Chapter 23
“So far, so good?” asked Calvin.
“So far it’s wonderful,” replied Paul.
Calvin slid down the mattress so he could take Paul’s cock into his mouth.
“You’re so good at that,” moaned Paul.
He wasn’t just saying it. Calvin was only one of three people who had ever made him cum by sucking his cock. Though he didn’t want to shoot in Calvin’s mouth. At least, not yet. He wanted more of Calvin. He wanted to experience Calvin in totality, as he’d never been able to experience him before.
Calvin hoisted Paul’s legs into the air and buried his face in Paul’s arse. Every time Calvin’s tongue flickered against the corrugations of his anus, he shuddered, his fingers gripping the covers of the bed more tightly. And when Calvin began probing his arsehole with the tip of his tongue, Paul could barely control himself.
“Fuck me,” he moaned. “Fuck me, Calvin.”