Chapter 28 #2
His hands traced the curve of my hips as he pulled me close again, and he dipped his head, trailing kisses down my neck. “I’ve not stopped thinking about this,” he murmured, his mouth sucking at my sensitive skin. “About fucking you again. Tasting you.”
He sank to his knees in front of me, his eyes looking up at me from under his lashes.
He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, his hands gripping my ass to hold me in place.
I sucked in a breath, steadying myself by placing my hands on his shoulders.
I watched him closely and braced myself for what came next.
He leaned in and his mouth was on me, his tongue finding my clit with an absolute accuracy that made me cry out.
He licked and sucked, his movements slow and teasing at first. It was a torturous exploration that had me squirming against him.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned against me, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. “I could do this all night.”
He slid a finger inside me, then another, curling them to find that spot that made my vision go white. He pumped his fingers in and out, his tongue working my clit in a relentless rhythm. The pleasure was building, and I knew it wouldn’t take long until I reached my first climax.
But this felt different. The pressure was deeper, more intense, twisting low in my stomach with a terrifying force. My breath hitched, my hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. “Callan,” I gasped, my voice tight with a strange mix of panic and overwhelming pleasure. “I...I think...wait...”
He looked up, and I knew he could see it. He saw the frantic and pleading look in my eyes. My body was trembling and I couldn’t control it, and a slow smirk spread across his face. He knew something I didn’t, which drove me crazy, but my mind was spiraling too much to figure out what it was.
“Oh no, sweet girl,” he rasped as he pulled back, but kept his fingers moving inside of me. “Don’t you hold back on me now. I want to see it. Give it to me.”
He focused solely on his fingers, pumping them into me harder, with his palm slapping against my pubic bone with each brutal thrust. The pressure became unbearable, and my whole body went rigid.
My back arched as a strangled cry tore from my throat.
Then, I finally broke, and a gush of liquid flooded out of me.
My mind went blank, and my body shook with the intensity of it.
Holy shit…did he just make me squirt?
He pulled out his fingers, then I felt his mouth on me again, and a deep groan of pure satisfaction tore from his throat as he drank from me, his tongue slurping up every drop as if he were dying of thirst. The feeling of his mouth on me while I was still coming, and the knowledge that he was greedily consuming my most intimate response, sent a second, even more powerful orgasm ripping through me.
I sobbed his name and dug my nails into his shoulders as my body trembled and shook.
He didn’t stop until the last tremor washed over me, his tongue giving one final, gentle lick before he lifted his head. His face was wet, his eyes shining with a possessive gleam. He looked completely triumphant and not surprised in the slightest that he made me squirt.
He didn’t give me a moment to recover. Placing my foot back on the ground, he got up and his mouth found mine in a deep, possessive kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, but he didn’t let me taste it for too long.
Breaking the kiss, he watched me with hooded eyes as he worked on the button of his jeans.
He shoved them down, along with his boxers, and his cock sprang free, already leaking with precum.
He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed.
He lay me down gently, his body hovering over mine.
He lined himself up at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine.
He wasn’t hesitating. This was happening, again, and I was more needy than ever.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough. “I want to see you when I push inside you.”
My eyes were locked on his as he pushed into me in one slow, deep thrust, filling me completely.
I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he stretched me.
The sensation was almost too much to bear, despite this not being the first time he was inside me.
He paused for a moment, letting me adjust, his forehead resting against mine.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered. “So tight. So perfect for me.”
Then he started to move, his hips pulling back before thrusting into me again, setting a rhythm that was driving me insane. Every stroke was a possessive claim, with his body telling mine what his words had already said.
“You have no idea,” he grunted, his pace quickening slightly. “No idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you.”
That was a confession I hadn’t expected, but it lit another fire in me, making me feel proud and powerful. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, and he shifted his angle, hitting a spot inside me that made me see stars. I moaned, my hips rising to meet his thrusts again, urging him on.
“You like that, huh?” he growled with a smug satisfaction in his voice. “You like it when I fuck you deep?”
I could only nod. My words were lost in a haze of pleasure. He was pounding into me now, his hips slapping against mine, and the bed creaking in protest.
“Come on, baby,” he urged, his hand snaking between us to rub my clit. “Come with me. I want to feel you come all over my cock while I fill this sweet pussy.”
That was all it took. The pressure built again, even more intense this time, and I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me with a force that left me breathless. He followed me over the edge a moment later, his body tensing as he came with a loud groan.
He collapsed on top of me, his sweaty body pressing against mine. His heart hammered against my chest, and he didn’t move for a while, giving us both time to calm down. When he rolled off me, he stayed buried inside me and pulled me into his arms.
We lay there in the quiet, our breathing slowly syncing up. I rested my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my fingertips. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t dare to look up because he had just scrambled something in me that I wasn’t ready to face yet.
After a few minutes, his hand came up to cup my cheek, and he tilted my head back to look at him. There was a lazy but pleased grin on his lips, and I furrowed my brows, trying not to match his expression although I desperately wanted to.
“What are you smiling about?” I murmured, trying my best to sound annoyed.
His grin widened, and he leaned in to brush the tip of his nose against mine. “You. Being this close to you,” he told me, his eyes meeting mine again. “It’s a fucking miracle I’m not hard 24/7 just thinking about you.”
As if to prove his point, he flexed his hips, and I felt him harden inside me. His cock was growing from a semi to a full, rigid erection in a matter of seconds. The sensation had my muscles clench around him in response.
“I take it back,” he said, his hand sliding down to grip my ass. “I definitely get hard thinking about you. You feel that? That’s all you. My body knows exactly what it wants.”
“Just your body?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.
His expression hardened, and he pushed his hip forward, letting me feel just how hard he was getting again.
“That’s an odd question.”
I frowned. “Is it?”
He shrugged, not adding more to it, and leaving me in the dark.
Instead, he rolled us over in a fluid movement that left me straddling his hips, with his cock still buried deep inside me.
His hands rested on my waist, his thumbs stroking the skin just above my hip bones.
The position shifted the angle, and he was pressing against a new, sensitive spot that made my breath catch.
“Your turn,” he commanded, his eyes dark with lust. “Ride me. I want to watch you use my cock to make yourself come.”
His words were a challenge. One I wasn’t sure I could take on.
But I was willing to do it, to prove to him but mostly to myself that I could do this without letting my feelings get in the way.
Placing my hands on his chest, I lifted myself up slowly, dragging my walls along his length until just the tip of him remained inside.
I paused, teasing us both, before sinking back down, taking him in all the way.
The groan that ripped from his chest was pure satisfaction.
I did it again, a little faster this time, setting a slow but steady rhythm.
I was in control now, and the power was intoxicating.
I watched his face as I moved, the way his eyes darkened, the way his jaw clenched as I ground my hips against him.
“Fuck, just like that,” he gritted out, his hands tightening on my waist. “Take what you need, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”
I leaned forward, changing the angle again, and started to move faster.
My breasts bounced with every rise and fall, and he reached up with one hand, cupping one of my tits, and squeezing it tightly.
The friction was building, and the sensation was quickly becoming an inferno.
I was chasing my own pleasure now, using his body for my own ends, and the look on his face told me he loved every second of it.
The tension in my stomach tightened, and my movements became more erratic and desperate.
“That’s it,” he urged, his voice tight. “Come for me. Let me feel you come on my cock again.”
His permission was my undoing. I slammed my hips down one last time, and my orgasm crashed over me.
It left me shaking and crying out his name before I collapsed onto his chest. My body went limp and trembled as the aftershocks pulsed through me.
He held me tight, his cock still throbbing inside me after emptying himself into me again.