I scrambled to turn over, my coordination shot. Cal pulled the jacket off of me, exposing me fully to the cool air and his heated gaze. Then, he stepped off the bed and pulled me down to the edge to meet him. He grabbed my ankles and hiked my legs up, hooking my knees over his elbows.
It folded me in half again. I was completely exposed to him, my hole open and glistening, the red handprint fading on my cheek, the thong strap twisted.
“Look at you,” Cal breathed, staring down at me like I was a feast he’d been starving for. “Willing to take anything I give you.”
He dropped my right leg, letting it fall to the mattress, but kept the left one hooked tight over his forearm, prying me open even wider.
“Open,” he ordered.
He grabbed my jaw, squeezing my cheeks until my lips parted. I stared up at him, breathless, as he gathered saliva in his mouth and let it fall onto my tongue. I swallowed it down instantly, tasting him, desperate for every part of him like it was holy water.
He smirked, that dark, dangerous smirk, and then used his body weight to drive into me again.
This time, with one leg pinned high and the other splayed out, the angle was even deeper. He bottomed out instantly, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. He didn’t rush this part. He took his time, grinding into me slow and deep, watching my face crumble, watching my eyes roll back. Every thrust felt like he was rearranging me, carving his name into my bones.
“Cal… Cal, please…” I sobbed, my head thrashing side to side on the mattress. “It’s too good. I can’t…”
“Take it,” Cal ordered.
Suddenly, the hand that had been holding my jaw slid down and wrapped around my throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to hold. Enough to control. He squeezed gently, cutting off my air just as he slammed his hips forward.
My eyes rolled back in my head, the lack of oxygen mixing with the pleasure to create a blinding white light behind my eyelids. It was terrifying and intoxicating all at once. I surrendered completely, trusting him with my breath, with my body, with everything.
“I’m gonna make you think about this for weeks,” Cal growled, tightening his grip on my throat for a split second before releasing it, letting me gasp for air before taking it away again. “I’m gonna leave so much inside you that you’ll be leaking me for days. Every time you move, every time you walk, you’re gonna feel me.”
“Yes,” I choked out, tears streaming down my face. “Please, God, yes.”
“I’m gonna wreck you,” he groaned, his pace stuttering as he got close. “I’m gonna paint your insides, I’m gonna make sure you carry me with you to Sacramento.”
He grabbed my thighs, pulling me even closer to the edge, locking his hips against mine so there was no space, no escape.
“Cum for me, baby,” he commanded. “Now.”
The command ruined me. I didn’t even stroke myself but three times before the white stickiness was spilling over my hand and across our abs in the space between us, my hips bucking off the mattress in spasmodic release.
Cal followed a second later. He groaned, and buried himself to the hilt. He poured himself into me, hot and heavy, the pulses going on and on, filling me with his warmth, marking me from the inside out.
He collapsed forward, breathing harsh and heavy against my neck, but he didn’t pull away. He stayed there, locked in tight, letting the aftershocks wreck us both.
Finally, he pulled back out. I whined at the loss, feeling the immediate emptiness, followed by the wet sensation of him leaking out of me.
Cal froze. He was staring down between my legs, his eyes blown wide and dark, tracking the white fluid that was spilling from me onto the sheets.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice sounding wrecked. “Look at that.”
I tried to close my legs, suddenly feeling shy, but Cal’s hands snapped to my thighs, forcing them open.
“Don’t you hide that from me,” he growled, his gaze fixated on the mess he’d made. “Look at you. Leaking me.”
Hereached down, catching a drop of it with his thumb. The possessiveness in his eyes was terrifying.
“You don’t get to waste this,” he murmured.
He pushed his thumb inside me, shoving his own cum back where he wanted it. The sensation of being filled again, even just by his finger, made my hips buck off the mattress. It was degrading in the holiest way possible. He was plugging me back up, refusing to let me go.
“Keep it,” he whispered, dragging his thumb back out slowly, watching the way I gaped for him. “Keep every drop.”
He watched for another second, satisfied, before the darkness in his eyes finally cleared, replaced by that fierce, protective warmth that was all Cal.
