Page 22 of Love in Unexpected Places

With one hand beside Callum’s head to hover over him. I reach between us to undo the button on his jeans. It takes some doing, but I get them undone and my hand inside to wrap around his dick.

Since we’ve been together, our hands have stayed above the waist. Sure, we’ve ground against each other, but we’ve kept our hands to ourselves. Touching Callum like this is new and feels so good. For how small he is, his cock is a lot bigger than I thought. It’s thick and long, the fat mushroom head making my mouth water. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.

“Cal,” I say in a strangled voice, releasing his mouth and putting my forehead to his, breathing heavily. “Baby. I need ...”

Not needing direction, Cal slides his pants down until his cock is free. Then he reaches into my pants and pulls my cock out, grasping it tightly. I shudder against him, then take his mouth in another kiss. This one is messy and rough, matching the tempo of our hands on each other. Callum’s smaller hands feel so good on my cock, stroking me expertly. As I jerk him off, I thrust into his hand, our cocks barely touching as we both rock in each other fists.

I want to wrap my hand around both of us, stroking us together so I can feel his dick against mine, but my orgasm is barreling through me, not wanting to wait. I’ve wanted Callum under me like this for too long to worry about how we get to the finish line. As long as I get him there.

“Faster,” Callum says with a grunt when he snatches his mouth from mine. “I’m almost there.”

“Me too,” I say, swallowing roughly. My hips have taken on a mind of their own and I fuck into the circle ofhis fist. Our heavy breathing mix with my grunts and his moans and the sounds of how good we’re making each other feel is the push I need to send me over the edge. My body shakes as my release explodes from my body. Callum tosses his head back and cries out, his cum coating my hand and wrist. I continue to jerk him, wanting to get as much of his orgasm out of him.

I stop thrusting and kind of topple onto him. We’re both sticky with come, but neither of us makes a move to clean up. Lifting my head, I gaze down at Callum who has his eyes closed, but a wide smile on his face. He chuckles briefly and says, “Took you long enough.”

Laughing with him, I kiss him again, hoping this is the start of something more.

chapter seven

CALLUM

Two weeks later, Hudson and I are in the air, on a plane to California. He’s nervous, blowing out hard breaths and his palms are a sweaty mess. Wanting to put him at ease, I bring one of his hands to my mouth and kiss the back of it. His expression is soft and he says, “Sorry. It’s not that I’m nervous about you. I don’t know what I’m walking into.”

I shrug, threading my fingers through his. “It’s fine, Hudson. We’ll handle whatever happens. That’s what boyfriends are for,” I say with a wink. He grins and nods, leaning back against the seat.

While he’s trying to relax, I take him in. His brown hair is pushed off his face from how often he was running his fingers through it. His round cheeks are pale and his full lips are thinned. I don’t like it. This isn’t my Hudson. We’ve only known each other for a month and a half, but I’m not used to this expression. This isn’t the jovial man I met at Chasta’s. The one that jokes around with me about my taste in movies. Not the same man that had me pinnedto my couch with his tongue down my throat and my cock in his hand, making me writhe under him. Whatever it is that’s making him like this should no longer be a factor.

Instead of trying to talk him through it, I let him have his time to get himself together. Maybe he’ll tell me when we get settled into our villa.

Hudson threads his fingers through mine when we deplane, and we walk hand in hand to baggage claim. I sigh inwardly and tighten my hand in his. Maybe us pretending over the weekend will lead to the real thing. When he asked me to go with him as his boyfriend, I fucked up. I should have asked if that’s what he wanted instead of writing it off as fake. Because maybe he didn’t want it to be fake. I’ve been fucked over so many times in the past, I didn’t even think about making the decision for him. When this weekend is over, I’ll ask him and see where it leads.

Rounding the corner, a smile graces Hudson’s face. I follow his line of sight and see a handsome man with medium brown skin standing by our baggage carousel, hands in his pockets and a smile lighting his face. He steps forward and he and Hudson meet in a one-armed hug—on account of Hudson not letting my hand go. “Hey, man,” the good-looking Black guy says to Hudson.

“Hey. Good to see you.” They separate and Hudson pulls me closer to him. “John, this is Callum. Callum, John.”

John grins and shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m glad you could make it.”

“Likewise,” I reply, my hand engulfed in his warm palm. John seems like a nice guy. Let’s hope that extends to everyone I meet this weekend.

As we grab our bags and exit the airport, John fills usin on what we’ll be doing this weekend. “We don’t have much planned for the night. My mother and sister won’t be in until late tonight and we want to have everyone here before the fun and games start.” John stares over at Hudson with a tight expression. “I know I’ve said it before, but it means a lot that you could come. I know it might be hard with Henry and that …manshowing up.” John says man like he wants to sayfucker. He stops just outside the door and gives Hudson a pleading look. “I couldn’t ask Derek not to invite his best friend, but you’re my friend, too.” He sighs heavily and his eyes bounce between us. My heart goes out to John. He probably means well but is in a bad situation. “Was it unfair to ask you to come? Am I an asshole for this?”

Hudson shakes his head and holds out an arm to give John a hug. “Nah, man. We’re friends too.” John nods but doesn’t look guilt free. “Besides, I’ve moved on.” Hudson raises my hand he’s still holding to his mouth and kisses it. “I’m doing okay, and I’ll be fine when I have to see Henry and his man.”

I smile up at Hudson, wishing this wasn’t us faking. I know we both have genuine feelings for each other. I think we were heading to the boyfriend territory before this, but it’s probably too soon. We’re both just out of relationships where our partner hurt us. I’d never hurt Hudson and I don’t think he would hurt me, but does he know that? Have I done enough to show him that I want more? That I’m all in and he’s my perfect match?

The drive to the resort is relaxing. When Hudson tries to sit in the back with me, John tells him he isn’t his chauffeur in a light tone. Face flaming, Hudson tries to climb in the front seat, and John bursts into laughter, telling him he’s just fucking with him. Hudson gives him a dark lookthat instantly morphs into snickers they both have trouble holding back.

I love seeing Hudson like this with his friend. While he’s generally happy, I know this weekend will have him a little stressed. Now, his shoulders are relaxed, and his eyes aren’t guarded anymore. He’s back to being the Hudson I met.

The resort is beautiful. It’s very modern, the villas each having their own sliding glass door that opens into a courtyard with a gazebo of sorts in the middle. There’s a fire pit that appears well used and I hope we get to sit out here this evening.

John shows us to our villa, gives Hudson one last hug, then walks to the one right across from ours. Grabbing my hand, he leads me inside of our beautiful getaway for the weekend. The living room area has a large sectional situated to face both the door and the large TV right across from it. The artwork adorning the walls is gorgeous, made of abstract images and bold colors that makes me want to stare and assess what I see for hours. The kitchen has stainless steel appliances and my fingers itch to make dinner for Hudson there. Or for us to make it together.

We drag our bags to the bedroom and I stop short with my mouth open. Holy hell, super king-sized bed. Four Hudson’s could fit in that thing and Hudson is not a small man. I’m sure my face is bright red with all the implications of what we can do on that extremely large bed and with my fair skin, blushing is obvious. When Hudson meets my eyes and takes in my flaming cheeks, his eyes grow heated, and he unceremoniously drops his bags and stalks over to me.

In no time, my dick is hard, and my breathing is off, Hudson doing it for me even before his mouth comes crashing on mine. I will never get tired of kissing Hudson.His mouth is always so eager, so demanding when on mine. I have no issue letting him take the lead, chasing his tongue so I can taste more of him.

Again, he lifts me off my feet and I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him to carry me over to the bed and we topple over. Hudson’s hard cock against my thigh makes me groan and gyrate against him, wanting more friction against my cock. Hudson has other ideas.

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