He leaned down further, tugging my boxer briefs down in the process. I felt the warmth of his breath against my hole, and then his tongue.
It was electric. It was wet, warm, and shockingly intimate. Cal groaned against my skin, his tongue broad and flat as he licked right over the rim.
He worked his tongue in circles, pressing into the tight ring of muscle, teasing it open. The sensation sent white hot sparks shooting down my thighs. It was degrading in the hottest way possible
Then, he pulled back. I heard the wet squelch of lube being squeezed into his palm.
“I’m going to use my fingers first,” Cal said. “Tell me if it’s too much. Be honest, Si.”
I felt his finger, slick and cold with the gel, press against me. He circled the entrance, coating me, before slowly, agonizingly, pushing inside.
I hissed through my teeth. It felt alien.
“Breathe, baby,” Cal coached. “Push back against me.”
I focused on his voice. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside me, stretching me wide.
“Red, yellow, green?”
“Green,” I choked out. “Fuck, definitely green.”
He pulled his fingers out and grabbed the condoms from the bed.
“Flip over,” he ordered. “I want to see your face.”
I rolled onto my back. Cal was kneeling between my legs, sheathing himself. He grabbed my knees. It made me feel small, open, completely at his mercy.
He leaned down, bracing his arms on either side of my head.
“If you don’t want to anymore, at any point, say stop,” Cal said, his eyes locking onto mine. “This is on you, baby. You’re in control.”
I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I want you. Don’t stop.”
Cal kissed me hard as he lined his cock up with my entrance.
I cried out as he pushed inside, my nails digging into his shoulders. It was a burning, tearing sensation. Cal froze instantly, letting me adjust.
“I know,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. “You’re so tight. Fuck, you’re so tight. Does it hurt? Tell me.”
“It… it burns a little,” I admitted, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Just breathe,” Cal soothed. He waited. He didn’t move a millimeter until my body accepted the intrusion. “Better?”
I took a ragged breath as the burning faded into a dull, throbbing ache of fullness. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s okay.”
“Move?”
“Move,” I breathed. “Please, Cal.”
He withdrew almost all the way, then thrust forward.
The moan that ripped out of me was animalistic. He hit my prostate dead on. A jolt of pure pleasure zapped through me, making my toes curl.
“Fuck,” Cal groaned.
He began to move in earnest. The rhythm wasn’t gentle anymore. He was snapping his hips, driving into me with a force that shook the bedframe.
“Harder,” I whined, my hips bucking up to meet him. I needed more. I needed to feel him everywhere.
