Chapter 1
The corner of my mouth pulls up into a smirk as I stand at the edge of the bed, eyes trained on Cal while I fist my cock. “Keep going, Little Fawn.”
Two of his fingers continue to drill his asshole, toes curling. “Mac. Fuck. I need more.”
When he goes to grab his cock, I slap his hand away. “No fucking touching.”
He whines, and it only makes me harder, watching as his hips buck to meet his fingers. Cal’s so sensitive to prostate play, he can blow without his cock getting touched.
Love watching it happen.
The corner of my mouth turns up higher, my fist tightening around my length. “Such a needy slut. Your ass is swallowing your fingers like a starved whore.”
“Fuck me, Mac. Please.”
My jaw clenches. Hate when he goes there. Not after what happened last time.
“No.”
When he starts to pull his fingers out, I grab his wrist. “Keep going and don’t stop.”
Cal’s eyes narrow, his Adam’s apple bobs, and he continues even when his breath stutters as if holding back a sob.
If only things didn’t go sideways last time. But I won’t risk it again.
I push his legs open, then lean over him, wrapping my hand around both of our girths.
He loops one leg around my waist as we simultaneously thrust into my tight grip, wetness slipping beneath our fingers.
My gaze travels from his closed eyes to his moaning mouth, then down his torso. Fuck. He’s still thin. He was gone too long.
Should’ve gone after him and dragged his ass back here. But then I wouldn’t have known if he wanted to stay.
Wanted me.
I pushed too hard. Caused him pain. Something I swore I wouldn’t do. Not after that bitch of a sister stabbed herself in the neck and left him all alone.
“Mac?”
I lift my gaze to meet his and I hate that sad, curious look he gets. Definitely like a damn deer. All wide eyed and pleading.
With a snarl, I squeeze harder, jerking us faster. “Keep fingering your ass. Love how wet you sound.”
He groans in response.
I lean down, then bite one of his nipples, flicking my tongue over the hardened bud.
“Hmph . . . Mac . . . so close.”
With my other hand, I rub the place between his balls and asshole, stimulating him from the outside. “Come for me. Show me how much you want me.”
“Fuck . . .” Cal sprays everywhere, decorating my chest as well as his.
I keep jerking, my balls filling to the brim until I follow him over the edge, covering him with cum, even shooting up to his neck.
Releasing us, I drop forward, and my body cages his, my forehead resting against his.
Cal huffs and pushes against my chest. “Let me go clean up.”
