Chapter 6 #2
Up this close, I can see the fast fluttering of her pulse, the way it thrums beneath the thin skin of her neck like a butterfly’s wings. Her chest rises and falls rapidly too, tits heaving, breathing laboured as if she’s just ran the infamous London marathon.
Calla peers down at the wetness covering us both, the proof of her orgasm staining my once light grey coloured blankets a much darker gunmetal shade.
“Sorry,” she croaks, her voice even huskier than usual. Probably from all the screaming. I can’t help but be pretty pleased by that thought. “I should have warned you that we’d need a towel.”
I cradle my hand around her thigh, smearing her cum and my spit into her skin as I peer down at her.
She’s so fucking pretty. Even more so with her heavy-lidded eyes, smeared with dark makeup, a high crimson blush on her cheeks I don’t think is from a rouge pot, strands of hair mussed up and messy from my grip and red raw nipples, puffy and abused from my teeth, tongue and lips.
“Does it happen every time?” I ask.
Calla shakes her head, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she answers.
“Not every time… but most times.” Her eyes fix on mine. “Especially if you know what you’re doing.”
I feel my chest puff up at Calla’s words.
Pushing a lock of hair back behind her ear, I slide my lips against hers, once, twice, three times. The taste of Calla is addicting. She’s like a sugar high; once you get a taste, you just can’t seem to quit.
Nor am I sure I want to…
“Blake,” Calla moans when she begins to get restless on my lap, squirming and shuffling her legs. I knead at her heavy tits to appease her, guessing she’s more than ready for another ride. “I need you.”
“Move further up the bed, then,” I direct her on a puff of air.
While Calla shuffles upwards towards my pillows, I snatch the unopened box of condoms I’d thrown haphazardly on my nightstand in favour of getting my cock sucked.
I rip the hygienic seal off with my teeth, spitting the plastic somewhere onto the floor, ungraciously shoving my fingers inside to pluck out a square foil packet.
I rip that open, too, rolling the condom down over my hard cock, smearing precum down my length, before I climb back onto my bed behind Calla.
She’s balancing herself on her knees, her cheek resting on the pillow I sleep on, arms stretched out above her head.
Reaching out, I run a hand down the entire length of her back; from the nape of her neck to the two divots sitting on just above her arse, on either side of her spine. Calla shivers under my attention, a moan escaping her when I pet at her puffy pussy, smearing her slick over us both.
Pressing the front of my corded thighs to the back of Calla’s much softer ones, I line myself up at her wet entrance, sliding the head of my cock through her folds once, twice, three times.
“You okay?”
“Mhm.” Calla bobs her head. “Please, Blake.”
That sweet plea of hers breaks my paper-thin tether of patience, the one that has me trying to be a gentleman, leaving me to allow my hind brain to take over.
Holding myself steady at the base, I drive my hips forward, filling Calla in one fluid motion. I groan at the tight feel of her surrounding me, the ecstasy rushing through my veins whitening out my vision and stealing my breath.
Calla isn’t fairing much better if the way she swears into my pillow is anything to go by. Her hips stutter, sinking back on me for that last inch, until my pelvis is snug against the soft curve of her shapely arse.
“Feels so good…you feel so fucking good,” she slurs, raising her head to peer back at me with heavy eyes. I can tell it takes all of her energy, in the same way it’s taking all of my energy and willpower not to just rut into her like an animal…
“Tell me how you want it, Calla,” I manage to grit out, moulding my hands to Calla’s hips and squeezing – hard – at the same time as I squeeze my eyes shut tight in an attempt to stave off the familiar tingling sensation starting in my balls and spreading across my low back.
She answers croakily and without hesitation, sending my heart ramming against the protective shell of my ribcage. “Rough.”
Fucking hell…
Clenching my jaw, I hinge at my hips, draping myself over Calla’s smooth back to whisper deep into her ear.
“I can’t promise you that I’ll be a gentleman right now.”
Calla snorts into my pillow, fluttering her walls around me, causing silver stars to burst behind my lids. “I don’t want you to be. I want you to fuck me.”
She punctuates her filthy words with a snap of her hips, pushing backwards until I get the not-so-subtle hint.
“Alright.” I sink my front teeth into the ball of her shoulder, dragging a hiss from between her plump lips, before I root back into original position on my knees. “But don’t say you didn’t beg for this, Calla, when you can’t feel your legs tomorrow.”
“That’s the—fuckkk—plan…nghh.”
I drag my hips backwards, glancing down to watch my condom covered cock shine with Calla’s arousal, leaving just the tip inside her before I drive my hips forward mercilessly.
My heart rams against my ribcage as I set a rough rhythm, closing my eyes to savour the rush of endorphins flowing through me and the edible sounds of Calla moaning beneath me.
She gurgles something I don’t quite catch, too caught up in the pistioning of my hips and feeling Calla clench and grip around me. I have to breathe through my nose, jaw tightly wired shut, to stave off the tingling in my heavy balls.
“Blake…” Calla whimpers. “Holy shit…”
I pant back. “Yeah?”
“Pull my... hair… mmph.”
Her plea gets a little bit lost in the loud echoing of our bodies slapping together, but I catch her drift.
Skimming my right hand along the curve of her Calla’s bowed back, I make a sloppy grab of her thick strands, fisting them in my grip until I can get enough leverage to pull her head back from my pillow.
A string of whimpers pours from Calla’s lips, audible now they’re not muffled, settling my nerves alight.
This woman…
Dipping my gaze to where our bodies are joined, I watch Calla take me, the plump lips of her pussy stretching wide to swallow me whole.
I see the moment she snakes a hand beneath herself, circling her clit.
I feel it too. The movement of her walls fluttering around me even tighter than before, practically milking the cum out of me, her body silently urging me to fill her up.
And even though I know that’s not going to happen, what with the condom I’m wearing, the primal thought still makes my brain whiten out with ecstasy.
“I’m gonna cum—Blake—I’m gonna—”
Calla breaks around me for the second time tonight – this time on my cock rather than my fingers – stealing my breath. Slick drips out of her in a steady stream, pulsing with each time of her heartbeat and the clench and release of her pussy.
It takes everything in me not to spray her walls right back, a pretty combination of the two of us, but I manage to hold back, gripping Calla’s waist and flipping us over, leaving her atop of me, still twitching with tiny aftershocks.
Ignoring the wet spot beneath me, I buck my hips upwards.
Calla peers down at me, her face screwed up with a mixture of confusion and pleasure. “Wha—”
“You told me you wanted to ride me.” I use my hands on her hips to guide her, dragging her up and down the thick length of me. “This is your chance, sweet girl. Take it.”
I see the exact moment Calla hears her own challenge repeated back to her; the smirk on her face tells me everything I need to know.
Lacing her fingertips through mine, she drags them away from her curvy hips, bringing them up past my head. She drapes her torso over mine, the tip of her nose brushing my cheek, while she holds our intertwined hands steady.
Any words sitting on the tip of my tongue die as I feel Calla move, her hips setting a fast rhythm which I know is going to have me blowing my load all too soon.
She knows it, too.
I swear that’s her plan and I’m helpless to stop her. All I can do is strap myself in for the ride.
Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, the image of Calla’s tits bouncing in my face plasters itself behind my lids, just as realistic as the real deal.
I grit my teeth as her warm breath fans over my Cupid’s bow, fraying out my already heightened senses until I can’t hold back a second longer.
Flexing my wrists in Calla’s grip, I tip my head back, my neck and the long column of my throat exposed, letting out a ragged groan.
“That’s it,” Calla coos, still moving atop of me as she feels me coat her walls.
Or, at least, I would, if I wasn’t wearing the fucking condom.
God, I’ve never wished to be bareback inside someone so badly before.
But even in my tipsy state, residual tequila and yeasty beer floating my system, I know that wouldn’t be a good idea.
Balls empty, I slump beneath Calla. Her chest rises and falls just as rapidly as mine, our breathing laboured from our workout. With a hiss, she shifts atop of me, kneeling tall and allowing me to slip out of her while she rolls over to the side.
Regaining some feeling in my legs, I press a kiss to Calla’s sweaty forehead without much thought. “Wait here. I’ll go get us something to clean up with.”
Swinging my legs across the edge of the bed, I pad to the bathroom, sliding the full condom from my cock, tying a knot in the top and throwing it into the waste bin to deal with tomorrow.
I grab a washcloth from the shower, wipe myself down, run it under some warm water and then I head back out to bedroom in search of Calla.
I find her exactly where I left her, star-fishing her way across my bed. Although, I notice as I climb on in beside her, she’s lain my button down upon the wet patch.
“Can I…”
Calla nods her consent wordlessly, kicking her ankles wide and watching as I gently work the damp washcloth up one inner thigh, across her pink, swollen core and down the other thigh.
“I should go pee,” she mutters, eyes blinking slowly, without making an attempt to move.
“Later,” I hear myself say, banding my arm around her waist, scooping her arse to sit in the cradle of my naked thighs. I inhale shakily, the scent of Calla’s coconut-y shampoo wafting across my nostrils. “Just stay right here for another minute.”