31. Callie
Chapter 31
Callie
Ripping away our clothes, my lips only leave Will’s for the seconds it takes for us to pull our shirts over our heads. Savoring this moment is a predicament. I want this man right now—so greedily that it’s near painful. But at the same time, I want to revel in this because I have no idea when this will happen again.
When every stitch of our clothing hits the floor, Will backs me up to the bed. His hands tease my body as they travel down from my face, grazing my hard nipples, then squeezing my ass.
“Talk to me, Callie. Tell me what you need,” he whispers in between kisses.
What I need? Fuck, that’s a great question. I need so many things. I need more of him. I need this rule to go away. I need more than just today with Will.
Will’s hand comes to the back of my head, gripping my hair tight as he pulls it back. “The only time I want you speechless, Callie, is when my dick’s in your mouth. But even then I still want to hear you choking on it.”
Oh, hell. “I want that,” I pant. “Will, I want to let you take control tonight.”
The corner of Will’s lips turn up in a sexy smirk. “As long as I can still hear you, baby.”
Will doesn’t wait for my answer before tossing me back on the side of the bed. I squeal at the unexpectedness of it. As I look back Will’s already started to come around to the other side.
“Come on,” he says as he stands directly behind me. “Hang your head off the edge and open those pretty lips for me.”
“With pleasure,” I purr.
Once I’m where he requests, my body feels like it’s vibrating with anticipation. Will looks down at me while fisting his dick then spits on his dick.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” I watch as he works his hand up and down his shaft.
Will’s eyes trail down my body, then come back up with this glint in his eyes. “If you need me to stop or pull back, you tap my leg twice, understand?”
All I can manage is a nod because he steps closer, teasing my mouth with his tip. I try to pull him in, but he pulls back. “Words, Callie.”
“I understand.” I smirk, then he steps closer and takes control of my mouth.
My arms wrap around his thighs, and he slows for a moment, but I’m not fucking tapping. I let out a moan and tug at his legs to let him know that I want him to keep going. Yeah, sometimes I like to play with control, but not tonight. And the part I love the most is that explaining that to Will doesn’t seem necessary. I think if I asked to be dominant next time, he wouldn’t bat an eye.
“You look good like this, baby.” Will’s hands trace down from my throat to palm my breasts. “Fuck, this is going up in my mental gallery.”
My noises barely qualify as moans anymore, but with him still thrusting into my mouth and playing with my tits, I’m so turned on there's no way I could be silent.
My arms hold on tightly as I start to gag a little. Will doesn’t stop entirely but he slows down enough for me to calm down and breathe through my nose.
“Good girl. You take me so well, Callie.” Will moves one hand and it clasps around my throat. “I fucking missed this mouth. All week I’ve thought of it. About kissing those pink lips.” Thrust. “About filling it with my cock.” Thrust. “About every noise, word, and ramble that comes out of it.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
My legs rub together because after that, fuck, I’m soaked down there and I need some friction.
“I see what you're doing, baby.” Will’s hand tightens around my throat. “Don’t worry, I’m going to spend the whole night worshiping that pussy of yours. But for right now, I’m going to come down your throat, and I want to feel you swallow it.”
Small whimpering noises are the only response I can give, but I’m screaming yes sir in my head. Will picks up his pace and I can feel how close he is. Letting go of his legs I let him take full control as my hands play with my tits.
“Fuck, Callie,” Will grunts then comes down my throat.
Being the good girl I am, I swallow just like he told me too. As he pulls out slowly I lick his tip one more time.
Will leans down placing a sensual kiss to my mouth then down to my chest. “Touch yourself again,” he commands.
When he stands back up I already have my hands working over my tits and he shakes his head. “Lower,” he growls.
I let my hands travel down my body slowly. I’m eager for a release, but I keep a slow pace as I hold Will’s eyes as he watches me intently. By the time he makes his way back around to the other side of the bed, my fingers run over my clit.
“Will,” I moan because I want him to know that even if it’s my hand, it’s him that has this effect on me.
“Fuck, another picture I want seared into my brain.” Will’s hands grip my ankles as he pulls me further down the bed so my head is no longer hanging off. “So, damn perfect.”
Will’s fingers slowly make their way up my legs and suddenly the idea comes to me. I blurt out, “Why don’t you take an actual picture?”
Will’s hands make it to my knees and he goes still. “Callie, I don’t?—”
“With the Polaroid.” Stopping, I sit up to meet Will’s face. “We have a pack left. They’re more private this way. We don’t have to, I just—I know it seems like a horrible idea. Maybe I should know better but this feels different. I trust you.”
Cupping my face, Will kisses me deeply. “If this is what you want. But if you so much as regret it for a single second we burn them in the bathroom sink after this.”
“Can I take some pictures of you too?” I whisper.
Will lets out this low sensual hum as he leans me back down flat on the bed. With hands on either side of my head, he hovers over me. “How about pictures of us?”
This man. “Oh, I can picture us perfectly, Will.”