Chapter 5 #3
Cal wraps his fingers in my hair and pushes my face down into the cushions.
With my ass in the air, he reaches even deeper. I cry out again when he slams into me harder than before.
He holds me in place with one hand while the other cracks against my behind, making me whimper in surprise.
“Cal!”
My scream turns into a gasping moan.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?”
I need more friction against my clit. I begin to whine, trying to rub it against the cushion beneath me.
“That’s right. Rub your needy clit against my pillow. I want you to gush all over this couch.”
“Ah, God. Cal.”
With his permission, I grind down, but I can barely get enough pressure.
I huff in frustration.
Cal chuckles behind me.
“You need some help with that?”
I push my hips higher, and he slaps my needy ass.
His stubble rubs against my cheek as he rasps into my ear.
“Is that a yes, baby girl?”
“Yes!”
I need more.
I need everything.
Three fingers appear beneath me, and he begins rubbing me in fast patterns.
My body locks up from the pleasure.
I clench around him, pulling him deeper as I fight to go over the edge.
I’ve never come with a man inside me. The thought makes me irrationally nervous, like no matter what he does, it won’t happen.
I push the thought away and focus on how he’s making me feel. His thighs press powerfully against mine.
“Relax, Sloane. I can literally feel you thinking too much.”
I grow frustrated with my own body and cry out from the agony of being so close.
“Shh. It’s okay, baby.”
He slows his thrusts until they’re strong and deep, becoming more careful with my clit.
“How close are you?” he asks gently.
The question makes me clench.
“I felt that,” he says, and I can tell he’s smiling.
“I’m close. I just... I can’t get there.”
I admit it with equal parts desperation and pleading.
He pulls out and pushes back in, maintaining a steady rhythm.
“Take a deep breath and hold it, Sloane.”
I do as he says.
The pleasure rises inside me, and I chase it.
He can tell I need more. It’s like he’s completely in tune with my body as he begins thrusting faster and circling my clit with more pressure.
“Hold it, Sloane. That’s it.”
Somehow, I finally go over.
A scream tears from me, breaking through the breath I’ve been holding. My body spasms in pulsing waves.
I fly so high that my vision fractures. I see spots of black, then white, before the colors rush back in.
“Fuck!”
Cal shouts as he thickens and comes inside me.
I feel his release and the warmth of his seed filling me.
He collapses on top of me, and I push out a breath.
He tries to pull free, but his knee misses the edge of the couch. Before I know it, he’s rolling off the side.
I let out a surprised yell as we crash onto the floor.
He pulls me with him, but I land on top of his hard chest.
He wraps his arms around me, and a breathless laugh escapes my lips.
Cal looks at me like he’s never seen anything like me before.
Like I’m a piece of priceless art.
“What’s that look?” I ask gently.
He uses both hands to push my hair behind my ears before kissing my swollen lips.
“You’re just amazing,” he admits.
The light dancing in his eyes almost makes me believe him.
I try to lighten the mood.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
His smile tightens slightly, but the expression quickly disappears.
What was that look?
“Thank you for that,” I say, feeling a little embarrassed now.
“For letting you booty-call me?”
“Jesus. Yeah, I really did come here to yell at you, you know.”
His smile is all-knowing.
“I know.”
“Are you sleeping over?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Not a chance.”
I roll off his hard body.
“You’re going to miss one hell of a wake-up call.”
I freeze while reaching for my dress and look back at him.
“Breakfast in bed already?” I ask dramatically.
“For me,” he replies with a devilish grin.
I roll my eyes as I pull on my dress.
I reach for my panties, but he snatches them from the floor before I can grab them.
“Hey, give those back.”
I try to take them from him, but he raises them above his head like a child.
I glare.
I’m not about to jump for my panties.
The dick.
“Consider them payment.” He smirks.
I give him a confused look.
“What are you going to do with them, you freak?”
“Jerk off with them in the morning, most likely.”
Oh my God.
It’s half hot, half disturbing.
He steps into my space and crowds me against the living room wall.
“So, while you’re waking up alone and touching that hot pussy, I want you to picture me over here fucking my fist with your panties wrapped around my hand.”
My mouth falls open.
“God, you’re disturbing.”
“I think you like it.”
He licks up the side of my cheek before biting my ear, then pushes me toward the door.
I stumble slightly, caught off guard by his sex-god nonsense.
I reach the door and feel his stare burning into me.
I turn to look at him one last time.
His eyes rake over my thoroughly ravished body.
“Good night, Sloane. Sleep well, baby.”
I stare at him, picturing everything he just described.
Then I walk through the door without another word.
I already know that’s exactly what I’ll be doing in the morning.