39. Callie Rae
Callie Rae
Brant’s hot lips devour mine, vacuuming a string of mewls from me. My hands curl around his wrists just as his fingers slip through my hair. Then he’s tugging at the roots of my soft waves.
His tongue plunges into my mouth, warm and starving before he dives his hands to the hem of my t-shirt. I punch my arms straight above me, and he’s stripping me in a second before yanking me on my knees.
He wrenches my shorts and underwear down my thighs. Decorating my stomach with love bites as he does. My ass springs free before he slaps a palm to it, and then he’s on his knees to snake a strong arm around my lower back.
I gasp when he lays me into the rumpled sheets. My hands dive to my bunched bottoms just as he rips his sweatpants and boxer briefs off.
Once we’re fully naked, I lay on my side and bend a leg up. My heart thumps beneath my breast bone as my body engulfs in flames. He spoons me from behind, his solid torso fusing to my back as his palm caresses my ass cheek.
I scoop my fingers through my hair, flipping it away before our eyes glue together.
His hard cock nudges my ass as I spread myself to him. My pulse knocks against my throat just as his hazel irises spark with awareness.
I nod, a shaky breath tumbling from my parted lips. I offer the last piece of myself to him. Because if he doesn’t own every crevice of my body, I might as well just toss it away.
I’m his.
All of me.
Forever.
He swallows heavily, lingering on my gaze for a couple breaths. Then he pivots to reach into his nightstand.
The wooden drawer slides open, and he returns with a tube of lubricant. He lays it next to me, his hand grabbing my hip to lay me on my back.
He lifts my palms to place them on my tits. I tweak my taut nipples between my fingers, and he rests his hands on my thighs.
I bite my lip when he lifts and spreads me out. He shuffles his body down before his tongue delivers quick licks to my clit. My blood boils as his fiery breath rushes over me, and he nips and sucks the swollen bundle.
I jolt when he lashes his tongue against my entrance. I settle my cheek into the pillow, arousal pooling from my pussy as I clutch the bed sheets. Then he’s nudging his tongue deeper, wiggling his head until he drags his tongue up my wet seam.
I moan loudly, tipping my head back when he sucks on my clit again. Deep and fast.
Relentless.
His fingers dig into the underside of my thighs as he holds me open. He works his lips quickly, playing with my clit until I feel I might explode on his tongue.
“Brant, I’m gon—”
He peels his mouth away, biting and suckling my inner thigh.
“That’s mean,” I whisper playfully.
His lips carve into a smirk before he licks a long stroke from my entrance to my clit. Long laps until his eyes connect with mine, and his finger touches that forbidden hole.
My belly screws tight as I whimper underneath him. I flutter my eyes closed, the delicious sensation rocking through my core. He presses my knee to my chest, exposing every inch of me as he nudges his digit inside.
My brows knit, and I gently buck myself against him.
A low grumble radiates from his lips, the pad of his finger sinking deeper. “Naughty girl,” he murmurs, whipping a string of quick licks over my clit. “Throwing this hot ass on me.”
I mewl, snatching the bed sheets as I continue to softly rock over his tongue. It’s wicked and filthy, but it’s Brant. I’ll never have too many adventures with him.
If anything, it’ll always be too little.
In the next breath, he peels his mouth from me to straighten on his knees between my legs. He clutches my hip to roll me on my side, smacking a hand to my ass.
I giggle when I lay on my back again, a smirk painted on his face. He grabs the lube beside me, and my fingers find my painfully stiff nipple. I roll it while my inner thighs lather with my arousal. His fingers flick the cap of the lube up, and he squeezes a decent amount of it into his palm.
“Hold your legs open. To your chest,” he rasps.
I swallow thickly, cupping the undersides of my knees. I follow his command, spread-eagled in front of him as he drops the tube of lubricant on the mattress.
Our eyes connect, and he lathers his hard cock. My stare fastens to his glistening shaft, his hand stroking up and down. I gulp tightly when he scoots his knees an inch closer, only to nudge the tip of his thick cock against me.
“Play with your clit. But keep those pretty legs open for me,” he breathes.
I lick my lips, resting two fingers where he said to. I circle them around, my eyes flapping in ecstasy before I sense him shuffling around.
Brant has the lube in his hand again, squeezing some out and directly onto my pussy as I play with myself. My lips part as I feel the cool liquid dribble down the length of me. All his attention funnels to where I’m playing with myself, and he’s guiding himself to my ass again.
It’s a tight pressure, my body locking before it relaxes to invite him in. My brows crinkle when he presses harder, but the lubricant morphs into a warm blanket over me.
I bite my lip on a moan as I massage my clit. The heated liquid ignites tingles along my pussy, and I kick my head back. I’m still holding one leg open, but my other leg falters.
Brant’s hand is already cupping the underside of my thigh to keep it in place. “Stay right here,” he whispers.
My eyes hood as I rub myself, and Brant’s wedging his cock where we want it most.
“Come on, I know you can take me. Let me inside you,” he coaxes. His brows knit as his lips twist in bliss, all of his focus trained between our bodies. “I want to be inside of this ass so bad. So bad, baby.”
My fingers quickly stroke my clit, smearing the warm lube around. His words mellow my nerves, my body loosening before he’s nudging more.
“Can I trust you to stop me if my cock is too much? Huh?”
I nod jaggedly, every pinch of discomfort soothing into a stream of pleasure.
“No, I don’t want a nod, Callie,” he breathes.
“Y-yes,” I hiccup.
“Relax,” he reminds me. He gently glides the tip of his dick up and down in shallow strokes against my ass. The foreign feeling transitions from uncomfortable to tolerable, and I exhale a breath. Unwinding my body just like he says.
I focus on massaging my clit, my eyes locking with his as he applies an ounce of pressure more.
“I’m rolling and heeling like a fucking dog over here,” he whispers. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”
“Take it,” I breathe.
He’s doused in lube, his slick head prodding my puckered hole. I wince, our lips parting in tandem as he sinks a bit deeper, stretching me before halting his movements.
My fingers reflexively halt over my clit, my breath stunted as I tense back up. Brant holds himself in place, his head shaking when he murmurs, “No, don’t stop. You’re doing so good, baby.”
My teeth plunge into my lower lip, biting against the pain as he continues to battle my threshold. He’s so thick. I’m not even sure I can handle anything else, but then he’s nodding. “You’re okay,” he breathes. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just breathe.”
I nod as my eyes glisten with stress, inhaling and exhaling. He pushes another inch, his brows furrowing in ecstasy as I snuggle him so tight.
My brows weave in panic, but my fingers work my slippery clit. I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth of the lubricant and my steady breathing.
I flinch when he gradually inches forward, and then he’s closing the last bit.
My lips seal, eyes squashed shut as he’s idled. His hot lips connect to the valley between my breasts, nipping and kissing their way down my stomach.
The tension is so great, compressing my lungs to the point that a tear nearly pops out. “You’re hurting. I’m going to sto—" Brant says.
I shake my head, hazy eyes greeting him. “No. Don’t stop.” I absently point to my eye when I breathe, “See? No more tears. I can handle it.”
He bites his lip as he settles his untainted fingers on my pussy. They glide in with ease along my arousal and the lube. My eyes flutter through the pleasured waves crashing against my core, all the while he doesn’t move his hips.
“Play with your tits,” he commands. “Both of them.”
I submit, rolling the sharp points between my digits. He fucks me with his fingers, my juices collecting more and more through the deep stimulation.
I’m throbbing around him, clenching his digits just as he slowly pulls from my tight hole. His rhythm is melodic and deliberate, the pace of his fingers electrifying the foreign friction.
The intensity scares the shit out of me, but words glue to the tip of my tongue. My lips part in satisfaction, and Brant reads me like an open book.
His mouth quirks up when his free hand clutches my hip. He lodges his fingers inside me, focusing on gliding my ass over his cock.
The unfamiliar penetration is tighter. More focused as it sends pulses outward. The spasms collide with the stimulation from his fingers, and the ribbon of pleasure wraps into a goddamn bow.
It’s so damn good.
So intense that my body convulses with need under his control.
I decide to play with my clit, and Brant’s gaze lights up. “Yeah, you like when I spoil you like this? Filling all your pretty holes?” he rasps.
I nod shamelessly, the triple sensations knocking against one another.
His chin jerks to the sight of our connection. “Mm, you look like a pretty whore, Callie. Ass wrapped around my cock. Pussy soaking my fingers,” he murmurs.
I’m so full, the friction raveling the knot of the bow snugger. He carefully works me over his cock, the pleasure beginning to radiate and coil in unfamiliar ways.
His hand at my hip guides me more confidently, the tension falling so heavy. I feel as though I’m going to sink to the floor, and the ache amplifies with every stroke to my clit.
My muscles flutter and clutch uncontrollably, the bliss elevating to new heights.
“Yeah, that’s what I want. Good girl,” he taunts, slipping his fingers out of me. “That’s my fucking girl.”
The orgasm climbs, crawling up me at a rapid speed. My eyes hood, lips parting in oblivion as my entire body braces for an unknown impact.
I clutch under my knees, holding myself open as he begins to thrust inside me with ease. He’s still guiding my hip, but it’s a dual effort now.
All my focus is concentrating on snatching this newfound pleasure. Fear and excitement weave together at my core, and I almost shake my head at Brant.
A crooked smile lands on his mouth as he nods his head in challenge. “Yes. Don’t be shy.” I absently wag my head, only for him to rebuttal again. “Yes, baby. Do it. Come on.”
He gradually accelerates the pumps of his cock. My hands clutch the undersides of my knees, my gaze locked on his starving one.
I whimper just as his hips sweetly rock into me. He splays a hand on my lower belly, flicking my clit at lightning speed with his thumb.
My face tenses, and a rolling wave rumbles from deep inside. I’m clutching the undersides of my thighs, white knuckling as he plunges in and out of me. Hot and deep.
Not too slow.
Not too fast.
Perfect.
“Yes, Cal, yes,” he pants, leaning over me. His breath frays with withering self-control, and I release my legs to cradle his face in my palms. I crash our lips together, holding myself wide open as he fucks me like this for the first time.
My tongue strokes his in a frenzy, and I feel so deliciously full of him. I tip my head back, sinking into the wrinkled sheets as I prepare for him to wreck me to microscopic pieces.
“Oh, fuck yes. Show it to me, baby,” he rasps. “Let me feel it so I can come in this hot, little ass.”
His last words unravel me at the seam.
My ass squeezes around him, the pressure so tremendous that every pocket of my body jangles. A breath hitches as my thighs quake, white-hot light flooding my vision as the orgasm pulsates through me. In long and languid waves.
Each ripple strengthens from the last. The stretching of the pleasure leaves me gasping for air as I barely hold myself together.
But my climax doesn’t have mercy on me.
It just keeps rolling.
And rolling.
And rolling.
It’s unbearable but utter paradise.
Ropes of his hot cum jet inside me. His thick cock spasms, his hard and hot body leaning over me as he plants his forehead in the crook of my neck.
Strangled curses and grunts slap to my skin through his dense breath. His climax rips through him as he tangles his fingers in my hair. Intense jolts spark through his chest, and he curls his digits snuggly.
He unloads the rest of himself into me, and we heave against each other for what feels like an eternity.
His nose brushes mine in leisurely strokes as we descend from the pinnacle. As our breaths tangle, the euphoric cloud orbits us across a few silent beats. Before he carefully slips out.
I whine when his tip peels from me, and Brant’s pulling back so he can investigate the scene. His hand rests on my butt cheek, and my palms immediately plant over my face.
I feel his warm cum spill from me, and I know his arrogant self is admiring it. “Stop it,” I mumble, my cheeks scorching with heat.
My leg attempts to unbend, but he locks me in place. “Callie, honestly, you should see yourself. I don’t think you’ve ever looked more stunning.”
His tone is smug, amusement lining it.
“You’re a moron,” I mutter, bucking my leg.
Still, I’m held hostage.
He brushes his warm lips to my delicate skin, nipping the tender flesh of my ass. I squeak through a tiny giggle, the pinch loosening my embarrassment.
“A moron who just made your ass come,” he whispers. His voice is husky as he trails his parted lips over my rounded flesh. “A moron whose cum is dripping out of it right now.”
I rip my hands from my face, dipping my head to peek at him. His hazel eyes peer up through his lashes, and a smirk is nestled against my thigh.
Eventually, I appreciate the humor swimming in his irises. My eyes trace the way the short hairs atop his head are whisked a tad wildly, and I digress.
“Okay, fine. You win.”
He offers a quick wink, the gesture releasing butterflies.
Because as carnal as our lovemaking is, I know I’ll always be able to challenge my limits with him.
I’ll always be willing to experience something new because I trust him with every cleft of my soul.
I won’t ever have to seek another thrill because he’s all the excitement I’m ever going to need.
Packaged into a beautiful heart.
I got the best of both worlds.
And I’d be the dumbest woman to ever run away from it again.