Callan #2
A whine escaping, she wraps her hand around my neck, her arching back making my balls ache. “I think I like this kind of punishment.”
I dip two fingers into her hot center before bringing them to my mouth and sucking them. “Me, too.”
The scent of her pulls me back to weeks earlier, and my body rebels against the promise I made, my cock burrowing deeper and deeper into the groove between her ass cheeks, the tip pounding into her spine as my hips move of their own accord, seeking friction—release.
“Fuck, Callan. You can’t make that face when you do that.” Charlotte swallows deeply as her gaze stays locked on my fingers. “I’m going to come from that alone.”
“Do it.” I dip into her wet pussy, the walls already starting to flutter around me.
“Just like that. You’re almost there. Put us both out of our misery, Princess.
” I continue to move, the hot water pounding against my back as I work my fingers in and out of her.
Her hand snakes up her stomach and finds the weight of her free breast, palming it before lightly tweaking the nipple.
“Oh,” she moans. “I’ve needed this so badly.”
Unable to resist, I turn her slightly toward me, letting go of her nipple and pushing her hand out of the way, only to replace it with my mouth. I suck the bud in, laving it with my tongue.
Her hands wrap around my head, her fingers digging into my hair as she arches further into my ministrations. “Yes, Callan. Yes. Like that.”
I curl my fingers inside her, rubbing against the ridged part of her front wall.
“Oh yes. That. Yes. Do that a—”
I bite down on her nipple as I fulfill her request, and she tightens around me, her body going stiff as she gasps.
My dick becomes almost painful with the need to be inside her, but I help her ride out the orgasm slowly with my tongue and my fingers.
She’s a goddamn masterpiece, and I take a moment to truly appreciate the goddess in my arms. Her head thrown back, her pussy still convulsing around me, it feels like winning the biggest game of my life, plus finding out I was named MVP all at the same time.
And somehow that doesn’t even equate with the joy running through me. There is something about being with Charlotte that is more than anything I’ve felt before. Something I’m not sure I could name, even if given a thesaurus and a million years.
After what could be minutes or moments, Charlotte stills, slowly turning in my arms before nuzzling into my chest. I pull her tighter to me as I bend down and place a light kiss on her nose.
She looks at me with a smile that is half content, half devious. “I fulfilled my end of the bargain, Ball Boy. Are you finally going to let me ride your cock, or are you saving it for a rainy day?”
A laugh breaks free from my chest, something that has never happened during sex before. Turns out, when you genuinely like the person you’re fooling around with, sex can be fun in a way that has always felt out of my grasp.
I kiss her forehead this time, unable to stop touching her. Showing her my affection. “Definitely not waiting, Princess. Let me grab a condom.”
Charlotte squints at me for a moment. “If you’re sure you’re clean, I’ve got an IUD. Though I heard the speech during training camp about never trusting a woman who tells you they’re on birth control. Condoms are smart. Safety first and all that.”
I gently tap under her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“I’m not worried about you tricking me into getting you pregnant, Charlotte.
And I am clean. Like I told you, I haven’t been with anyone since before the concert we allegedly started dating at.
I always have the doctors test me for everything before the season starts.
So, yeah, I’m good. I’m game. If you want… ”
Though, fuck, am I going to go bareback for the first time? And why does my dick like that thought so much?
We stare at each other for a moment before Charlotte pushes onto her toes and presses a kiss against my mouth. “Perfect,” she murmurs. “I didn’t want to wait for you to find one, anyway.”
I tangle my hand in her hair, pulling her lips against mine as my tongue surges into her mouth, exploring, dancing, tasting. She gives it back with enthusiasm, her small hand wrapping around my dick.
“Fuck.” She breaks the kiss. “That’s. Wow. Yup. Yup. That won’t break me. Not at all.”
I snort a laugh, our breath mixing. “You sure know how to make a guy feel good, Princess.”
She glances down at my cock before looking up and whispering, “I’m a little intimidated.”
A full chuckle rumbles from me this time. “I promise you’re ready for me.”
“I’m very petite.”
I kiss her softly. “We’ll make it fit.” Another laugh escapes me. “God, I’ve always wanted to say that. You really are making all my dreams come true, Princess.”
She takes a deep breath, rolling her shoulders as if preparing for battle. “You’re right. I can totally do this. I’m Charlotte fucking Langford. I won’t let one measly dick get the best of me.”
My body feels lighter as I laugh, my heart expanding, like I’ve just learned the meaning of Christmas. “Oh, now it’s a measly di—” I’m cut off by Charlotte pressing her lips against mine, her hands going around my neck. The kiss is hot and demanding, and I give her everything and more.
She lifts a leg around my hip, my cock finally making brief contact with the promised land.
“Fuck, Charlotte.” I slide my hands under her butt, lifting her.
She wraps both legs around my waist as I reach between us, lining myself up with her center.
We both let out deep sighs as I press in, the warmth of her tight around me.
It’s… fucking amazing. And I know Charlotte is the only woman I would ever trust enough to be bare with.
I slowly pull out, my eyes locked on the place where the ridge of my dick is slowly emerging from her.
It’s enough to make my balls constrict, the edges of my vision darkening as my focus narrows.
I shove forward, pulling her into me and groaning deeply as my tip bottoms out in the most deliciously painful of ways.
“That. Right there. So good. That angle is… Yes. That. I’m not sure how your arms aren’t dying holding me like this, but I can assure you this is certainly worth the tile burns if you need to press me up against the wall.”
My hips speed up as Charlotte talks, her voice one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard, her words forcing me closer and closer to the orgasm I’m so desperately chasing and the end I never want to happen.
“Yes, that’s actually a great idea. I need to be caged between you and the wall, my back scraping against the tiles as you pound into me.”
I press a deep kiss to her lips as I take a step toward the wall, making sure to place my arms so that her back does not, in fact, get scraped against the tiles.
“You don’t get hurt, Princess,” I growl. “Now, ride my cock and then come all over it like a good fucking girl.”
“Hit that spot again, and I will do whatever you ask— Oh, yes.” Her head thuds against the wall as she drops it back, and I wish I had a way to protect her.
“Are you okay? Your head…”
She looks me dead in the eye before dropping her gaze to where we’re joined.
Circling her thumb and middle finger around the base of my cock, she squeezes just enough to make me hiss with pain.
Or pleasure. It’s enough to make me trust she isn’t getting hurt.
I shove forward, chasing that feeling building inside me as the water sprays down on us, our bodies locked in a dance that seems to be written specifically for the two of us.
Charlotte tells me all her thoughts. When her words turn to gasps and moans, I reach between us and find her clit again, giving her the pressure I’m quickly learning she needs to find her bliss.
“Come for me, Princess.”
She comes with a muffled scream, and it feels like, for the first time, she’s coming for me, not for herself. It’s at that thought that my dick jerks, spilling cum inside her—a thought that I find deeply arousing and possessive.
Because Charlotte, soaked and filled with my cum? She’s mine.