Chapter Thirty #3
Slipping around her hand, I bring our mouths together again. Dropping some of my weight on her, Calypso’s limbs tangle around me—seeking to be closer still.
“Gorgeous girl,” I say against her lips and kiss her again. “Sexy.” Kiss. “Fiery.” Kiss. “Strong.” Kiss. “Independent.” Kiss. “So fucking perfect.”
“Liam,” she pants, holding me close with both hands on my jaw. “I want you, baby. Right now.”
I turn my head, trying to see if there’s anyone outside. The lights are dim, cloaking us mostly in shadow, and I can’t see anyone on the deck.
I don’t give a fuck if someone sees my ass, and I’m big enough to cover her entire body with mine if I need to.
And if Calypso says she wants me right here and now, I’m going to give her whatever she wants.
“We’ll have to be quick,” I say against her lips, already pushing her knit shorts down. She nods and lifts her hips. I leave her cotton thong on. It’s not much, but at least her pussy won’t be bare if someone walks out.
She quickly unbuttons my shorts and pushes them, along with my boxer-briefs, to my thighs.
“How do you want me, honey?” I ask, brushing my fingers along her slit. She wants foreplay as often as she wants me to ram my thick cock inside of her roughly.
Wanting to get her wetter before any part of me goes inside her, I reach for her clit and Calypso moans.
Her hands slip under my shirt and she claws at my back. “All at once, baby. Rough and quick before we go back to the room.”
There’s an unspoken promise in her words—that there will be more of this once we’re alone.
I circle her clit and nibble on her ear just long enough that she’s soaking from anticipation.
With my hand now wet with her arousal, I line the tip of my cock up to her center and push inside. I tightly hold her hips down and fully sheath myself in one thrust. It’s what she demanded, and from the way her inner walls are already clenching around me, it’s what she needed.
After a few seconds of adjustment, I pump my hips fast and hard. The sounds of her erotic moans and her ass slapping against my thighs are blown away in the wind, only mine to hear. She plays with her clit, and the sight nearly brings me to my peak.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “Fuck—where do you want me to come?”
“My m—oh God, Liam,” she whimpers when I kneel between her legs, changing the angle. “Mouth. Come in my mouth.”
I concentrate on her, now able to fuck her harder and deeper. Her ass is in my hands but her shoulders are still on the cushion. It’s not the most unassuming position but we’re focused more on time rather than privacy.
Calypso’s hand moves from her clit to tease her breast, so I take over. As I’m watching my dick slide in and out of her, while my thumb circles her sensitive spot, I get an idea.
Twisting my hand around, I slip my middle finger inside of her the next time I thrust forward.
Her eyes pop open and she stares up at me, incoherent moans are her only response as her tight pussy gets used to the extra pressure.
The entire time, my thumb continues working her clit, though with much less rhythm.
“Liam—I am so …” Her head falls back in pleasure. “Fuck, baby. I’m full—it hurts.”
She says it in a breathy tone. The same one she uses when she tells me how painfully pleasurable it is when I shove my cock inside of her like I did tonight.
Calypso doesn’t like to be choked or spanked. I’d never suggest we try bondage, at least not if she was the one being tied up. I’d let her try anything with me. She fucking loves being stretched to the brim with my cock, though.
Maybe sometimes more than just my cock.
My hips stutter at the thought as Calypso tightens around me. Her body arches off the daybed as she lets out a silent scream. She comes hard around my length, leaving a mess she’d normally love to clean up.
Thank fuck she does, because between how perfect she feels around me and the thought of how much fun we could have together, I’m following her right over the edge.
As fast as I can, I pull out of her and clumsily grab her hair as she sits up.
Calypso opens her mouth right as the first string of cum shoots out. Catching it on her tongue, she moans and her eyes roll back.
Fuck.
It’s a big load that also gets on her cheek and chin, dripping down to her breasts. There’s a euphoric expression on her face the entire time.
Before I tuck myself back into my pants, we stare at each other for a long moment. If we weren’t on the deck, there’s so much this moment could lead to, but we need to get back to the room first.
I pull my shorts up but before I zip them, I clean up my mess on Calypso’s face. She catches my hand and sucks my arousal off my thumb.
She’s a fucking goddess.
We quickly dress, and she kneels to pull her shorts up the rest of the way. Then I lean down and clean the drop that fell to her chest with my tongue. Her breathing shallows as she fixes her shorts.
“Let’s go to the room,” she demands.
I pull her body against mine and stand. She grabs the whiskey and wraps her legs around me before I turn toward the door. We’re both laughing like teenagers sneaking around and spend the rest of the night lost in each other.