Chapter 6
Blake
Calla doesn’t even give me a two second warning before her small hand is reaching out to touch my cock, holding the base steady and licking a long stripe up the underside.
I jolt at her warm, wet touch, my hips rising from the mattress, chasing the pleasure she’s eliciting.
My lungs burn as I hold my breath, Calla’s lips wrapping around my tip, loudly slurping up the precum beading there.
"Shit, Calla." I try to hold back my groan and fail, my hands coming up to gather her blonde hair into a makeshift ponytail at the nape of her neck.
Swallowing down another two inches of me, Calla moans happily, blinking up at me with her big doe eyes, her mouth full of my cock.
The base of my spine tingles, balls tightening already, at the fucking sight of her.
Christ.
Calla’s heavy tits sway with the movement of her head, her free hand knocking mine away, replacing it with her own. I shove the waistband of my jeans and boxers down past my arse, giving Calla the room to play she obviously so desperately wants.
My stomach muscles ripple when her right hand sneaks between us to cup my balls, rolling the sensitive skin there until I have to bite down on my own knuckles, leaving toothmarks behind.
A wet pop sounds throughout the room as Calla pulls off from my cock, a silver string of saliva connecting the two of us before it snaps.
“Don’t hide it,” she says, causing my brow to furrow in confusion. Hide what? “I want to hear you. To hear how good I’m making you feel.”
I squeeze my eyes shut tight at Calla’s words.
God, this woman…
I swear she’s trying to kill me with her tongue, and so far, she’s succeeding.
“You don’t want me to be quiet do you, when you’ve got your fingers in my pussy?”
“Calla…” I grit out a warning, silver spots bursting across the backs of my eyelids.
Regardless, Calla doesn’t heed my warning. Not that I really expected her to. “Well then, it’s a two-way street, Blake. I want to know when I’m doing something you like. I don’t want you to be quiet.”
As if that’s the end of our discussion – if you could even call it that – Calla wraps her lips back around my cock, swallowing me down even further than before. I rip open my eyes to watch her, tightening the grip on her hair until the soft strands are locked around my fist.
“Blink once if you like that.” I give her skull a little tug to show her exactly what I mean.
Calla widens her eyes and blinks once and a rush of endorphins run through me.
“Good,” I groan out, feeling her slight fingertips massage around the thin barrier of skin just behind my balls. “Do you like being told what to do, Calla? Blink once for yes. Tap my thigh twice for no.”
She twists her other hand around the base of my cock, blinking once again, over exaggeratedly, so there’s no way I can miss her consent.
“Finish sucking me off, then. Put that little trouble-making mouth of yours to work, Calla.”
Grinning around my flesh, Calla doubles down on her efforts.
The wet slurping sounds of her mouth ricochet from my walls, the palm of her hand roughly twisting the base of my cock and her deft fingertips cupping my balls, pulling noises from deep down in my chest. Liquid heat runs through my veins – the feeling dangerously addictive.
It erases all other thoughts and what-ifs from my mind, replacing them with one singular goal.
Holding Calla’s hair in one fist, I reach down between us with my other hand.
I cup her heavy breast, roughly kneading the flesh there, one and then the other, plucking at her hard nipples until she moans.
The sound vibrates across my cock, sending shock waves of pleasure, tightening the base of my spine, my lower abs.
I’m not going to last much longer.
Clenching my teeth, I just barely keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my skull.
Planting my feet firmly on the floor, I press upwards through my quads, until I’m towering above Calla.
In this position, I have the upper hand, allowing me to place either of my large hands on the side of her head, thumbs caressing her sweaty temples and keep her still while I thrust my hips forward.
Calla gurgles, her throat constricting around me rapidly, saliva beginning to drip from the corners of her mouth.
But she doesn’t pull back or tap my thigh to make me stop.
I pull back, hissing at the way Calla swipes the tip of her tongue around my fat head, dipping between the sensitive fold of my flesh, before I surge back into her wet hole.
Feeling my cock begin to swell, I gently tap the top of Calla’s head, warning her.
“I’m gonna—I’m close…” I grit out. “If you don’t wanna—pull back—”
The rest of my train of through trails off as I coat Calla’s awaiting tongue with ribbon after ribbon of my release.
When I finally regain feeling in my legs and peel open my heavy eyes, it’s to find Calla still sitting on the floor, hands folded demurely in her lap.
But the innocent look on her face is quickly erased when Calla parts her freshly fucked lips, showcasing the mess I’ve made of her mouth.
A drop falls, trailing down her chin, but she catches the rest, her throat working as she swallows audibly.
I swear my brain melts at that exact moment, spilling out of my ears.
Without another thought, I pull Calla to standing by her arms, taking her mouth for my own. I swallow down the taste of myself on her tongue, only pulling back to kick off my jeans and yank my half open button down over my head, vehemently ignoring the pop of a stitch tearing.
“Better.” Calla hums, drawing her soft fingertips over my exposed abdomen, tracing the dips and divots adorning my muscle, all the way down my Adonis belt, to—
A hiss escapes me as I lock my fingers around Calla’s slight wrist, stopping her an inch or so away from squeezing the sensitive flesh of my slightly soft cock.
Those plump lips of hers form an unhappy pout, as if I’ve taken away her rights to her favourite toy, only curling up into a smirk when I appease her by tangling my tongue alongside hers.
Moulding my hands to Calla’s shapely hips, I drag us both back down onto the edge of the bed, wrapping a supportive arm around her lower back so she doesn’t get lost in the sheets and draping her legs over mine.
She spreads her thighs without me even needing to ask as I slide my palm down her stomach, brushing my thumb affectionally from one thigh crease, along her bare mons and to the other side.
“Blake—shit.” Calla’s hips rise to meet my hand, chasing the featherlike pressure I’m drip feeding her.
“Mmm,” I hum into her flesh as I bend my head, taking a nipple into my mouth, laving the puckered bud with the tip of my tongue.
“We should—we should—” Calla pants beneath me, my cock thickening at the feel of her tight arse grazing my groin. “To—ah.”
I part her sticky folds with my thick middle and ring finger, dipping into her warm, wet heat, while my thumb gently pulls the hood of her clit back to expose her sweet spot.
Her heartbeat pulses beneath my fingertips, slick gathering at the bulges of my knuckles until I can easily slide in one digit and then the other without the slightest resistance.
Calla writhes on my lap, her lips inches away from mine but never quite touching. Instead, she parts her lips, small puffs of air slipping out as she moans and whimpers with each press of my fingers.
Pulling back from her puffy nipple, I whisper deep into the shell of Calla’s ear, “This what you wanted? Hm?”
She nods, her eyes squeezing tight when I hit that spongy spot inside her. A fresh wave of desire coats my fingers, dripping down to my palm, the wet squelching sounds of Calla’s pussy echoing from the walls.
“Is this all for me, sweet girl?”
A bob of her head. A reposition of her small fingers gripping the muscular ball of my shoulder. A scratch of her nails across my flesh.
“Answer me, Calla.”
“Yes.” She peels open her eyes to gaze at me through watery lashes, some of which is smearing black makeup at the corners. “It’s all for you.”
I kiss her skin in reward, nibbling around her tits and leaving a score of red marks behind, while my fingers work overtime between Calla’s thighs.
Calla dips her head to hide in the junction between my neck and my shoulder, imprinting the noise of her ecstasy into my skin. I close my eyes for a heartbeat to savour the helpless sounds pouring from my lips; profanities and my name sliding from her tongue like sweet honey.
“I’m close—mhm.” Calla’s voice hitches. “D-don’t stop.”
“You couldn’t pay me enough to stop finger fucking this sloppy little pussy,” I mutter, grinning into her sweet perfume scented skin with every squeal escaping her.
I press my thumb a little harder against her bud; her flesh so slippery I almost miss my mark.
“You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock, Calla.
Spread out and pinned down to my bed. Tits bouncing.
I can’t fucking wait to slide inside you, to feel you tight and wet and—”
Calla shatters beneath my fingers. Her body convulses, nails ripping into the flesh of my upper back. I think I hear a scream on her lips, but all I can focus on is the wetness gushing from her slit, coating my fingers, our legs, the bedspread beneath me. Even the fucking floor.
Christ.
Did she just squirt?
I keep my fingers moving slowly between Calla’s thighs, drawing out her orgasm for as long as she’ll let me before she reaches down and shoves my hand away.
Instinctively, I put my fingers in my mouth, licking up the taste of her, without wasting a drop.
I groan when my cock kicks, fully hard again now after that little show, begging to slip inside Calla’s wet heat.
I’m sure she can feel me pressing up against the back of her thigh, the bottom-most-heavy curve of her arse.
But I manage to bite back my need.
For now.