Chapter 17 #2
Dodging stacks of boxes in the hallway, my long legs eat up the steps towards my bedroom, dumping Calla on top of my bed before I flick on the light switch.
She lands with a squeal, scrabbling to prop herself up on her forearms to watch my every move.
I kick off my shoes and peer down at her, cataloguing the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the soft looking blonde strands of hair mussed up, falling about her face, the pretty pink colour of her lips, puffy from our kisses.
Calla tilts her chin up, blinking slowly. “Come here.”
I shake my head soundlessly.
“No?”
“No,” I repeat. “I want my dessert first.”
It takes a heartbeat for my words to settle in before Calla is widening her legs in invitation.
My knees click loudly, echoing across the walls of the otherwise quiet room, as I bend, coming to kneel on the wooden floor of my bedroom before Calla.
I reach for her right foot first, finding the small silver buckle wrapped around her delicate ankle and beginning to unravel the clasp until I can easily slide her heel from her foot.
“Next time—” I press a kiss to her ankle bone, relishing in the audible hitch of Calla’s breathe.
I’m not usually a foot man but tonight has me re-thinking my whole life choices.
“Next time, you’re to keep these on. I wanna drive into you while you’re wearing nothing, but these come-fuck me heels. Would you like that, Calla?”
Her head bobs quickly, those teeth of hers sinking into her plush bottom lip, reddening the flesh there as she watches my every move.
I remove her left heel before tracking my palm up her slender legs, digging my fingertips into the waistband of her leather trousers.
“Lift your hips for me.”
Calla responds without complaint, tilting her pelvis to the ceiling and allowing me to unbutton her trousers. I slowly pull the material, knickers and all, down… down… down, throwing them somewhere behind me.
Now I have her bare, I reach my hands beneath Calla, digging my fingertips into the soft peach-like flesh of her arse, dragging her down the bed and closer to my mouth.
“Let me see her.”
With another hitch of her breath, Calla widens her legs again, presenting her pretty pink pussy to me without the thin barrier of her lace underwear.
“Pretty girl,” I coo, running the pad of my thumb through her slick folds before applying pressure to her cute pink clit, which is peeking out from her hood as if seeking my touch. “This all for me?”
She’s wet, sodden almost, coating my thumb with her sticky desire. I want to feel her slick on my nose, my lips, dripping down my chin, to taste Calla the way I haven’t gotten to the last two times we’ve slept together.
“My knickers have been a mess all night,” Calla admits, her voice huskier than before, tinged with arousal. “Ever since you stepped into the bar.”
I reward her admission with another swipe of my thumb, mouth-watering, while my other palm reaches out to grip Calla’s hip when she jolts from the mattress. “Messy girl.”
Pulling my thumb away, I pop the digit in my mouth, sucking the sweet taste of Calla from my flesh.
“Gimme a taste,” a sweet voice whines above me, hardly waiting for my answer before yanking my thumb out of my mouth and replacing it with her lips.
I feed Calla my digit for a heartbeat, cupping her jawline with my other fingers and listening to her wet suckling right down to my knuckle before my sanity snaps.
Smearing the mixture of saliva and slick across the corner of Calla’s lips and up to her cheekbone, I tighten my hold on her face.
“Watch.”
I gather the spit in my mouth, allowing it to pool before I spit it on Calla’s clit.
I don’t wait to watch it slide down her folds, instead leaning forward and burying my face between her legs without warning.
“Blake… fuck.”
My cock presses painfully against the confines of my trousers, my balls aching with each thump of my heartbeat, until I reach down with my left hand and give myself a rough squeeze.
Groaning into Calla’s hot wet flesh, I lick and suck one lip and then the other, probing her core with the tip of my tongue.
Peering upwards, I watch as Calla crosses her arms, pinches the hem of her top and pulls it over her head with ease. Fully naked, she falls back onto my bed, throwing one of her arms over her face while the other kneads at her now bare tit, strumming at the bud of her hard nipple.
God, I feel delirious, high on the taste of Calla on my tongue, mind numb with arousal.
“Never tasted something so fucking sweet,” I mutter into her pussy, wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking. “I could eat this pretty pussy every single day…”
Calla presses her hips into my face, urging me on. “You won’t hear me stopping you.”
“Good.” I release my cock to press open her thigh, opening her pussy up for me and then flattening my tongue to lick the entire length of her. “Might tie you to my bed so you can’t leave, and I can get my fill. Hm? Would you let me do that, sunshine?”
Calla doesn’t need to answer. I can feel her response in the tightening of her pussy, the way her hips jitter and jolt, wiggling from side to side.
“Blake,” she cries out. “God. You’re gonna make me—”
Re-upping my efforts, I quickly swipe my tongue back and forth over Calla’s clit, ignoring the ache beginning to throb in my tongue. I can practically taste how close she is.
Peeling my fingers from her hip, leaving behind four red oval shaped prints, I squeeze her neglected tit, cupping the slightly heavy weight of it in my palm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Calla chants, tightening her thighs around my head. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, Blake. I’m so close—”
She comes with a low moan, slick squirting out of her, wetly landing on my chin and the sheet beneath.
“That’s it.” I keep up my efforts, prolonging Calla’s orgasm for as long as she’ll let me. “Let it happen. Make a fucking mess for me, Calla.”
Profanities hoarsely dripping from her lips, she twitches, her pussy still rippling with aftershocks until she reaches down and pushes my head away.
I give her pussy one last lick – at least for tonight – before leaning back on my haunches, watching Calla close her legs and shiver.
Removing her arm from her face, she peers down at me, eyes half lidded with pleasure. “Come here, Blake.”
I bite back a pained groan as I stand, bones aching from kneeling upon the hard flooring, although it was worth every single fucking second to hear Calla’s moans of ecstasy and taste her fall apart of my tongue.
Crawling onto the bed, I nudge my hand against Calla’s bare hip.
“Kiss me.”
Who am I to say no?
Bending, I place my lips upon Calla’s, tilting my head to one side when she deepens our lip lock, sucking upon the tip of my tongue just as she had my thumb.
I vaguely register her soft hands moving; one minute cupping the back of my neck, fingers brushing through the hair there, the next, unthreading the buttons of my shirt to push it from my broad shoulders.
A hiss of pleasure slips from my lips when Calla’s palm finds my cock, squeezing the bulge once, twice, three times, before she flicks open the clasp and slides her hand inside.
I watch her mouth contort into a satisfied smirk; the sight enough to drive me to the brink of insanity.
Shutting my eyes tight, I tip my head back towards the ceiling. “Fuck, Calla.”
“Exactly my thought,” she quips back quickly, the smile apparent in her tone. “But I still can’t feel my legs, so you’re going to have to do all the work.”
I peel open my eyes lazily, gazing down at her while she plays with my aching balls. “I wouldn’t really call it work, sunshine. Getting to fuck you is more like a dream than anything.”
Calla grins. “Sweet talker. Condom?”
I clench my jaw, packing my teeth tightly together, when she swipes her thumb over my slit, smearing a pearl of precum. “Top drawer.”
I shuck my trousers and underwear while Calla grabs the square foil packet, climbing back on the bed, between her legs and watching as she shakes the box of condoms at me.
“This is still pretty full,” she remarks with something in her tone I can’t quite place.
Taking the protection from her, I rip the edge and roll the latex down my hard length. “It should be. I’m not sleeping with anyone but you, sunshine.”
I swear I don’t mistake the pink blush that begins to spread over Calla’s chest, climbing up her neck.
“Good.” She sits up, meeting me halfway and banding one of her arms around my neck. “I know we didn’t really talk about it, but I’m not sleeping with anyone else, either, and I’d—I’d like to keep it that way, you know, until things—”
I kiss her to stop her from finishing the rest of her sentence. I don’t want to hear anymore. I don’t want to be reminded that this thing between us has an expiration date, not ever, but especially not while I’m between her thighs, feeling the proof of her wet heat on my hand.
A surge of possessiveness runs through me, turning all of my rational thoughts to goo, which I totally blame for the words I utter against Calla’s lips. “Nobody else.”
“Nobody else,” she agrees, setting my soul on fire with her admission and sealing it with a kiss.
Our kisses turn frantic again – hands grabbing, tongues tangling – until I can’t take another second of grinding into Calla’s soft thigh.
“I’ve gotta be inside you, Calla. Can’t wait another fucking second. Lie back.”
Nestling her head into my pillow, blonde hair fanning out behind like a halo, I grip my cock at the base, holding myself steady while I slip up and down her folds a few times, paying close attention to her clit.
I watch, unable to rip my eyes away, the way my tip circles her pink bud, the hardness of my length so at contrast with the softness of her pussy, before her body draws me in, allowing me to sink home.
My groan mingles with Calla’s whine, my eyes falling shut, unable to keep them open another heartbeat longer as ecstasy ripples up and down my spine.
“God, Blake, you feel so fucking good…”
I pull out, snap my hips and drive back inside Calla’s wet heat, her words spurring me on.
It feels like freefalling every time I feel her clamp around me, my grip on her hips the only thing keeping me grounded.
“Harder,” Calla utters on a high-pitched moan, one of her hands snaking down to play with her clit, the other threading through my fingers digging into her supple flesh.
I drive into her harder when I feel the walls of her pussy begin to flutter around me, coaxing me to come with her, to fill her up, paint her walls with my—
Gritting my teeth, jaw feathering, I push past the squeeze of my aching cock, keeping my focus on Calla’s face, contorted in pleasure, as she gushes all over my cock.
Wetness trickling down my balls, my inner thighs, even dampening the sheets, I barely allow Calla a second to breathe before I’m pulling out and flipping her over onto her stomach.
Still twitching with aftershocks, I hoist her hips up high, relishing in the sound of her moans, now muffled by my pillow, and slide back inside.
“It should be illegal to feel this good,” I mutter, snapping forward quickly, filling Calla to the hilt until there’s not an inch of space between our slick with sweat bodies. “I meant what I said about keeping you tied to my bed so I can always have you…”
Calla clenches around me for a third time, less intense than before, but still.
“You like the sound of that? Hm?”
She nods her head into the pillow, fingers creating deep divots in the plush material, her mouth clamped over the corner, staining it with her spit.
“I know you do,” I continue, feeling my climax race towards me, unwilling to be ignored the third time tonight. “I can feel it in the way your body is flexing around me. Milking my cock, begging for my come, begging for me to come inside your tight little pussy—”
“Fuck yes, inside,” Calla moans, a hand stretching back to touch any part of me she can reach. “Come inside me, Blake. I want to fucking feel you.’
I’m helpless but to do as she says, pulling back one last time and then surging forward, grazing that spongy spot inside Calla’s pussy that makes her legs spasm.
Balls drawing up, vision whitening, I spill myself with a groan of Calla’s name, fucking up into her mindlessly, drawing out the ecstasy running through my veins until my legs are jelly.
Draping myself over Calla’s back, our bodies still joined, I press featherlight kisses to the ball of her shoulders, the nape of her neck, that sweet spot along her jaw, while my breathing slows back to its normal rhythm.
Eyes closed in bliss, Calla smiles softly, catching my lips with hers and devouring me slowly, as if we have all the time in the world.
I wish we did.
Blinking myself out of my post-come endorphin-rush haze, I flex my arms, pressing myself up and slip out of Calla, biting back the low whine that threatens to escape me.
Flipping onto her back, Calla peers up at me, hands forming into grabby fists. “Help me up, I’ve got pins and needles in my feet.”
I laugh at the seemingly domestic bliss of it all, circling Calla’s delicate wrists to help her land on her feet.
She follows me to the bathroom, taking the clean washcloth I hand her to dampen while I pull off the condom, tying it in a knot and throwing it into the bin.
I turn around to wash my hands, finding Calla sitting on the toilet, emptying her bladder and ensuring she doesn’t get a UTI by the sound of it.
“Sorry, I’ll leave you—”
Calla shakes her head, reaching for the toilet roll and ripping off a wad. “Don’t be so silly. We’ve seen each other naked; you’ve been inside me. Surely, we’re past the embarrassment of watching me wee?”
Flushing, she washes her own hands with a generous dollop of soap, drying them on a spare towel hanging over the shower, before banding her arms around my neck.
“Can I stay the night?”
I reach down to touch her, filling my palms with the curve of her arse, while I dip my head to steal a kiss. “As if I’m going to let you go, sunshine.”