11. Callie
Callie
When I wake, it’s dark out. My head feels fuzzy, my mouth is dry, and if I didn’t vividly remember my crying jag earlier, I’d have thought I was hungover.
A glance at my watch shows it’s almost eight o’clock. I wasted pretty much most of the day. Mad at myself—okay, still somewhat mad at Blake, though the orgasm helped—I stomp over to the bathroom and climb under the shower’s hot spray, letting it soothe me.
Seeing no point in getting dressed in anything special now, I opt for sleep shorts and a soft camisole and leave my hair to dry naturally.
I head downstairs for some hot chocolate and something light to eat. I come to a halt when I see Blake standing shirtless in my kitchen with his back to me as he stirs something on the stove. I have the strangest urge to run my tongue up his spine but then remember, I’m still a little pissed at him. I fold my arms over my chest and cough to get his attention.
“What are you doing here?” I ask bluntly. No point beating around the bush. When I woke up to find him gone, I just assumed he’d left.
He turns and offers me one of his panty-melting smiles. Teamed with all those abs on display, it makes my brain stutter and my mouth start moving.
“Are we going to fuck now?” We both freeze at my words, him with a wooden spoon in his hand and me while I mentally try to sidestep the hole I just dug. What the fuck is wrong with me?
If I didn’t think I’d look like a raving lunatic, I’d slap myself stupid now.
“Well, I think you should probably eat first. I’m making pasta,” he answers like I didn’t just offer myself up on a silver platter.
And even though I’m pissed, confused, and angry still, his rejection stings. Jesus, when did I turn into such an insecure girl? Ah, hello, trauma, my old friend.
“I…” I trail off, not knowing what to say. I dip my head and swallow hard, wrapping my arms tighter around myself as I fight off the urge to cry.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I look up as Blake places the spoon on the counter, turning off the burner before walking toward me and pulling me into his arms. I breathe deep, feeling my nose sting as I manage to hold off the impending tears.
“I’m a mess,” I admit, with a sniff.
“No, you’re not, but I’d like to know what’s bothering you. I’m not going to push you for anything, Callie. If nothing else, you have to know that.”
“I do know that, Bundy. That’s the fucking problem. I want you. I think we’ve established that. I just… I don’t know what the heck I’m doing, and you keep backing off when it gets good,” I admit, frustrated.
He cocks his head and looks at me blankly for a moment before my words click.
“Baby, are you telling me you’re a virgin?”
I feel him harden against my belly, letting me know that he’s not horrified at the thought of having someone so inexperienced. No, it seems to be having the opposite effect on him.
“Technically, yes, but I busted my cherry years ago with a dildo,” I answer, making his heated look turn smoldering. Oh my.
We stand there in silence for a moment, my breathing ragged as Blake looks like he’s trying to decide something. The way he’s looking at me has my stomach clenching with need. I lick my lips, his eyes following the movement before he snaps.
“Fuck it,” he responds, moments before I find myself up and over his shoulder.
“What about the food?” I ask, bouncing as he takes the stairs two at a time.
“Fuck the food,” he snaps, before I’m tossed unceremoniously onto the bed I not long ago crawled out of.
“I’m still mad at you,” I inform him when he follows me down, reserving the right to be pissed for a while longer.
“That’s okay, baby, I’ll fuck the mad right out of you.” He doesn’t waste time after that, ripping my clothes from my body.
“Your turn,” I whisper, feeling his muscles contract as I run my fingers down his back. “Pants off, Bundy,” I order, making him chuckle.
He smirks. “Yes, ma’am.” I watch avidly as he climbs off me and moves to stand beside the bed. He pops the button on his jeans, his heated eyes watching me as I soak him in. He strips out of his jeans and boxers, revealing a large cock that makes my mouth water. He stands there for a moment, letting me look my fill as his hard cock points at me as if to say it’s not going to suck itself.
Before he can stop me, I climb to my knees and bend over, swirling the tip of my tongue over the bulbous head. He hisses but doesn’t pull back, which I take as permission to open my mouth wider and take as much as I can inside. I can’t take him all in. He’s just too big for that, so I use my hand to grip the base of his cock and move it up and down, my motions working in tandem with my mouth.
“Ah, fuck,” he grunts, gripping a handful of my hair and holding me in place. “Suck harder, Callie,” he orders with a growl.
I do as he asks, reveling in his moan of appreciation.
“Fuck, so good,” he says, panting, making me feel powerful and in control. He reaches down with his free hand and cups one of my breasts, rubbing his calloused thumb over a taut nipple, making me gasp around him.
He pulls back with a curse, sliding his length out of my mouth before pushing me backward. Following me down, he presses the weight of his hot hard cock against my already slick pussy.
His mouth takes mine in a searing kiss before pulling away. “Last chance to back out.”
“If you stop now, I’ll kill you,” I manage to say between gritted teeth as he flips us over, reversing our positions so I’m on top.
“She threatens to kill me and yet calls me Bundy,” he mutters, more to himself than me.
“Shit, condom,” he spits out, with a whole string of curse words, as I sit up and find my pussy directly over his cock. We both freeze for a second before I unconsciously start to grind down on him.
It doesn’t take long for him to become soaked with a combination of my juices and his pre-cum, making it so much easier to glide backward and forward over his hardness.
“Callie,” he grits out, gaining my attention.
“Right, condom. Hold on.” I reluctantly climb from his body and hustle to the connected bathroom, where I have a basket filled with goodies I still need to test out and review. Now seems like the perfect time. I snag a handful of condoms and sprint back to the bedroom, my footsteps faltering when I see him watching me and stroking himself slowly up and down. I zone out, staring at his cock in a dick trance as I try to figure out if that is going to fit inside me. Judging from its length and girth, it’s about the same size as the Womb Raider dildo I’ve been too chicken to try out.
“If you don’t stop looking at it like that, this is going to be over before it’s even begun.”
“I’m thinking of switching out the nickname Bundy for Vlad the Impaler. I’m pretty sure that’s how it’s going to feel being skewered on that thing.”
He throws his head back and laughs, making me want to lick a path up the column of his throat in a possessive I-licked-it-so-it’s-mine gesture.
“How about you sit your pretty pussy on my face and call me Dahmer while I eat you?”
“Next time. I’m no doctor, but I’m positive if I don’t feel you inside me in the next thirty seconds, I might die. Of course, I might not survive the impaling, but there are worse ways to go,” I muse, making him chuckle as I climb onto the bed and straddle his thighs once more.
“So, I have a bunch of neon-colored condoms that need testing. Any color preference?” I ask as I pool the pile of condoms on the bed by his hip.
“I don’t give a fuck what color you use as long as I get to slide inside your pussy.”
I smile at him and grab the first one I touch, ripping the corner of the foil open with my teeth before sliding it down his throbbing cock. He hisses when my hands make contact with him. I focus on my task, noticing that these condoms are not designed for a dick this size.
“Neon green?” Blake questions with a frown. “My cock looks like it’s exceeded its use-by date. How the fuck is that attractive?” he asks with a huff, looking down and making me giggle. “Holy fuck, my dick looks radioactive,” he blurts out, making me laugh out loud as I position myself over him.
“At least it makes him easy to find,” I tease, gliding the head of his cock over my dripping pussy, coating him with my arousal.
“Callie, I’m pretty sure this thing could help land a fucking airplane at night right now.”
“Hmmm,” I agree distractedly as I continue to slide backward and forward over his hard length.
Finally hitting his limit, he reaches between us with one hand and lifts me with the other, lodging the head of his cock at my entrance. Moving one hand to my hip to steady me, he slides the other one between us until he finds my clit. Using my own juices, he swirls his finger around it, flicking it and teasing me as my slickness coats his now neon-green dick.
“Ride me, baby.” His words are a husky whisper that turn me on even more, if that’s possible.
I don’t ease into it or take my time. I slide him all the way home in one glide until he bottoms out inside me, leaving us both gasping in surprise.
“Fuck, so full,” I manage to choke out as I give myself a moment to adjust to his full length being sheathed inside me.
I swivel my hips, testing the feeling, sucking in a sharp breath as the sensations wash over me. Oh my. Everything I thought I knew was wrong. Nothing, not even the Invader, can compare to the thick, hot shaft currently stretching me to my limits.
“Move, baby.” His voice sounds strangled, like he’s in pain. I do as he asks, sliding him oh so deliciously slowly out of me all the way to the tip before gliding all the way down. I grind on him for a second before repeating my actions over and over until we are both mindless with need. I don’t let my movements falter as I look down and watch him disappear inside me.
“Never seen anything hotter in my life than my cock disappearing inside you.” Blake echoes my thoughts, his rough voice spurring me on further.
I lift my head, my eyes connecting with his. That’s the exact moment he loses control, sliding me onto my hands and knees while he rolls into position behind me and guides himself back inside me.
Gone are the unhurried movements from before as Blake hammers into me with enough force to bang my bed against the wall. I feel my orgasm building, twisting and coiling, pulling at me until I’m helpless to hold back any longer. With a scream, I throw my head back and come so hard, everything goes black for a moment. I hear him roar as he pushes in deep and explodes inside me.
We both collapse, him bracing his weight over me, both of us breathing heavily.
“That. Was. Awesome,” I say breathlessly with a goofy grin on my face, making him chuckle.
“I’m glad you think so, baby, because I plan to do that again and again and again,” he whispers in my ear before rolling off me. “I need to get rid of this condom, I’ll be—fuck!”
I open my eyes and roll to face him, trailing my eyes down to where he’s staring and see a surprisingly still hard cock. A cock that is green from root to?—
“Shit,” I groan. The tip is definitely not green. The tip is a nice healthy-looking pink where it’s escaped its lurid neon confines to dump a load of swimmers into my fertile womb. “Well, that’s getting a one-star review,” I tell him before burying my head in the pillow.