Chapter 23 #2
Cal just smirked, leaning back in his chair, manspreading comfortably. “I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want.”
Evan rolled his eyes. “You’re a nightmare.”
Just then, Lena came jogging up, breathless, her purple hair flying.
“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late!” She dropped her bag and looked at me. Her eyes widened immediately. “Wait… Silas! What is that?”
She pointed a manicured finger at my neck.
“What?” I played dumb, voice cracking.
“A hickey!” Lena practically squealed, looking around. “Wait… did your girlfriend visit last night? Do you have a girlfriend even? How did I miss her?!”
I froze. Cal shot Evan a look that dared him to laugh.
“Yeah,” Cal said smoothly, saving me but drowning me at the same time. “She snuck in late. Left early. Ninja style.”
“Oh my god,” Lena sighed dreamily. “She must be amazing! Tell me about her! Is she blonde? Brunette? You look like you would like blondes.”
“Dark hair,” Cal answered for me, his eyes locked on mine, dark and hungry, enjoying my squirming. “High maintenance. Very demanding.”
“And possessive,” Evan added, taking a sip of his coffee. “Clearly.”
“I hate both of you,” I muttered, shifting in my seat as the plug twisted inside me, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine.
The flight was psychological torture. I sat next to Cal, unable to move, unable to adjust, feeling him radiate heat beside me. Every time I shifted, he’d rest his hand on my thigh and squeeze, reminding me he knew exactly what was happening inside my pants.
But the second we got into the hotel room in Seattle, the dynamic shifted from playful to urgent.
Cal locked the door and threw the deadbolt.
“Get it out,” I begged, leaning against the wall, breathless. “Cal, please.”
“Bathroom,” Cal ordered, pointing. “Take it out. Wash up. Come back out here. Don’t make me wait.”
I ran to the bathroom. Removing the plug left a gaping, aching need. I cleaned up quickly, my hands shaking, splashing cold water on my face to try and center myself. It didn’t work.
When I came back out, Cal had dimmed the lights. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed but watching me with intense focus. He had placed a realistic silicone dildo and a thick, black silicone cock ring on the duvet.
“Strip,” Cal said.
I did so quickly, leaving my clothes in a pile, standing naked in the middle of the room. I felt small under his gaze. Exposed.
“Come here,” Cal said.
I walked over. Cal reached for the cock ring. He gripped my semi hard length, dragging his thumb over the head, catching the precum leaking there.
“You’re leaking,” he noted with a dark smile. “So eager.”
He stretched the tight ring and slid it over my shaft, and wrestled my balls through it.
It snapped into place at the base, cinching everything tight.
The pressure was immediate. My cock throbbed, instantly hardening to a painful degree, the blood trapped.
The veins popped against the skin, purple and angry.
It made me feel displayed. A tool for him to use.
“Now,” Cal said, nodding at the dildo on the bed. “You say you’re scared of my size? Show me what you can take. Prep yourself. I want to watch.”
“You want me to…what?” I said, the color draining from my face.
“I want to sit here,” Cal leaned back on his hands, spreading his legs, “and watch you fuck yourself open for me, baby.”
My breath hitched. I was turned on, god yes, but the anxiety spiked. I had never done this. Not in front of anyone.
“Cal, I…”
“Do it, Silas,” he commanded. “Show me how bad you want it.”
I grabbed the toy and the lube. My hands were trembling. I laid back on the bed, spreading my legs, feeling the cool air on my hole. Cal watched my every move, his eyes dark, tracking the way my hands shook as I applied the lube.
I pushed the toy in. I groaned, my head falling back. “Fuck.”
In seven years, of course I’d gotten myself off like this.
I had to. I wanted it, but the idea of another man touching me never felt right; it made me sick to my stomach.
I had a dildo of my own back home, but I swore it wasn’t this big either.
And if I struggled to handle this piece of silicone, how the fuck was I going to take Callum?
“Deeper,” Cal coached, his voice low and raspy. “Take it all. Open yourself up for me.”
I worked the toy, sweat beading on my forehead. It felt good, hitting my prostate, but the shame and the arousal of being watched were overwhelming.
“That’s it,” Cal praised. “Look at you… taking it like a good slut.”
Suddenly, Cal stood up. “Stop.”
I froze. He took the toy from my hand.
“Let me,” he growled.
He drove it in. He didn’t have any hesitation. He fucked me with it, finding a rhythm that was punishing and perfect. He hit my prostate hard, making me whine.
“You like that?” he whispered, leaning over me. “You like being used? You like having a big dick stretch you out?”
“Yes,” I whined. “Yes, Fuck.”
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, twisting the toy. “But I’m going to ruin that.”
He got me close, edging me right to the precipice, and then ripped it out. I cried out at the loss, my body clenching on empty air.
“Good boy,” he praised, tossing the toy aside. “Now. Face down. Ass up.”
I scrambled into position, burying my face in the pillows, my ass in the air.
Cal climbed onto the bed behind me. I heard the sound of his zipper. The sound of him spitting into his hand to lube himself up. He lined up behind me. I felt the head of his cock press against me, and I froze.
“Fuck,” I gasped, glancing back. “Cal… it really is bigger.”
The panic was real. He felt massive against me. Broader, heavier than I remembered. The girth was intimidating.
Cal paused, and a slow, arrogant smirk spread across his face. My fear didn’t stop him; it fed him. He liked knowing he was too much for me.
“Yeah?” he purred, running his hand down my spine, his grip landing on my neck. “Does that scare you?”
“It’s going to hurt,” I whispered, trembling. “You’re thicker. A-and being uncut, t-the skin drags. it makes it f-feel… So much bigger.”
“I know,” Cal growled, leaning down to bite my ear, his teeth scraping the cartilage. “And you’re going to take every inch of it, Silas. I want you to feel it all. I want you to feel me stretching you apart until you can’t feel anything else.”
He drove forward.
“Fuck!” I screamed into the pillow, my hands clawing at the sheets.
He filled me completely. It was a glorious, tearing stretch. He was dense, heavy, and massive inside me. It felt like I was being split open, rearranged.
“That’s it,” Cal praised, his voice thick with lust. “Look at you taking all of me. You’re such a good little whore for me, baby.”
He began to move. He was relentless. He wasn’t making love; he was claiming territory. He was erasing seven years of silence with every thrust.
Smack.
His hand came down hard on my ass. I cried out, the sting radiating heat, melting into the pleasure. I arched into it, needing more.
“Turn over,” Cal ordered suddenly.
I scrambled to flip over, breathless and dazed.
Cal grabbed my ankles. He pushed my legs back until my knees were practically touching my ears, folding me in half. It left me completely exposed. He settled between my legs, driving back in deep.
We’d never done this position, and Jesus Christ, I was seeing stars. The pleasure was so intense, so deep, hitting spots I didn’t know existed. I felt faint.
“Oh god!” I cried out, my head thrashing.
Cal leaned over me, pinning my wrists to the mattress above my head. He loomed over me, blocking out the light, blocking out the world.
“You saved this for me?” Cal growled, slamming into me, his hips bruising mine. “You didn’t let anyone else inside you?”
“No one,” I sobbed. “Just you.”
“Good,” Cal snarled. “Because you’re mine. I’m the only one who gets to ruin you like this. I’m the only one who fits. You hear me? This hole belongs to me.”
He tortured me. For minutes, he brought me to the brink and stopped. He fucked me until I was sobbing, until I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
“You know what I did the night you came back?” Cal asked, his voice rough in my ear as he held me on the edge. “In November? After I saw you while I was in the ring? After I pinned you against the wall?”
“No,” I choked out, drooling, completely undone.
“I went back to my hotel room,” Cal ground out, thrusting harder. “And I jerked off thinking about this. Thinking about ruining you. Thinking about stretching you out just like this. I haven’t cum that hard in years, Silas. So you better put on a good fucking show, because you have to beat that.”
“Cal, please,” I begged, tears streaming down my face. “I need you. I need to cum.”
“You’re ruined,” Cal promised, slamming into me, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “I’m ruining you right now. No other man is ever touching you. You hear me? Only me. Only this dick. You’re fucking mine.”
“Only you,” I sobbed, surrendering everything to him. “Only you. I’m yours.”
“God, you’re such a good fucking slut,” he growled.
He released my wrists.
“Cum for me,” Cal ordered, his voice commanding. “No hands. Milk it out of yourself. Use your hole to milk me.”
He drove harder, faster, abandoning all control. I clamped down around him, desperate to obey. My vision blurred, everything going white.
I came painfully hard. It was a ruined, messy orgasm, my body convulsing around him. I shot all over my own stomach and chest without me even touching myself, the fluid coating my skin, hot and sticky, a mess of my own making.
Cal groaned, a primal roar. “Fuck, Silas!”
He buried himself to the hilt, grabbing my hips to hold me in place. He poured himself into me, filling me up deep inside. He held himself there, throbbing, making sure I took every drop. It felt possessive. It felt permanent.
He collapsed on top of me, crushing me into the mattress, panting against my neck, both of us slick with sweat and fluids.