twenty-three #2
“You’re in control. You set the pace and the rhythm. You fuck me however you want,” I tell him, smiling.
The words land, the gears visibly grinding behind his eyes as he processes them.
He’s going to take every ounce of his frustration out on me.
Fuck, I hope so. He could break my dick while riding me as long as he continues to bounce that perky little ass.
“What if I just wanna tease you?” Callisto asks, bracing himself on his hands and lifting his hips up so that only the head of my dick is left inside.
My eyes roll back into my head, and I barely resist the urge to buck up, wanting that tight heat back.
I hiss when he leaves himself there, hovering above me.
I know I asked for this, but it’s so damn hot I’m burning alive.
“If that’s what the princess wants,” I gasp, seeing if the nickname will make Callisto angry and spur him to move.
I grip his hips tightly, marks created beneath the pads of my fingers.
I force myself to loosen the grip. Instead, he rubs his hands up and down his copper toned thighs.
I trace the tattoo again with the pad of my thumb, still in shock that it’s there.
“What does the monster want?” Callisto asks, and my heart skips a beat at the mention of that word.
He looks at me, a challenge twinkling in his green eyes.
My mind goes back to the shower stall as I begged him to call me a monster, to call me what I am.
He has used that word to describe me before, but in the shower he didn’t.
He refused, until now, but there was almost a playfulness to his tone. It's a test. One I didn’t study for.
“This is a tale about the beauty. Not the beast,” I finally respond as he traces the tattoos on my chest.
He seems to like the script tattoo, his long fingers ghosting over the letters every few seconds before they start back at the beginning.
It would be relaxing if my dick wasn’t throbbing as Callisto continues to hover above me, barely leaving any of me inside him.
“The beast gets a happy ending as well, right?”
Callisto asks. The playful tone attached to the end of each letter is a direct contrast to the slow seduction each word is coated in.
The letters themselves are sticking to my skin, sweet and thick, like a tattoo with ink made of honey, imprinted into my skin with an enchanted needle.
“I hope.” Sadness is woven throughout my phrase.
Callisto smiles down at me, and then I forget every single thing we had just said.
Jesus fucking Christ, I even forget my name as he lowers himself on my dick until he’s firmly seated.
He pauses, tracing a scar on my left bicep.
I have scars all over my body from years of abuse.
“He does. He becomes a man, and he’s happy. Turns out the beast was human all along,” Callisto says, and it feels like more than the recounting of a fairytale, however I barely hear the words.
White hot jolts of pleasure rock my system, each one stronger than the last.
He is grinding; it shouldn’t be life changing.
It shouldn’t shatter my world, but all I can do is hang on to the scattered pieces as they make their way through the galaxy to become stardust.
“Then that’s what the monster wants. He wants to be human,” I finally respond, through gritted teeth, as pleasure continues to break the bonds of my very DNA, collapsing the structure to nothing but smoldering ashes.
Every molecule in my body is on fire, tiny volcanoes taking over on a microscopic level.
Callisto leans down, continuing the slow grind of his hips. His pretty red lips are only inches away from me as he looks deeply into my eyes. The ends of his curls glow in the low light, like I would imagine the halo atop an angel’s head would glow, if I believed in those sorts of things.
“He already is,” Callisto whispers, each word ghosting over my lips like a physical entity. I don't have a moment to think before his lips are crashing down on mine, capturing them in a kiss that adds more heat to the already burning atoms that make up my body.
“Callisto. Fuck. Oh my god. Fuck,” I get out between labored breaths as he continues the grind of his hips, his rhythm much faster now.
If he hadn’t admitted this was his first time being on top, I would have never guessed it.
his natural body rhythm is made for sex.
He knows how to move, and all I can do is hang on and pray that the pieces of my jagged existence somehow land among the stars when all of this is over.
“Not gonna last long,” Callisto warns, and I am right there with him.
My dick is seconds from exploding, but I want to get him there first.
When I reach between our bodies, he sits up on his haunches, changing his movements.
He no longer grinds, instead electing to impale himself on my dick every few seconds.
The alteration has my eyes rolling back in my head and my hand forgetting everything it was about to do.
“Just like that, Callisto. Oh fuck. Feels so good on my dick. So good, Princess. Shit,” I ramble, and Callisto screams when my hand finally wraps around his dick.
I make quick work of thumbing at the moisture that has gathered at the tip, helping with the glide as I stroke his hard shaft.
I match my rhythm to the punishing beat of his hips as he pounds down onto me, taking exactly what he needs.
I must be hitting his spot every time because his hole actually tightens around my dick when it happens. It’s bliss.
“Leone, please. Please. Bisogno. Oh god. Fu- Per favore. Right there. Just like that. Non fermarti. Oh my god. Gonna,” Callisto moans, words coming out much faster than I have ever heard.
I don’t even care about my previous goal of wanting him to forget himself.
My only goal now is to make him come before I do, and I am dangerously close to my own orgasm.
The muscles in my thighs twitch in warning.
“Come on, Princess. Come for me. Wanna taste it,” I say, and his eyes widen at that.
He comes a moment later. His hips stalling as jet after jet of hot cum lands on my chest and stomach, branding me.
I don't care that Callisto has stopped moving because his hole is squeezing my dick with each release, begging me to come, too.
I hold off, wanting to see his bliss. His whole body shakes with his orgasm, eyes going wide for a split second before they close in relief.
Callisto’s eyes pop back open when my fingers swipe through his cum.
It is warm and sticky, and I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to taste it.
He watches with wide eyes as I glide my own fingers into my mouth, licking the cum off of them slowly before pushing them the rest of the way in.
It’s a mixture of bitter and sweet, like salt sprinkled on a watermelon during a hot summer day.
I moan, closing my eyes for a second. When I open them, his mouth is gaped open in shock, so I do it again.
“Fuck,” Callisto moans, leaning down on his elbows and fucking himself on my dick hard and fast.
I don't even think about the fact that he finally cussed.
He lost his filter, and I’m not even smiling.
I’m too busy coming undone at the seams.
Nothing will be able to keep me together after this, and I will never ever be the same.
He kisses me, tasting himself on my tongue.
We continue our sloppy kisses as his hips bring me closer and closer to the edge.
“Close,” I get out between kisses, one hand tangled in Callisto’s curls while the other is resting on his ass as he impales himself again and again.
He must be oversensitive by now, having just come, but he keeps going.
My fingers grip him, holding on for dear life as I am finally flung into the universe, sailing into some dark abyss where I hope nothing will find me.
Instead, galaxies of long forgotten worlds collide before my eyes as he works me through my orgasm, one shallow thrust at a time.
When I finish, Callisto collapses on top of me, what’s left of his cum smearing between us.
We’re both breathing heavily, the moment dangling on a fraying string.
We are braced, waiting to crash. For reality to check us back into existence.
For me, it comes with remembering that he won’t be in my life any longer than absolutely necessary.
As soon as Callisto’s parents pay his ransom, he will go back to them. He will go back to his life of luxury. He will go back to fancy hotel rooms with their mini bars. He will travel in expensive cars or private planes where he will drink the best champagne and forget he ever met someone like me.
While Callisto immerses himself in that lifestyle, I will still be here, living the same life I always have.
The life that he became a part of, even if it was only for a brief amount of time.
It won't be as easy for me to forget he when he already looks like he belongs in my house.
I push that thought from my mind, refusing to think about it tonight. I’ve had enough melancholy for one day.
I hiss when he slowly pushes himself off, my soft dick slipping out.
He rolls to the side, making no move to leave, and I’m ridiculously thankful.
I take off the condom, tying it off and throwing it in the garbage can.
I don't want to move, and Callisto seems to be on the same page, his body starfished next to me in the king-sized bed.
I grab a random item of clothing from the floor, wiping off both of our chests.
I turn off the lamp, leaning over Callisto’s body to turn off the one on the other nightstand.
With the room in complete darkness, I start to go back to my side of the bed but am stopped by two strong arms.
he doesn’t say anything as he pulls me to him, and I go willingly.
I lay on his chest, warm under the covers, listening to his heartbeat, the gentle cadence of his breathing making my eyes heavy.
I’m glad we aren’t talking. I am tired of talking. I want to lie with Callisto.
I am safe for the first time since I was a young child.
The sheer weight of how unsafe I truly was before crashes over me only now, as this long-forgotten sensation wraps around my body, a heavy, warm blanket.
Just like a home, sometimes safety isn’t in a place but in a person.
It’s in arms that you feel. A smile that you taste.
Eyes that you see. Skin that you smell. A heartbeat that you hear.
It may only be for a short time, but I am safe.