Page 117 of First Shift

“He is an asshole. Him wanting you doesn’t make that not true.”

Cally huffed out a small laugh. “I suppose not.” His long fingers cupped the side of my neck, his thumb brushing over my jawline. He tugged me gently toward him, pressing our foreheads together. His warm, whiskey-scented breath fanned across my lips, and I felt my shoulders drop with relief. “You’re my guy, M. I don’t want anyone else.”

“I don’t want anyone else, either,” I told him, moving closer to press our lips together.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever want anyone else but Cally for the rest of my life, but I kept that thought to myself. I didn’t think we were at the “marry me and let’s grow old together” point of our relationship yet, especially since we were currently locked in the “this has to stay a secret” closet with no end in sight.

Still, I hoped we’d get there someday.

What started as a soft, reassuring press of our lips soon turned heated.

Cally let out a sigh against my mouth, his grip on my neck tightening. My lips parted in response, and he licked into my mouth, the taste of bourbon lingering on our tongues. I sucked on his bottom lip, and Cally moaned, swinging one long leg over my lap to straddle my thighs. Without breaking the kiss, he nudged me back onto the mattress, his heavy frame settling flush against mine. I gripped his hips, pulling him in tighter until I felt the hard line of his cock pressing against mine behind our zippers.

He moved slightly off me to reach a hand down to my waist, fumbling impatiently with the buckle of my belt. The leather popped free, followed by the sound of my zipper being lowered.

“Cal, wait,” I panted, grabbing his wrist. “We can’t.”

“Why?” he asked, kissing me again, his lips hot and insistent against mine.

It took a few long seconds for me to remember why this was a bad idea, but once I did, I planted my hands against his sternum and pushed gently until he raised his head. Cally hovered over me, his heavy thighs pinning me in place. “Because most of our team is on the other side of that door,” I panted, my hips lifting off the mattress as I chased friction.

“You locked it. We’re fine,” he said, grinding against me in a slow, sexy roll that made me lose my train of thought again.

“What if someone hears us, though?” I managed to ask through my haze of lust.

“Don’t make noise,” he said simply, reaching into my boxers to free my cock.

I let out a moan as the pad of his thumb swept over my tip, gathering the wetness there and spreading it over the head. “Have you ever known me to be quiet while you’re blowing me?”

“Put a pillow over your face or something then.” With his free hand, he snagged the pillow next to my head and slapped it down onto my chest.

“Very sexy,” I said drolly, lifting my head to look at him over it.

Cally let out a frustrated groan, his gaze locked on my cock as it twitched in his grip. “Mikey, please. I need you in my mouth.”

Fuck. Who was I to deny him when he asked so sweetly?

“Fine, yes,” I said, dropping my head back onto the mattress with a soft thud.

Less than a second later, my cock hit the back of Cally’s throat.

“Holy fuck.” A loud moan tore from my mouth.

Cally pinched my side—a reminder to stay quiet—his head bobbing quickly up and down in a relentless rhythm. Wet, sloppy suction noises filled the room, accompanied by the huffs of breath he sucked in through his nose every time he pulled back to swirl his tongue over my head and drag it against the sensitive underside.

My hips snapped up off the mattress, and he swallowed me down again, his cheeks hollowing to suck me in deeper.

Pressure exploded outward, my stomach muscles coiling tight. My toes curled in my shoes as my orgasm hit me from out of nowhere. “Cal, fuck,” I choked out, dragging the pillow over my face to muffle the loud groan I let out when I flooded his mouth.

Cally swallowed every drop, kissing the head of my cock delicately and tucking me gently back into my boxer briefs. When he lifted his head, his lips were wet and red and swollen.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I rasped, reaching toward his waist to undo his pants to return the favor.

Cally caught my hands, a smirk pulling his talented mouth to the side. “No.”

“No?” I blinked, still half-dazed. “But you didn’t come,” I said, cupping him over his jeans, the evidence of his arousal filling my palm.

He leaned down to press a hot, insistent kiss to my lips, the taste of my cum on his tongue as he licked into my mouth. Then he pulled back abruptly, shifting to his side and resting his weight on one elbow to look down at me. “I want to wait until we’re at home so you can fuck me.”