“When I got out of bootcamp, I swore I would never wear anything tight on my body ever again,” he said. “The whole being forced to wear tighty-whities thing sucked. In fact, if I had to choose a part of bootcamp that sucked the worst, that was definitely it. I just… I can’t stand the tightness. Sometimes, there are days when I don’t even wear underwear at all.”
I didn’t reply as I watched his cock pop into view.
The barbell through his cockhead caught the light, and I had to physically stop myself from reaching out and touching the barbell with my fingers. Or my tongue.
“Touch it,” he urged, seeing my dilemma.
I tossed his underwear to the floor, then reached out with my fingers to do as he asked.
But he stopped me by saying, “Not your fingers. Your mouth.”
I froze, looking up at him as a shot of awareness started to tingle down the length of my spine.
God, did I mention how hot it was that he was telling me exactly what he wanted me to do?
I bent forward, placing my hands on his knees, and did exactly what he told me to do.
Licking the tip of his cock with just the tip of my tongue, I outlined the head, and then the barbell.
“Good,” he praised. “Now suck the tip into your mouth.”
I did, swirling my tongue over the head.
“Fuck, so good,” he hissed. “Your mouth feels like heaven.”
I’d always wanted to do this. Always wanted to be able to do it.
But just the thought of that thick liquid hitting my mouth always had me backing away, refusing to do it.
But with Callum, I trusted him irrevocably. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the man would pull back. He would stop and make sure that he didn’t get that far.
“Fuck… that mouth,” he grunted, curling his hand behind my head, right above my ear. “You make me want to shove this dick all the way down your throat and choke you on it.”
Those words should not be so hot.
But just the idea of him doing it had me shifting on my knees, trying to stimulate a spot that only he could reach.
“You like that thought?” he asked, fisting my hair instead of cupping my head. “You want me to be down your throat?”
I didn’t know what I wanted, other than I wanted him to do it to me if he wanted to. If that made any sense at all.
He pulled me off his cock before I could do much more thinking on the matter, then stood up before helping me to my feet.
When I was up, he moved me where he wanted me, placing me on my knees in the bed so that he could stand directly behind me.
“Scoot back and then drop your upper body until it’s flat against the bed.” He asked as he smoothed his hand over the globe of my ass.
I scooted back, likely giving him a perfect view of everything that wasn’t meant for the everyday eye, and then dropped down until my aching breasts were smashed against the soft fabric.
“You make me want to do bad things to you,” he growled.
Then he started to line his cock up with my entrance, before pulling back with such a savage curse that I had to turn around and look at him to make sure I didn’t do anything wrong.
When I did, I saw him frantically going through his pants.
He came back up with the same string of condoms I’d stolen from Lindy’s purse yesterday.
“Need to get you on birth control for sure,” he muttered gutturally. “I want to fuck you. I want to do it bare. And I want to fill you so full of my come, every single day, that you never don’t have me inside of you.”
I giggled and slowly went back down to my elbows, then farther to my chest.
I heard him opening and sliding on the condom.
Anticipation started to slither up my spine, tingling and excited.
I felt his hands, then his cock, and closed my eyes on a groan. “Please.”
He pushed inside, filling me up in one smooth push.
I groaned as he filled me.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Everything felt perfect.
He waited for me to adjust, his hands gripping and ungripping my hips as he tried to give me the time I needed to become comfortable again.
But I didn’t want comfort with Callum. I wanted what he wanted to give me.
I wiggled my hips, pushing back against him so hard that the curly hairs around his cock pressed against sensitive skin, then said, “Please.”
He took that as I meant it, then started to fuck me in hard, unforgiving thrusts.
I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut, and whispered into the sheets.
“Please, please, please.” I repeated it over and over as he took me.
But eventually, I couldn’t even utter that because I was coming.
And boy, did I come.
Just the idea of not having to think so much when he was giving it to me would’ve usually been enough.
But then Callum was just Callum.
“Oh Jesus, yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”
His thrusts became softer then, more aimed to hit a certain spot, and I saw stars.
Normally, I wasn’t a two-orgasm person.
When I was playing with myself, touching myself exactly where I needed to be touched, I only ever got one out before I had to stop and give myself some time.
And maybe Callum was more aware of my body than I was because he didn’t brutally take me. Didn’t expect me to go fast.
He played my body like his own personal fiddle, and within a few minutes of the soft loving he was giving me, I was once again rising up to meet another orgasm.
“God,” I breathed. “I’m going to come again.”
He smoothed his hand up the length of my back before dropping it down to his cock.
There, he gathered some wetness on his thumb, then brought it up to sweep over my asshole.
Just one sweep and I was seeing stars.
I vaguely heard him crying out behind me, grunting out words of praise, and his utter annoyance at him having to wear a condom.
Then all things were still, and he was holding my hips in a death grip with one hand, while petting me with the other.
“I don’t want you to go,” were his first words after the most intense orgasm of my life.
I didn’t want to leave.
“I wish I had a choice.”
Because I didn’t.
My parents would never forgive me for not coming, and unfortunately, I needed a job to live the kind of life I loved living.
“You could always go with me,” I teased.
He pulled out and disposed of the condom, and I just lay there like a lump on a log—or a lump on an ottoman—while he did.
“I wish I could,” he replied. “But I think my guys might start quitting if I don’t start working again.”
I snickered. “You can hire new ones.”
He chuckled as well. “But new hires are kind of hard to deal with. They don’t know the jobs, or the expectations. And new hire paperwork is a bitch.”
I sighed and rolled over, my eyes going to the man that was standing beside me, looking down at me hungrily. “Then I guess we’ll just have to make the most of this night.”
He bent over and scooped me up, pulling me into his arms like an oversized child.
“Guess I’ll have to,” he teased.
Then he carried me to my bed.
But a flash of light as we moved, and a shift of a shadow, had me placing my hand against Callum’s neck. “I think I saw something. Hold up a second.”