I keep on thrusting.
“I’m...close...” Jason pants below me.
I lean down to his ear. “Come for me, baby. I want you to come.”
Jason shudders beneath me, and the scent of his seed fills the air. In the next moment, I explode.
Jason’s knees tremble, and I remove my cock from his ass, then roll him onto his side. “How was that?”
Jason doesn’t answer immediately, just stares at me with soft, amazed eyes.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Jason
My heart is still flying. My blood is still rushing through my body. Cal collapses beside me and pulls me into his arms. He kisses my forehead, which is probably embarrassing. I still cling onto him. I don’t want him to go.
The cum is getting cold, and Cal still has a condom on. I hop out of bed. Cal’s eyes widen, and I hurry to the ensuite. I dab my smallest towel with warm water, because the last thing I want to do is make Cal uncomfortable, then I hurry back to the room.
I sit on the bed and remove his condom carefully, then clean his cock.
He starts to harden. “I’m going to want to go again if you keep that up.”
“Guess you better stay overnight then.”
“Guess I better.” His voice rumbles beside me. He takes the towel from me, then he cleans me.
He puts an arm around my neck, and I relax against him.
“You came to find me,” I say happily, snuggling into him.
Perfect.
That was too much emotion. He’s going to think I’m clingy or something. He doesn’t need to be with the guy no one likes.
He caresses my shoulder though. His scent is everywhere. Jesus Christ, I’m not going to be able to stand it when he leaves. I’ll be sniffing my pillow like an idiot and wondering why it no longer smells like him.
“Do you want food?” I ask suddenly. “Or a drink? My apartment is well stocked.”
“I’m fine.” He squeezes my hand. “We can always go to sleep. I bet you have an early practice.”
“Yeah.” My smile vanishes. “We’re leaving for Canada in a few days.” My skin heats. “Not that you would want to come and see me or something. I-I didn’t mean that.”
He hesitates, then tangles his fingers with mine. “We can go to bed.”
“O-okay.”
“It will be like Fiji but with covers.”
“And we did sort of waste the first part.” I frown. “Or I wasted them. I was difficult. I’m sorry.”
He smooths my cheek. “It got us here.”
“Yeah.”
“Get ready for bed, baby.”
I slip out of the bed and do my nighttime rituals. I find him a toothbrush, and after a few minutes, we’re off to bed. I pull him against me.
