Chapter 34 #2
“Give it all to me, rosy.” He stops to kiss the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
“I want every last scream. Every last moan. Every single drop of your release is mine.” He returns to my clit, his hot tongue making tight circles.
He pushes a finger inside me, thrusting slowly.
A contrast to what his wicked mouth is doing.
The door rattles on its hinges. I can’t hold myself still, and I don’t want to. “Oh my god.”
“That’s it. Let it build, good and strong.” He lazily pumps in and out of me. Without the clit stimulation, I’m held at the precipice, not quite able to push over, but immensely enjoying the pause. He sweeps the calloused pad of his thumb over my nub, and my hips jerk.
“I could watch you like this every single day. Cheeks flushed. Pussy dripping wet. Your eyes are glazed, and you’re ready to come so fucking hard.”
“Y-yes.” I’m breathing hard, and my abs are clenched. I’m stalled right before the peak, and he’s not letting me tip over. Can I stay here forever?
In and out, he thrusts his fingers. “Fuck,” he growls. “I can’t wait.”
He carefully places my foot on the ground and prowls up my body, ripping his jeans open with one hand. He reaches behind him, withdraws his wallet, yanks a condom out, and tosses the rest behind him.
I’d laugh, but my body is humming, and I want to beg him to shove me over the edge with both hands. I’m tightening up from the inside out again. Anticipation. His zipper lets out a muted shriek when he shoves his pants past his ass. He rips the condom open with his teeth and rolls it on.
I’m a rapt audience of one. “You’re so big.”
It’s cliché—he’s probably heard it before—yet every time I see his cock, that’s what goes through my head. I give him a pump over the shiny rubber. Trepidation starts to sink in. He’s pretty large.
His eyes sharpen, and his irises are chocolate brown. “I’ll go slow.” He hitches my legs up, and I automatically wrap them around his waist and loop my arms around his neck. “But you’re going to take every inch of me.”
I nod and stiffen when he notches himself at my entrance. He kisses me, deep and hard, until I melt under him, lost in the scent of me on him. He pushes the crown in, and my eyelids flutter. The sense of fullness is nothing like when he uses his finger.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers against my lips.
I relax even more, sinking farther down on him. He’s true to his word and goes slow. If we were lying down, maybe it’d be different, but he’s going to fuck me against the door of the brewery. I’ll never be able to work again without thinking of this.
He keeps kissing me, and I take more of him. When he fills me completely, we both still. I can feel my walls working around him, contracting along his length, adjusting to his size. We’re connected, and he’s hitting every part of me.
“I need you to do something for me.” His voice is tight and strained, as if he wants to thrust with abandon, but he won’t, out of concern for me.
“Yeah?” I rock a little, and he becomes rigid, his shoulders tense and his jaw clenched.
“Rub that hot little clit while I fuck you until you come.”
Oh. A sudden bout of shyness overtakes me. Of course, I’ve gotten myself off before, but not in front of anyone.
“I need to make sure you come for me,” he says hoarsely.
And there’s the reason I haven’t stroked one out for an audience. My pleasure wasn’t the priority. For Calder, it is.
I slide my hand down his shoulder, and he turns his head and catches my finger between his lips. He swirls his tongue over the pad, and it’s like a line is connected to my pussy. My walls grip his cock again, squeezing him, and he groans, releasing my finger.
I slip my hand between us. I’m soaked, just like he said.
He didn’t need to wet anything, but again, he can’t help but look out for me.
As soon as I stroke myself, the orgasm rears up, ready to climb that peak and topple over the edge.
He starts moving, his long length stroking in and out, gaining speed.
I roll my hips against him—against myself.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, hanging onto him while circling my clit at the exact speed he was using. I’m so close.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts, pumping faster.
I don’t want this to end, but I need that release. I need to know what it’s like for him to lose control inside me.
Soon, I don’t have a choice. I slam over the edge, catapulting, free falling while he’s got me secure against him. “Calder! Yes!” I holler. I cry. I moan so damn loud I can’t believe passing cars can’t hear us.
“Fuck, Meredith. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He slams into me one more time. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, and the panels of the door dig into my back. After a few short pumps into me, he stills, aftershocks racking his body.
I slide my hand out and hook it around his neck. Peppering his face with kisses, I murmur his name. He turns into me and gives me a long, languid kiss. I’m content. I wish we were in bed so I could curl up with him and go to sleep. Then we could wake up and do it again.
Most of all, I wish we could keep having sex. That he wasn’t planning on leaving, and that I won’t come to work, remember fucking him, feel the emptiness, and know I’ll never be full again.
I shouldn’t have gone all the way with him. I shouldn’t have let him in my room that first night.
He breaks the kiss but doesn’t put my legs down. “We’re leaving work early tomorrow night so I can fuck you before Bowen gets home.”
I’m not strolling right into inevitable heartbreak. I’m a barrel rolling downhill into it.
“It’s a date.”