Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
CAL
P ierce was everything I had hoped he would be and still so much more . He moaned into my mouth as I pressed him back against the door. Millie whined on the other side, but I ignored her. And I wasn’t even sure if Pierce was aware of her because he was so lost in me.
A needy little whimper spilled into my mouth when I pressed my thigh between his legs, forcing them apart as I pushed against his hard cock. I’d noticed him hardening earlier, and it’d damn near wrecked me.
Pierce might be small, but his cock was not . And fuck, I was eager to get him into my mouth. To worship him and show him how incredible we could be together.
I planned to make him need me after tonight, even if all he wanted from me was my body. That was fine with me. I just needed to have him . It was like a clawing, living thing inside my body demanding to own him.
I growled low in my throat when Pierce began rutting against my thigh. Gripping a handful of his hair, I tilted his head to the side, so I had better access to his slender neck. When I skimmed the tip of my nose along his skin, inhaling the scent that was purely him, he whined, his sweet mouth parting on a pant. His hands came up to grip my upper arms, and his blunt nails dug into my skin, sending a shiver sliding down my spine.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I rumbled against his skin. He gasped when I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to a particularly sensitive spot right behind his ear. When I flicked my tongue over that same spot, he made a sexy as fuck mewling sound that made my cock throb. He began rutting even harder against my thigh, mindless with his need for me. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I rasped. “You’re so damn perfect .”
He turned his head, and my mouth found his easily, kissing him again. Gripping the hem of his shirt, I parted our lips long enough to pull the offending fabric over his head. Then, I was on him again, my hands spanning his ribcage to pull him even closer to me.
“Cal,” he gasped. I hummed in answer as I slid my hands around his back and into his sweats to grip his ass. He jolted, a sharp gasp ripping through the air as I squeezed his soft cheeks. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to spread his cheeks apart and watch his tight hole open up to accommodate my thick length. “Cal,” he tried again, his breath sawing from his lungs, “I need—I need— fuck , my balls hurt.”
I swallowed a laugh before kissing him again. “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I murmured as I slowly lowered to my knees in front of him. He watched me through heavy-lidded eyes as I gripped the top of his sweats and tugged them down. His thick, long cock sprang free, smacking me in the chin. His cheeks flamed, but I didn’t give him a chance to apologize or truly feel embarrassed before I swirled my tongue around his tip and sucked him to the back of my throat.
The shocked cry he awarded me with was music to my ears.
I gripped his ass and circled my finger around his rim. He jerked, moaning loud enough to rival a porn star’s. Then, he spread his legs and slid his fingers into my hair. When he looked down at me, his eyes mere slits and his kiss-swollen lips parted, I sucked harder, taking him even deeper. He took the hint I was giving him, and with a groan of my name, he began to lightly thrust into my mouth. When I moaned around his thick length, he tightened his fingers in my hair and really fell into it, driving his cock down my throat over and over again.
That’s it, sweetheart , I silently praised, pressing just the tip of my finger into his hole. He shuddered, gasping my name, his length thickening in my throat. Give it to me so I can fuck you. Come on, sweetheart .
“Cal, I’m—I’m— oh, fuck ,” he moaned right as his cum flooded my mouth. I greedily swallowed it all down, and when he pulled out of my mouth, slumping against the door, I stood to my feet. Leaning into him, I kissed him again, thrusting my tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself on my tongue. Our lips moved in slow sync as I toed off my boots and shucked off my pants, leaving me naked in front of him.
Grabbing his hand, I wrapped it around my cock, and he whimpered, his fingers flexing around me. Cupping his jaw, I leaned back, taking a moment to rub the pad of my thumb over his plump bottom lip. “Lube?” I asked him.
“Nightstand,” he managed, his voice a little rough. “Top drawer.”
I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Pants off and get on the bed,” I ordered.
He tugged his pants off on the way to his bed, almost falling to the floor, but he caught himself on the mattress. Once he was on his back, he scooted to the middle of the bed, and his intense, blue eyes locked on me, full of need and desperation—a desperation I felt deep in my soul.
He was already hard again, and his dick was leaking precum onto his belly. It was a bit amazing how quickly he could rebound, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain. I wanted to feel him come from the inside.
My own painfully hard length gave a hearty throb at the thought.
When I pressed my knee into his mattress, his fingers curled into the sheets beneath him. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes running over my body as I kneeled between his spread thighs.
“You ready for this, sweetheart?” I asked. My voice sounded gravelly to my own ears. He shivered as I spoke, his nipples pebbling. He was so goddamn responsive. There was no hiding his reactions to me. I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Yes. Please,” he pleaded.
I pushed his knees back, then squeezed lube onto my fingers. His eyes rolled back in his head as I slowly eased the first finger inside his hole. I groaned, my eyes closing for a brief moment. He was so tight . Fuck, I was going to have to take my time stretching him, and I wasn’t sure I had the patience. My cock was practically drooling onto his baby blue sheets.
“ Fuuuuck ,” he moaned when I found his prostate. I stroked over it, and he shuddered, his cock jerking on his belly. His eyes found mine, and our gazes locked. Leaning over him, I kissed him hard and deep, fucking my tongue into his mouth. We kissed for what felt like forever, but I didn’t want to part from him. I could stay there with him for the rest of time, naked and tasting his sweet mouth.
When I pressed a second finger inside of him, he whined, his body tensing. Immediately, I paused and leaned up a little. “Breathe,” I murmured. He sucked in a shaky breath. “You can take this baby. My dick is going to be a lot bigger.”
“I know.” His voice was strangled. “Just not used to it anymore.” He blew out a soft, slow breath, and his body slowly relaxed, letting my two fingers inside of him. His mouth sought mine out, and I let him have me, kissing him soft and slow now as I slowly scissored my fingers to stretch him out to prep him to take a third.
I needed to be inside of him.
When I added a third finger, he took it easier, moaning into my mouth and thrusting his hips down. My dick jerked against his hip, and he sighed into my mouth like the feel of my cock along his skin was enough to settle something inside of him.
It was a heady, addictive feeling.
“I’m ready,” he panted a few minutes later. His hole was much looser than it had been, and it was already sloppy with lube. I felt like I’d already leaked an ocean while I prepped him. “Please, Cal. I’m so ready.”
“You sure?” I asked. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him, but I couldn’t deny that my restraint was about to fucking snap.
“I’m sure,” he promised.
I moved until I was kneeling between his spread thighs. His eyes tracked every move I made as I squeezed a generous amount of lube on my cock and slicked it over myself. Tossing the bottle aside, I leaned over him and notched my tip at his hole. He drew in a slow, deep breath, then released it, bearing down to accept me into his body.
And oh fuck , it was perfect .
I looked down at where we were joined, watching as my cock slowly eased further and further inside of him. He made broken little whining noises as I went deeper and deeper inside of him. Dragging my eyes up from where I was pressing into him, my eyes locked on his. He wrapped his fist around his angry cock, squeezing tightly like he was trying to stave off his orgasm.
“You know you’re never getting rid of me, right?” I asked, my voice nothing more than a growl. “You’re mine .”
He nodded eagerly, his other hand reaching up to grip my forearm. “I know. I’m yours.” His eyelids fluttered for a moment before those pretty blue eyes locked back on me. “I need you to fuck me now, Cal. Please. I need to come again. And I—” His breath punched from his lungs when I slid out and then slammed back home. “ God . I need you to fill me— fuuuuck —up.”
His wish was my fucking command.
Leaning over him, I gripped the back of his right knee and pushed his hips further back. Slinging my hips, I drove into him over and over, fucking him hard and fast. His back arched, and his fist worked his cock in time with my thrusts. Sweat glistened on our bodies, and we lost ourselves to the haze of getting off and indulging in each other.
He was so fucking beautiful beneath me. His dark, wavy hair was clinging to his sweat-slick skin, and his blue eyes had darkened so much, they were the color of the ocean during a storm. His usually pale skin was flushed red. Swear to fuck, I’d never seen a more stunning sight in my life.
“I need you to come, sweetheart,” I panted, my balls drawing up tight. “Need to feel you come on my?—”
He cried out, and his cum spurted from his tip, streaking across his belly and chest. His ass squeezed around me, and that was it. I fucking lost it.
“Oh, fuuuuuck, Pierce,” I growled, my hips falling off rhythm. Leaning over him, I covered his mouth with mine, kissing him hard enough to make his lip bleed as I filled his tight hole with my cum.
He was mine .
“Mine. Mine. Mine,” I snarled between bruising kisses. “Say it. You’re mine .”
“Yours,” he breathed, tucking his face into my neck and winding his arms around my broad shoulders. “So fucking yours.”