Chapter 9 #2
I pulled away from him, my legs trembling slightly as I walked over to where my black leather toiletry bag was sitting on the marble bench.
My hands were shaking, but I didn’t stop.
I unzipped the side pocket, digging past my deodorant.
My fingers closed around the small cardboard box and the sleek black bottle.
I turned back around, holding them up.
Cal stared at the items in my hand, then up at my face. A slow, dark smirk spread across his face, replacing the concern with something much more dangerous.
“Oh,” he breathed, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl. “So you’ve wanted this?”
I walked back to him, pressing the items into his chest. He was two inches shorter than me, but in that moment, looking up at me with those dark, predatory eyes, he felt ten feet tall.
“More than you know,” I whispered.
Cal didn’t pounce immediately. He stepped into my space, his bare chest brushing against mine.
“We need to be crystal fucking clear about this, Si,” Cal growled, stepping into my space until I was pressed back against the marble edge of the sink.
“Because if we do this… if I cross that line… I’m not going back.
I’m not gonna touch anyone else. And you aren’t letting anyone else touch you. I don’t share. Are we clear?”
The possessiveness in his voice sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin.
“I don’t want anyone else,” I swore, breathless. “Just you.”
Cal nodded once. “Good.”
He kissed me then, a hard, claiming press of lips. Then he hooked his arms under my thighs and lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, burying my hands in his hair as he carried me out of the bathroom, the supplies clutched in his hand.
He walked to the massive king bed and laid me down on the mattress. He tossed the box of condoms and the bottle of lube onto the duvet beside us.
He stood by the edge of the bed, looking down at me.
“Roll over,” he commanded gently. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”
I rolled over, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I pushed myself up onto all fours. I felt exposed. Vulnerable. My ass was in the air, waiting for him.
Cal moved behind me. The mattress dipped as he kneeled.
Smack.
His hand connected hard with my ass.
A sharp gasp tore out of my throat, my back arching reflexively.
It stung, a bright flare of heat that instantly turned into a heavy throb between my legs.
It shocked me, I had never been hit like that, never thought I’d want to be, but the rush of adrenaline mixed with the arousal was intoxicating.
“Fuck,” I breathed, realizing with a jolt that I liked it.
Cal leaned down, his voice low against my ear. “You like that?”
I shuddered, unable to lie to him. “Yes.”
“Good boy.”
He leaned down further, tugging my boxer briefs down in the process. I felt the warmth of his breath against my hole, and then his tongue.
It was electric. It was wet, warm, and shockingly intimate. Cal groaned against my skin, his tongue broad and flat as he licked right over the rim.
He worked his tongue in circles, pressing into the tight ring of muscle, teasing it open. The sensation sent white hot sparks shooting down my thighs. It was degrading in the hottest way possible
Then, he pulled back. I heard the wet squelch of lube being squeezed into his palm.
“I’m going to use my fingers first,” Cal said. “Tell me if it’s too much. Be honest, Si.”
I felt his finger, slick and cold with the gel, press against me. He circled the entrance, coating me, before slowly, agonizingly, pushing inside.
I hissed through my teeth. It felt alien.
“Breathe, baby,” Cal coached. “Push back against me.”
I focused on his voice. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside me, stretching me wide.
“Red, yellow, green?”
“Green,” I choked out. “Fuck, definitely green.”
He pulled his fingers out and grabbed the condoms from the bed.
“Flip over,” he ordered. “I want to see your face.”
I rolled onto my back. Cal was kneeling between my legs, sheathing himself. He grabbed my knees. It made me feel small, open, completely at his mercy.
He leaned down, bracing his arms on either side of my head.
“If you don’t want to anymore, at any point, say stop,” Cal said, his eyes locking onto mine. “This is on you, baby. You’re in control.”
I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I want you. Don’t stop.”
Cal kissed me hard as he lined his cock up with my entrance.
I cried out as he pushed inside, my nails digging into his shoulders. It was a burning, tearing sensation. Cal froze instantly, letting me adjust.
“I know,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. “You’re so tight. Fuck, you’re so tight. Does it hurt? Tell me.”
“It… it burns a little,” I admitted, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Just breathe,” Cal soothed. He waited. He didn’t move a millimeter until my body accepted the intrusion. “Better?”
I took a ragged breath as the burning faded into a dull, throbbing ache of fullness. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s okay.”
“Move?”
“Move,” I breathed. “Please, Cal.”
He withdrew almost all the way, then thrust forward.
The moan that ripped out of me was animalistic. He hit my prostate dead on. A jolt of pure pleasure zapped through me, making my toes curl.
“Fuck,” Cal groaned.
He began to move in earnest. The rhythm wasn’t gentle anymore. He was snapping his hips, driving into me with a force that shook the bedframe.
“Harder,” I whined, my hips bucking up to meet him. I needed more. I needed to feel him everywhere.
Cal’s eyes darkened. “You like it rough, baby?”
“Yes,” I begged. “Please, harder.”
Cal obliged. He grabbed my hips, bruising the skin, and hammered into me.
Every thrust hit that sweet spot inside me, over and over again.
My vision started to white out. My cock was throbbing, leaking precum onto my stomach, but neither of us was touching it.
The pleasure was building in my gut, a tight, coiling heat that had nothing to do with friction and everything to do with him being inside me.
“Cal—” I gasped, my head thrashing on the pillow. “Cal, I’m close!”
Cal looked down, realizing his hands were on my hips, not my dick. He froze for a split second, eyes widening. “You’re close? Hands-free?”
“Yes—fuck—yes!”
“Christ,” Cal growled, a look of pure, predatory awe crossing his face. He drove into me harder, faster, mercilessly targeting that spot. “Give it to me then, baby! Cum for me!”
I screamed. My back arched off the mattress, my entire body seizing as I shattered. I came hard, spurting cum hot and white over my own chest without anyone even touching me. The intensity of it was blinding, pure, unadulterated pleasure that left me sobbing his name.
The sight of me cumming hands-free undid him. Cal moaned a low, vibrating sound, and slammed into me three more times, hard, fast, desperate, before freezing. He buried his face in my neck, his body trembling violently as he poured himself into the condom inside me.
He fell onto me, his weight crushing me into the mattress. The only sound in the room was our ragged breathing and the hum of the air conditioner.
After a long minute, Cal groaned, pushing himself up on shaky arms. He looked down at the mess on my chest, then at my face. He looked stunned, his hair sticking up in every direction, sweat dripping from his nose.
“I didn’t even touch you,” he breathed, a crooked, incredulous grin tugging at his lips. “I literally didn’t even touch your dick. That’s… that’s kind of a superpower, Si.”
I let out a breathless, wet laugh, my legs falling open on the bed, feeling completely boneless. “Yeah? Well, you’re the one who found the button.”
“Remind me to press it again,” Cal teased, leaning down to drop a quick kiss on my nose. “Often.”
He kissed my forehead, brushing damp hair out of my eyes. “You hurting anywhere? Hips okay?”
I groaned, shifting slightly and feeling the protest of muscles I didn’t know I had. “Honestly? I feel like I just went ten rounds with a freight train. And the freight train won.”
Cal laughed, a warm rumble in his chest. “Yeah, well, you definitely took a beating. I’ll carry your bags to the car tomorrow.”
“You better,” I mumbled. “I might need a wheelchair at this rate.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” Cal smirked. “I’ll hold your hand. Walk you slow.”
He carefully withdrew. He tied off the condom and walked to the bathroom to dispose of it. He came back a moment later with a warm, damp washcloth.
“Lay back,” he murmured.
I lay there, watching him as he wiped me down. He cleaned the cum off my stomach and chest with gentle, efficient strokes.
“You’re a mess, Reed,” he joked softly, scrubbing a spot on my ribs.
“Your fault,” I shot back, though I was melting under his touch.
“Proud of it,” he winked.
“You kept calling me baby,” I murmured, my voice rasping in the quiet room.
Cal paused, the cloth resting on my hip. He looked at me, his expression softening, losing the playful edge for a second.
“Yeah. I did.”
“You don’t… usually talk like that,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat up.
Cal smirked, resuming the cleaning. “I know. But I saw the way you reacted on the balcony earlier when I said it. And just now… every time I said it, you gripped the sheets tighter. You’re easy to read.”
I looked away, unable to deny it. “It just… feels good. Coming from you.”
“Well, you better get used to it,” Cal said, tossing the cloth onto the floor. He climbed back into bed. “Because you’re mine now. Baby.”
I felt a shiver go down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold.
I automatically started to scooch toward the other side of the massive mattress. It was what we always did, separate beds, separate spaces. Even when we shared a bed, we stayed on our sides.
I felt a hand wrap around my wrist.
“Where are you going?” Cal asked.
I looked back. “Just… giving you space. Going to my side.”
Cal tugged, pulling me back toward the center. “No. Not tonight. Get back here.”
He pulled me down until I was lying on my side, then curled his body around my back. He pulled the duvet up over us, cocooning us together. He tucked his arm under my head and draped his other arm, heavy and possessive, over my waist, pulling me flush against his chest.
“Stay,” he whispered into the back of my neck.