We walked fast, almost jogging through the shadows of the estate grounds, the night air cool against our wet skin. My soaked underwear clung to me, heavy and cold, but I didn’t care, I was too wired from what we’d just done in the pool. Calvin had managed to grab one towel, the oversized hotel-white kind, but I hadn’t thought to bring one at all. So I clung to him, both of us wrapped inside the same damp cotton, wet bodies pressed close as we moved quickly down the path. His arm around me pulled the towel tighter, pulled me tighter, until from a distance we probably looked like one body hustling toward the suites.
Neither of us said a word. Just the sound of dripping water, the slap of our wet feet on the stone, and the tight squeeze of his hand at my side, guiding me forward. The whole way, my cock throbbed inside soaked underwear.
The second we shut the door, the world went quiet again. The lock clicked, and the silence swallowed us whole.
We stood at the edge of the bed, both still wrapped up in that one towel. Calvin turned toward me, his chest brushing against mine, and suddenly there was nowhere else to go. The towel cinched us together, his broad torso firm against me, his breath warm on my face.
He pulled the fabric up and started drying my back, dragging the cotton slowly across my shoulders, down my spine. Each rough sweep made my skin twitch, made me shiver, made me lean harder into him. I pressed my forehead to his jaw while he rubbed me down, deliberately slow, the friction more intimate than it had any right to be.
I took the towel from him, sliding it across his broad shoulders, rubbing it down over his tattoos, dragging it along the ridges of his chest. My hand lingered, rubbing lower, over the hard line of his abs, the fabric snagging on his soaked underwear. Our hips nudged closer until the bulges straining inside both our underwears were pressing together, hot and obvious.
He groaned, low, against my mouth. I kissed him; wet, desperate, teeth knocking while the towel slid uselessly down to the floor. His tongue pushed into me, and his hands clamped hard on my waist, dragging me against him until our cocks mashed together through the thin cling of wet fabric.
I ground up into him, and he answered with a sharp roll of his hips. Every kiss was wetter, hungrier, messier. His lips dragged down my jaw, teeth grazing, tongue hot against the shell of my ear. His hand reached down between us and hooked the waistband of my underwear.
It took only one tug before both of us were shoving the last barriers away, briefs sliding down, kicked off with frantic shuffles of our feet until we were both undressed. Our cocks slapped together, slippery, hard, leaking already.
I gasped into his mouth as he wrapped one strong arm around my ass, cupping me, hauling me tight against him. The other hand tangled in my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss. My cock rubbed hard against his, shafts sliding, heads bumping, smearing pre-cum between us.
Our chests heaved, skin sticking, water and sweat and precum smearing in every breathless grind. His cock felt impossibly hot against mine, every twitch sending sparks through my gut. He kissed me rougher, deeper, until I thought I’d choke on it, until I was moaning straight into his throat.
Calvin’s mouth crushed against mine, lips moving hungrily as if he could devour every sound I made. His tongue tangled with mine, hot and demanding, and then his voice broke through, low and dirty against my lips.
“Fuck, Masey… your hole is so wet right now,” he growled, his fingers digging between my cheeks, pressing insistently against me.
I moaned into his mouth, unable to stop the sound. “aahhh… Calvin…”
His hand pushed deeper, teasing right where I needed him, while the other arm locked tight around my waist. I gasped, then slipped backward onto the bed, dragging him with me. The mattress dipped under our weight as Calvin came down on top, towering above me, his hot body pinning me in place. His chest pressed into mine, damp skin sliding, his pecs hard and full against me, his tattoos flexing with every movement.
He kissed me again, his mouth claiming mine as his hand trailed lower. His palm cupped me from underneath, right beneath my balls, before his fingers slid even further down, pressing against my hole.
“Uhmm… fuck… that wet hole…” he murmured, dragging his mouth down my jaw, teeth grazing my skin.
“Mhmm…” I moaned, clutching at his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath.
He shifted, gripping my thighs with both hands, lifting them high until they hooked over his broad shoulders. His body moved lower, his knees sinking into the bed as he settled between my spread legs. His cock jutted forward, heavy and rigid, the thick shaft pressing against me. He lined himself up, the swollen tip nudging at my hole, teasing, testing.
He looked down at me, breathing rough. “Do you wanna keep going? Because once we do this, there’s no going back.”
I bit down on my lip, chest heaving against his. The sight of him above me made my head spin; his massive chest looming close, every line of muscle carved and perfect, tattoos winding across his arms and ribs, his abs hard and tight as he hovered over me. His cock pressed at my entrance, the thick head nudging and teasing, tapping lightly against my hole like a promise I could barely breathe through.
“Fuck yes… fuck me, please,” I gasped, tilting my hips higher into him.
He smirked, eyes locked on mine, and let the swollen head sink in just a little inside me.
“Goddamn. You’re so fucking tight, Mase,” Calvin groaned, his voice rough and low.
My hands clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, body trembling as he pushed deeper by slow degrees. The stretch burned and thrilled all at once, every nerve ending alive.
“Fuck, Mase… your hole. Jesus fucking Christ,” he growled, gripping my thighs tighter.
“Go deeper, Cal,” I begged, voice breaking into breathy, raw need.
He let out a moaning sound, then drove himself forward, sliding in smoothly and deliberately until every inch of his cock was buried inside me. My body clenched hard around him, stretching wide to take him in, sparks of heat rolling through my spine.
A sharp cry tore out of me; not just a sound of pain or pleasure but both colliding, ragged and desperate, a sound I didn’t know I could make.
Calvin’s hands slid down, gripping my waist, holding me firmly in place as he leaned over me, chest pressing to mine. That smirk was still on his lips like he knew exactly what he had just claimed.
‘You’re mine.’ it seemed to say without words, and fuck, in that moment, it felt like I was on top of the world beneath him.
I wrapped my legs tighter over his shoulders, my body trembling, my hole stretched around him, and all I could do was gasp for more.
And that’s where we stayed; right on the edge, caught in that first full stretch of him inside me, knowing the real fucking was only about to begin.
Calvin stayed buried inside me, unmoving, his weight heavy and perfect above me. My legs hung over his shoulders, trembling from the stretch, my hole clutching around his cock like it never wanted to let go. His hands gripped my waist, thumbs pressing into my skin as he leaned lower, his lips brushing mine, our breaths tangling.
“Fuck, Masey,” he murmured, his voice low and rough against my mouth. “You feel unreal. I could stay inside you forever.”
I moaned into his kiss, every nerve alive. “Fuck me, please, Cal!”
He smiled, that dark, knowing smirk, and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’ll give you everything. But once I start, you better hold on.”
The first thrust came slow, deep, making me gasp as he slid to the very base, grinding his hips against me, cock pulsing inside my hole. His chest dragged against mine, his tattoos brushing my skin, his mouth finding mine again in a messy, wet kiss. Each movement was deliberate, like he wanted me to feel every inch of him stretching me wide.
“Jesus Christ, you’re tight as fuck” he growled, pulling back an inch before sinking in again, making me clutch the sheets.
I wrapped my arms around his back, nails dragging across his skin. “Harder, Calvin. Don’t hold back.”
That was all it took. His hips snapped forward, the sound of his cock driving into me filling the room, each thrust harder than the last. My body jolted against the mattress as he fucked me deep, relentless, his abs slamming into me, his breath hot against my neck.
“Fuck, yes,” I cried out, voice breaking as his rhythm turned rough, pounding into me without pause.
His hand slid up from my waist, over my abs, until he grabbed both my wrists and pinned them hard above my head. My legs slipped from his shoulders and opened wider around him, locking against his sides. He leaned down, his chest heavy on mine, his breath hot as his lips brushed my neck before biting down.
Then.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Each thrust drove into me harder than the last, his cock forcing its way through every inch of my hole, stretching me wide and filling me so deep my eyes rolled back. The sound of his hips slamming against me echoed in the room, relentless, skin clapping against skin with wet heat.
Calvin growled against my neck, his smirk pressed into my jaw. “This is what my best friend’s brother’s been hiding all along – a hole this fucking tight.”
“Fuck yeah, Calvin,” I gasped, my head tilting back, voice cracking into a filthy moan. “Don’t tell Nathan—”
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark, lips curled. “Don’t tell Nathan what? That his best friend’s balls-deep inside his little bro?”
I let out a ragged laugh that turned into a whimper as his cock speared me harder. My head tipped back against the sheets, throat bared, every thrust punching the air out of my lungs. He drove so deep my cock slapped against his abs, dripping precum over his stomach with every jolt.
“Holy fuck.” my voice cracked, body jerking under him as my hole clenched tight around the thick cock pounding me open.
Calvin’s thrusts came relentless now, a rhythm that left me trembling, every stroke carving deeper inside me resulting in a moan from my mouth. His body pressed down harder, chest damp against mine, his weight holding me into the mattress. His grip slid from my wrists to lace our fingers together, pinning my hands above my head with one of his while the other clutched my hip, dragging me down onto his cock with every slam.
“Feel that?” he growled against my ear, his lips brushing my skin before biting down hard. “This hole’s fucking perfect. Been waiting to ruin it since the first night I saw you.”
My legs hooked tighter around his back, heels digging into him, begging for more without words. His cock bottomed out again, and I gasped so loud it echoed in the room, the sound sharp and desperate.
“Fuck, Cal,” I rasped, my voice breaking as his hips snapped forward again. “don’t stop.”
He shifted, angling my hips just enough to drag another moan out of me as his cock raked across that spot inside me that made me roll my eyes back again. He smirked down at me, sweat dripping from his temple, eyes blazing like he’d never let me go.
“Don’t stop?” he mocked with that low growl, slamming into me harder, faster, until the sound of my body taking him filled the room.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
“Say it again,” he demanded, teeth grazing my jaw.
My head tipped back, mouth open, trying to breathe through the shocks of pleasure tearing through me. “Don’t stop. Oh, fuck yes, Calvin. fuck me harder.”
His chest pressed tighter to mine, his hand sliding up to grab my throat; not squeezing, just holding and claiming. His thrusts turned rougher, the kind that made the bed frame jolt with every movement.
His hand locked around my throat; holding me there, claiming me while his hips slammed into mine.
“I ain’t stopping, Mase,” he growled against my ear, his breath hot.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
“Not until I unload every drop of my cum in you.”
“Aah—fuck, yes,” I moaned, my whole body shaking under him, my cock leaking helplessly. His hand left my hip, wrapping suddenly around my cock, stroking hard.
“Fuck, is this making you leak already?”
“Mmm-hmm… hmm,” I gasped, nodding into his kiss, unable to form words, just moaning.
“Fuck, Mase.”
Thrust
Slam
Thrust
His strokes on my cock became faster, his palm pumping, thumb sliding over the tip, spreading the mess of pre all over my sensitive head.
“Mhmm, fuck, Cal—” My voice broke, hips jerking.
“Yeah, cum for me,” he urged.
“Ahh—” My cock throbbed and I spilled across both our abs, ropes of cum streaking between us. His hand grabbed mine, fingers lacing through tight, pressing it against the mattress as he fucked me even harder through it.
“Fuck—fuck—fuuuuck,” Calvin’s moans got rougher, his thrusts turning into deep, drilling slams, each one bottoming out inside me.
“Uhm, yeah… cum in me. Fuck yes, Cal—ahh, give me that load.”
He slammed one last time, shuddered, and then I felt it; his cock swelling, pulsing, unloading thick bursts of hot cum deep inside me.
“Fuck… fuckkk—” His voice cracked, hips jerking with each wave, his body shaking above me.
And even as he came, he didn’t stop. His thrusts slowed, each one dragging his cock through my hole, pushing more of his load deeper.
“Ahh… ahh. Cal.. give it to me.”
I whimpered with every slow push, feeling it leak and spread inside me.
When he finally pulled out, his cock was wet and dripping, the head glossy with cum. He smeared his fingers through the mess, brought it up to my lips.
“There.”
I opened my mouth and licked his finger clean.
Calvin groaned, collapsing down at my side, sweat shining across his chest.
“Ah, fuck, Maseyy…” His arm flopped across me, dragging me against his chest. His breathing was ragged, sweat rolling down his temple. “That was… uhm… fuck. Fucking unbelievable.”
I laughed through my own shaky breaths, my body still quivering. “Aah… fuck. I am going to be walking funny at the rehearsal dinner tomorrow.” I nudged his ribs, smirking weakly.
Calvin grinned against my cheek, still catching his breath. “Good. Let ‘em wonder who fucked you so good you can’t sit through speeches.”
That broke me into another laugh, even through the soreness stretching down my thighs.
We just lay there, the room thick with the scent of sex, our bodies tangled in the sticky heat of the aftermath. My hole was still aching, filled and dripping with him, every pulse reminding me what he’d just given me. It was messy, intense, overwhelming, everything I never thought I’d actually have with him.
And now it was real. His cum deep inside me, his weight pressed warm against me, his heartbeat steady under my palm.
I’d only ever dreamed of this man, of this kind of night. And now, sprawled in the wreckage of it; skin damp, lungs still chasing air, the heat of him heavy against me. I knew it was the best sex of my life.
