Chapter 15 How Bad Do You Want Me? #2
down there and— holy shit, that’s his tongue on my clit.
I wince as I brace myself for him to pull away, but he doesn’t. In fact, he shifts me so I’m forced to sit on the bed as he
stays on his knees and yanks me to the edge toward his face. He throws my legs up over his shoulders and ravishes me, his
tongue deft and punishing while his rough hands knead my bare breasts and twist my nipples with the perfect amount of gentle
pressure.
I throw my head back and moan when he sinks a finger inside my wet heat, pulling out to slide my arousal over my clit in a
punishing rhythm. Thank fuck I got waxed before this trip. Since separating from Randal, I’d let myself go down there, fully
intent on collecting cobwebs. But with my sex club shenanigans and this trip, I’m very glad my black-cat energy is more like
bald-cat energy.
“Calder,” I cry his name as I feel the climb of orgasm hitting me quicker than I expected. I haven’t come from a man’s mouth,
let alone a man’s dick, in so, so long. “I’m going to—”
“No, you’re not,” Calder growls and stands up, yanking his pants down to release his painful-looking erection.
It bobs toward me, and I clench my thighs together in agony as he takes his time rolling a condom over his swollen tip.
His dick is huge. Even bigger now that it’s hard.
His voice is low and sinister when he says, “I told you I was going to make you beg.”
He holds my legs apart, spreading me wide as he stares down at my sex. It’s unnerving having a relative stranger stare at
you like that, but he seems fascinated by the sight of it. And even though every part of me wants to crawl into a hole and
die, I don’t want to feel insecure. Steeling myself, I push those voices far, far away. He found me at a sex club for Christ’s
sake. Act like you’re used to this, Dakota!
He puts two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before bringing them down to my center to coat my opening. “You’re
so ready for me, aren’t you?”
I nod, soaked, desperate, and starving for him. For release. For all of it.
“You are so fucking sexy. So fucking beautiful,” he continues, his eyes full of lust. “I want you so damn bad.”
Insecurity has left the building and every cell in my body is on fire as I yearn for him to just slam into me and give me
a break from this pain coursing through me.
But the asshole doesn’t do that.
He grips his length and presses his tip into me and then pulls it back, rubbing the head over my clit before teasing me with
just the tip again and again and again.
I squirm under his hands, writhing for more. “Just fuck me, Calder.”
He smirks. Cocky bastard. “Not until you beg.”
“I just did!” I snap back at him, smacking my hands on the bed in frustration.
His abs tighten as he chuckles. It’s a good look. “Tell me how bad you want me.”
“I want you,” I exclaim, out of breath and frustrated by his games. I’m finally out of my head for once and he wants to prolong
the process? “Please, fuck me.”
He inches in just a tiny bit more, still toying with me. Of course this man would do this. He can’t just make it easy and let this be what it is. A hard, fast fuck. He has to make a game out of it. A power play.
Well, two can play at this game.
I reach up and grab his hips in an attempt to pull him into me. He laughs and presses his head into my chest. “So fucking
demanding.”
“Calder, this isn’t funny anymore,” I snipe, my center throbbing with need. “Just do this or get off of me.”
“I’ll get you off, baby. Just need to hear how bad you want it first.”
Irritation hums in my veins at the baby remark and the way his eyes are on me as he says it. It’s too much. Too intimate. So unlike him. Unlike us. It’s better when
we’re fighting. I understand that. But it’s been so long since I’ve been fucked, and I need this.
After more edging than I can handle, I shove his shoulders and catch him off guard, rolling him onto his back. He laughs and
the crinkles in his eyes cause butterflies in my stomach as I straddle him to position his tip at my entrance.
With my breath high in my chest, I sink down, pulling him all the way inside of me, deeper than I’ve ever had a man. Oh. My. Fucking. God. It feels otherworldly, like I’ve entered another dimension, one where pain and pleasure work hand in hand to create the most
euphoric sensation.
His eyes roll to the back of his head as he mutters, “Fuck Dakota... fuck .”
He sounds completely unmanned, and that coupled with the unreal pressure between my thighs has my body wanting to coil up
into a ball. I press my chin to my chest, my hair curtaining my face as my fingers dig into his pecs for support while I try
to adjust to his girth. It’s so tight. Unbelievably tight. A year of no sex and a big dick will do that to a body, I guess.
I shift up to try and relieve the pressure, but the ache building inside me is too strong. I slam back down on him, and the tension shifts from a burn to a pulse that ripples through my body and needles that spot inside of me that’s been deprived far too long.
I undulate over him, my wetness dampening his length and making things a bit more bearable. His hands are bruising on my hips
as he tries to slow me down, but I’m beyond reproach. I’m taking what I asked for... what he crawled on his hands and knees
to offer me. I am not just breaking my dry spell, I’m blowing the fucking roof off it.
In mere moments, I’m cresting, my insides exploding into a warmth of erotic ecstasy as I climax over top of him. Calder calls
out my name over and over, thrusting up into me as he prolongs my pleasure, dragging out my orgasm as he chases his own.
When I feel him rupture inside of me, I fall over top of him, completely overstimulated and out of breath as I lay in the
warmth of him, feeling strangely comforted by his scent. Quite a change for where we started this trip.
When I roll off, I feel Calder’s eyes burning a hole in me, so I look over with a frown. “What?”
“Care to answer for your crimes?”
I pull a strand of hair off my lips and dab at the sweat on my brow. “I don’t like asking for things twice. I thought you
would have known that about me.”
We fall into a comfortable, satiated silence, and I feel myself drifting to sleep with a smile on my face. Let’s hope I can
keep this sense of satisfaction when we head back to the real world tomorrow, because it feels good for a change.
And it’s a real punch to the gut to admit that of all the people in my life, it was Calder Fletcher to help get me there.