How To Be Straight

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CHAPTER 33

[ Derek ]

"Stop staring at me and just fuck me," Calvin spat dryly with an irritated sigh.

The whole car ride was filled with Calvin insisting that we have sex. Instead of just waiting for us to go back to his house, he kept persisting we do it in the car, which didn't make any sense considering his house was just ten feet away. But no, he wanted to have sex in his car because "it was more exciting."

I tried to be rational because one of us had to be, but it was safe to say that I couldn't resist anymore. Calvin had tortured me by touching me while I was driving and trying to give me an impromptu hand job. It took everything in me to shut down all his advances, but I stopped when I realized that horny Calvin was sexy Calvin and I didn't really mind sexy Calvin.

Currently, Calvin was sprawled across the backseat, completely naked, with me kneeling in between his legs. Just knowing that he was really horny made me horny, but I didn't want to have sex with him if it was going to hurt him like last time.

"We don't have lube," I told him.

Calvin shrugged. "Don't care."

"Calvin, it takes like two seconds to run into your bedroom and lock the door. Why do we have to do it here?"

He sat up on his elbows and gave me a twisted smile. "Because I want you to drill me into the backseat of my car, Derek."

I suppressed a groan. "I don't want to hurt you."

Calvin sat up properly and wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling us closer until his nose was brushing against mine. "I'm yours," he breathed softly. "You can do whatever you want to me."

It was getting really hard to resist all the tension settling between us. Believe me, I wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted me to, but I wasn't going to be selfish. I had to put Calvin's safety ahead of my desire.

"Do you always get this horny after dates?" I questioned him with a teasing smile. "If so, then I want to go on a date tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day-"

"Derek," he snapped, "please fuck me."

Rolling my eyes, I gently lowered him onto the leather seat. "I will. I just have to get you ready, first."

He stared at me for a deadly long time, before nodding. Sealing our agreement with a kiss, I traced my lips over his neck, down to his collarbone, and continued to venture lower until I was faced with his very prominent and very erect penis. I glanced back up at him to see that he was looking directly at me, waiting to see what would happen next.

God, I really hated doing this...

Holding back a groan, I sucked it up and took his length into my mouth. I felt him jump on my tongue, but I kept lowering my head until I had the majority of him in my mouth. My eyes traveled back to his face, only to see that he was still staring at me with that dumb, blank expression. He wasn't allowing himself to enjoy this and it was probably because he knew that I didn't like to suck dick.

I pulled him out of my mouth. "Stop looking at me like that. Moan, squirm, do something."

He remained impassive. "If you don't want to suck me off, then don't."

"Don't tell me what to do," I spat angrily at him.

Before he could respond, I took him in my mouth again, flicking my tongue over his shaft. It didn't really matter that he was trying to control his reactions, because I already knew by the way his dick was already dripping of pre-come that he was secretly enjoying it. But I didn't want to give head to a fucking statue, so I trailed my hands up his torso and pinched his nipples. Just as I expected, he hissed, but he sewed his lips back together shortly after.