24. Callie #2
“I… got my dick pierced.” My eyebrows jump, and my breath sputters. “This will be the first time I’m having sex with it, so it might be a bit of a learning experience on my end.” He chuckles.
The idea of him fucking me over and over until he gets it right has me failing to see a downside to this. The fact that I’m the first one who gets to do this with him fills me with a sense of possession, and just as quickly, jealousy flames the fire. I want to be the only one.
But that’s not something to worry about now. I just want to stay in this moment.
“I’m happy to help you figure it out.” I smile, bringing my lips back to his.
Mason takes over, greedily taking my mouth as his fingertips dig into my sides until he reaches the waistband of my shorts and underwear and pulls them down my legs.
His eyes roam my lower half, and his fingers trace the skin around the scar from my C-section.
I’m proud of my scar, a neat line, low on my abdomen, a permanent badge of honour for bringing my daughter into the world.
“Tell me you weren’t alone,” Mason whispers, eyes flicking to mine briefly before dipping back down to my stomach.
“I wasn’t alone.” I shake my head, my swallow filling the otherwise quiet room. Westley was there during Navie’s birth, Caspian arriving during my last hour of labour.
“Good.” Mason leans down, pressing a kiss to my scar, then shuffles back until he’s kneeling between my open thighs.
“Fuck.” He shakes his head. “I’m gonna have to grow some stamina when it comes to you. You’re so beautiful, I think I could come just looking at you.”
“That sounds like a fun theory to test,” I say, biting my lip as I draw a foot up the deep grooves on his stomach to his chest.
Mason catches my ankle and brings it to his mouth, pressing a kiss just above the bone. “I’d rather eat your pussy until I learn.”
I grip the sheets as I squirm under his studious gaze. “You drive a hard bargain, but I guess we can do it your way.”
He steps off the end of the bed and slowly unzips his jeans, then pushes them down his thighs. I lean up on my elbows, watching as he steps out of them. My pussy throbs as my eyes zero in on the outline of his hard cock through his grey boxer briefs.
I force myself to take a deep breath when his hands move to his underwear, and suddenly, he’s standing before me, naked. Long, hard, and pierced, Mason Heart is gorgeous.
I’ve never been with someone pierced, never really gave it much thought. The silver barbell through the top and underside of the head of his cock is the most erotically pleasing thing I’ve ever seen.
Mason kneels on the bed, and my legs fall open again, welcoming him between them, but he doesn’t rest on top of me. He lowers to his stomach, shoulders wedging their way under my thighs as he looks up at me with a hungry grin.
“Did you like when I did this yesterday?” The breath that escapes with his words ghosts over my exposed centre, making me shiver.
I swallow. “Yes.”
“Good,” he says, darting his tongue out to make one long, slow swipe from my opening to my clit.
My eyes fall shut as my head drops back between my shoulders.
“Eyes on me, Callie baby,” he commands as his hands push down on my knees, spreading me wider. “I want you to watch as I make your pretty pussy weep for me.”
I look up just in time to see him suction his mouth over my clit. My stomach coils tight as he flicks his tongue slowly. He explores all around my pussy with gentle kisses, little nips of his teeth and teasing caresses until I am a needy, weeping mess for him.
I moan when he presses a finger to my entrance, not venturing all the way in yet, just making small circles. I hold one hand to the back of his head as I thrust my hips to chase more.
“That’s it, Callie,” Mason says, pulling back to spit over my clit. My body quivers and my breath trembles. “Fuck this greedy little pussy on my tongue.”
I press myself faster and harder against his face, earning a rough groan. Mason shifts onto his knees so he can reach for his cock. I see him squeeze the base, just as a bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip.
“Oh, Mason,” I sigh. “Oh god, I’m gonna come.”
He spits on me again, keeping me wet as his mouth brings me to the peak. I can’t last a moment longer before falling to the pillows and fighting for breath as my orgasm unleashes.
Mason places soothing kisses against my pulsing core, my body jolting with every touch.
He doesn’t move from his place between my legs; he holds my waist firmly in his big, warm hands and lets me relax under his lips.
After a few minutes of his dedicated attention, it has the opposite effect.
My heart is back to pounding, the blood in my veins overheating, and my pussy clenches for more.
“Let me have a taste now,” I whisper.
Mason looks up at me, pressing a final kiss to my clit, and then on his hands and knees, he brings himself over my body.
“Open up,” he says, holding his fingers to my mouth.
“I meant of you.”
His jaw clenches and his chest heaves, but he doesn’t say or do anything more, so I open my mouth and slowly stick my tongue out.
Mason’s face looks like pleasure and pain, and he drags his fingers over my tongue, letting me taste the salty tang of my release.
“Good girl,” he says, then licks my tongue, stealing the taste right back.
“Mason.” My toes curl against the sheets. “If your mission is to make me completely ruined by you—” I push against his chest until his back falls to the mattress, and I throw a leg over his middle. “Then keep doing things like that.”
“Noted.” He smirks, then puts the same fingers into his mouth and sucks.
“Let’s see if you can handle it back.” I shift down his legs, kneeling between his thighs, and run my fingers down the centre of his abs, over the deep V pointing straight to his rock-hard cock.
“But I was ruined by you from the moment we met.”
“You can’t be sweet, and hot, and amazing in bed. It’s not fair to the rest of us.”
He throws an arm behind his head, propping himself up to watch me with a grin. “Feel free to put me in my place.”
I raise an eyebrow at him as I let my hand roam further, grazing my fingertips along his hard length.
Just that one simple touch has him closing his eyes as he blows out a shuddering breath.