Chapter 31 #3
He flipped me onto my stomach effortlessly. He flattened his body over mine, his weight crushing me into the mattress, pressing the air from my lungs. He wrapped one arm around my chest, anchoring me, and drove in again.
He was fucking me into the sheets until I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
The hoodie was bunched around me, soaking up sweat.
The thong was rubbing against my skin with every thrust, teasing and overstimulating me.
He kept up a steady, punishing pace, his hips slapping against my ass with a wet, rhythmic sound that filled the room.
He leaned down, his chest pressing me flat, whispering filthy things into my ear, claiming every inch of skin he touched.
“I own you,” Cal promised, biting the back of my neck hard enough to leave a mark.
He drove into me, deeper and harder than he had ever gone before. He stayed there for a beat, pinning me to the mattress, just breathing against my neck, letting me feel the weight of him.
“Mine,” he panted, his breath hot against my ear. “All fucking mine.”
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me gaping and whining at the loss.
“Flip over,” he barked. “I want to see your face.”
I scrambled to turn over, my coordination shot. Cal pulled the jacket off of me, exposing me fully to the cool air and his heated gaze. Then, he stepped off the bed and pulled me down to the edge to meet him. He grabbed my ankles and hiked my legs up, hooking my knees over his elbows.
It folded me in half again. I was completely exposed to him, my hole open and glistening, the red handprint fading on my cheek, the thong strap twisted.
“Look at you,” Cal breathed, staring down at me like I was a feast he’d been starving for. “Willing to take anything I give you.”
He dropped my right leg, letting it fall to the mattress, but kept the left one hooked tight over his forearm, prying me open even wider.
“Open,” he ordered.
He grabbed my jaw, squeezing my cheeks until my lips parted. I stared up at him, breathless, as he gathered saliva in his mouth and let it fall onto my tongue. I swallowed it down instantly, tasting him, desperate for every part of him like it was holy water.
He smirked, that dark, dangerous smirk, and then used his body weight to drive into me again.
This time, with one leg pinned high and the other splayed out, the angle was even deeper.
He bottomed out instantly, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur.
He didn’t rush this part. He took his time, grinding into me slow and deep, watching my face crumble, watching my eyes roll back.
Every thrust felt like he was rearranging me, carving his name into my bones.
“Cal… Cal, please…” I sobbed, my head thrashing side to side on the mattress. “It’s too good. I can’t…”
“Take it,” Cal ordered.
Suddenly, the hand that had been holding my jaw slid down and wrapped around my throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to hold. Enough to control. He squeezed gently, cutting off my air just as he slammed his hips forward.
My eyes rolled back in my head, the lack of oxygen mixing with the pleasure to create a blinding white light behind my eyelids. It was terrifying and intoxicating all at once. I surrendered completely, trusting him with my breath, with my body, with everything.
“I’m gonna make you think about this for weeks,” Cal growled, tightening his grip on my throat for a split second before releasing it, letting me gasp for air before taking it away again.
“I’m gonna leave so much inside you that you’ll be leaking me for days.
Every time you move, every time you walk, you’re gonna feel me. ”
“Yes,” I choked out, tears streaming down my face. “Please, God, yes.”
“I’m gonna wreck you,” he groaned, his pace stuttering as he got close. “I’m gonna paint your insides, I’m gonna make sure you carry me with you to Sacramento.”
He grabbed my thighs, pulling me even closer to the edge, locking his hips against mine so there was no space, no escape.
“Cum for me, baby,” he commanded. “Now.”
The command ruined me. I didn’t even stroke myself but three times before the white stickiness was spilling over my hand and across our abs in the space between us, my hips bucking off the mattress in spasmodic release.
Cal followed a second later. He groaned, and buried himself to the hilt. He poured himself into me, hot and heavy, the pulses going on and on, filling me with his warmth, marking me from the inside out.
He collapsed forward, breathing harsh and heavy against my neck, but he didn’t pull away. He stayed there, locked in tight, letting the aftershocks wreck us both.
Finally, he pulled back out. I whined at the loss, feeling the immediate emptiness, followed by the wet sensation of him leaking out of me.
Cal froze. He was staring down between my legs, his eyes blown wide and dark, tracking the white fluid that was spilling from me onto the sheets.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice sounding wrecked. “Look at that.”
I tried to close my legs, suddenly feeling shy, but Cal’s hands snapped to my thighs, forcing them open.
“Don’t you hide that from me,” he growled, his gaze fixated on the mess he’d made. “Look at you. Leaking me.”
He reached down, catching a drop of it with his thumb. The possessiveness in his eyes was terrifying.
“You don’t get to waste this,” he murmured.
He pushed his thumb inside me, shoving his own cum back where he wanted it. The sensation of being filled again, even just by his finger, made my hips buck off the mattress. It was degrading in the holiest way possible. He was plugging me back up, refusing to let me go.
“Keep it,” he whispered, dragging his thumb back out slowly, watching the way I gaped for him. “Keep every drop.”
He watched for another second, satisfied, before the darkness in his eyes finally cleared, replaced by that fierce, protective warmth that was all Cal.
He shifted, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lower stomach, right over where he’d just filled me. Then he kissed higher. Up my abs. Over my chest. To my throat.
He smoothed the hair back from my sweaty forehead, his touch incredibly gentle.
“You okay?” he whispered, searching my eyes. “Did I hurt you? Was the throat too much?”
“No,” I breathed, reaching up to cup his face, my thumb tracing his bottom lip. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”
Cal let out a long breath, pressing a soft kiss to my nose. “Okay. Good.”
“Mine,” he murmured, burying his face in my neck. “Forever.”
“Yours,” I whispered, floating in the afterglow, feeling fuller and more complete than I ever had in my life. “Forever.”