24. Callie #3
“Ah, ah, eyes on me, Heartthrob.” Mason’s eyes fly open, his mouth dropping in greedy awe. “I want you to watch as I make a mess of your pretty cock.”
I lean down and swipe my tongue over his head, circling the barbell. Mason fists the sheets as he whimpers and watches me do it again.
“Mmmm, good boy,” I say, wrapping my hand around him and pumping slow from his base to his tip.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he hisses.
I take my time, just as he did with me. Teasing over the sensitive areas and alternating between flicking my tongue over his piercing and kissing up and down his length.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” I say before I gently take him into my mouth.
Mason releases a long, gratifying moan as he sits up. His thighs tremble, as I ease down his length and back up slowly, circling his piercing before I take him deep again.
“Fuck, Callie,” he pants. “It’s so good.”
Wetness gathers between my legs, and I rub them together, seeking relief from the friction as I continue to take him in my mouth.
His moans and sighs only grow louder, bringing me to the brink of another release, so I bring my free hand between my legs, rubbing slow circles on my clit. I groan around his length as I get myself off, too.
“Are you touching yourself while you suck my cock?” he asks, breath ending on a shiver.
I hum my approval as I start to rub harder.
“Come here,” he groans out.
I gently ease off his length, trying to be careful of his piercing, although everything I did seemed to be met with enthusiastic approval.
“Don’t you want to finish?” I ask, sitting up. His hands reach for me, gently gripping my waist as he pulls me over him.
“I want to come with you.” He kisses me, thumbs caressing over my ribs. “I have condoms this time. After yesterday, I never want to be unprepared around you.”
“Where?” I ask, kissing him back.
“Back pocket of my pants.” I climb off him, finding where his pants were tossed aside earlier, and retrieve a foil packet.
I hold it up between two fingers, striding back over to the bed. He leans forward as soon as I’m back within his reach, catching me behind my back and hoisting me over his lap.
“Are you sure you’re ready? I didn’t come here expecting anything—I hoped for it, definitely—but I also didn’t think I could be that lucky.”
“I’ve read the first time after birth can be painful.” I hand him the condom. “Go slow with me?”
Mason takes the condom, his other hand still wrapped around my back. “I’ll do anything for you.”
I nod, encouraging him to continue, but he pauses, gripping my chin gently.
“Words, Callie baby. Remind me I’m not dreaming.”
I cup his cheeks, brushing my thumbs over his jaw. “I want this. I want you.”
He kisses me, then brings the condom to his teeth, tearing open the packet. I lean back, giving him room to get it on, my heart free-falling to my stomach as this all becomes real.
Mason’s eyes bore into mine as he holds my waist, guiding me up to hover just above him.
“You control how this goes,” he says, just as his tip finds my entrance.
I nod, pinning my bottom lip with my teeth as I rotate my hips and ease over his length. His mouth drops open as I slowly take him all the way in, his thick cock hitting every sensitive spot inside.
Tentatively, I move my hips, rolling forward and back. My head drops when I feel his piercing hit my G-spot.
“Oh, Mason,” I gasp. “The piercing.”
“Is it good?” His hips gently meet mine, not taking over but helping me chase what I need.
I place one hand on his shoulder, the other behind me on his thigh as I grind. “You feel amazing.”
“Look at me,” he gasps.
His cheeks are flushed, his mouth slightly parted as he leans back on one hand, while the other braces around my lower back.
I can feel him so deep like this. Deep in my body, in my soul.
We stare into each other’s eyes as we crash together, the room brimming with approving sighs and devastating heat.
He leans forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and my eyes roll back as that tingle returns from the first time. That same delicious pinch of pressure as Mason’s tongue flicks over the pebbled bud.
“Fuck. Yes,” I hiss as my other nipple stings in commiseration before a single bead of milk drips out.
I whimper as my movements pick up speed. Mason shifts to the other side, licking up the trail of milk, and I feel my pussy squeeze.
“I’m so close,” I cry as everything in me pulls tight on the brink of detonation.
Mason pulls away from my breast to capture my mouth instead. I move my hands to cup his cheeks as my hips become frantic and messy.
He wraps both arms around me, so tight it’s consuming, it’s unyielding, it’s the way someone holds you like they’ll never let you go, and that’s when I come.
My eyes sting with the intensity and the sheer beauty.
Mason sighs my name like a fractured plea as I feel him still and then pulse inside me. His hands rub up and down my spine as we each catch our breath. He kisses my temple, and my arms cling to his neck. And now I know what it feels like to be ruined by someone.
Beautifully and eternally ruined.