This was the man who wanted to break me.
“You forgot?” he teased, stepping into my space. “Or were you saving it for me?”
“Cal, we have to go,” I deflected, trying to zip the bag.
He caught my wrist. His grip was firm, grounding. “No. We have twenty minutes before lobby call. And you look entirely too composed for a travel day.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide, patting the space of carpet between his boots. “Come here. On your knees.”
Myheart hammered against my ribs. I dropped to my knees between his thighs without hesitation. The submission was automatic.
Cal grabbed my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, and tilted my head back until I was looking up at him. We hadn’t done this in the last two weeks. I wanted to, I wanted him to, but between the exhaustion and Cal turning this into a wicked fucking game, it hadn’t happened.
“Open.”
He leaned forward and spat into my mouth.
I gasped, the shock of it vibrating through me, but I swallowed it instantly. The thick saliva coated my tongue, and the sheer filth of the act made my dick twitch violently in my jeans. I realized instantly that I loved it. I loved being beneath him. I loved that he felt entitled to mark me like this.
He unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down his thighs, springing free. He was hard, heavy, and twitching. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward.
He didn’t wait for me to get ready. He shoved his cock into my mouth, gagging me instantly.
“Take it,” he growled, his hips snapping forward.
He fucked my face. It was rough, rhythmic, and possessive. He gripped my hair, steering me, forcing me to take him deeper than I thought possible. His cock hit the back of my throat, making my eyes water, tears streaming down my cheeks as I tried to accommodate him.
“That’s it,” he praised, his voice rough, looking down at me with dark satisfaction. “Take it deep. You like choking on me, don’t you? You like being used like this.”
I couldn’t answer, only whimper around his girth, my hands clutching his thighs.
“Swallow it,” he ordered, his hips stuttering as he got close. “I want to watch you swallow every fucking drop like a good slut.”
Hegroaned, a guttural sound, and he came down my throat. I swallowed desperately, taking everything he gave me, feeling the warmth slide down my throat, the taste of him filling my senses.
When he pulled back, he was breathless. He wiped a stray line of spit from my lip with his thumb, smearing it across my cheek.
“Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop your pants. Turn around.”
I hesitated, blinking up at him in a daze, wiping my mouth. “Cal, the flight…”
“It’s two hours, Silas,” Cal said, slicking the plug with the lube he’d found in the same pocket. He squeezed a generous amount onto the silicone, the wet sound echoing in the quiet room. “You can handle two hours. You made me wait seven years.”
I stood up, trembling, and shoved my jeans and briefs down to my ankles. I braced my hands on the mattress, presenting myself to him.
He didn’t warn me. He pushed it in.
“Fuck!” I hissed, my back arching as the wide base stretched me open.
“Good,” Cal whispered, bringing his hand down hard on my ass.Smack.
I jumped, a sharp intake of breath hissing through my teeth, but the sting sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. I loved it when he did that. It made me feel owned.
“Now get dressed,” Cal said, admiring the red handprint blooming on my skin. “And try not to walk like you’re full.”
The ride to the airport was agony. The plug shifted with every bump in the road, a constant fullness stretching me, reminding me who I belonged to. By the time we got to the gate, I was sweating, my skin prickling with overstimulation.
Wefound Evan sitting near the window, sipping a coffee. Lena wasn’t there yet.
