“Oh my god,” I breathily exclaim.
“I agree,” he murmurs, jutting toward me with an earnest hum.
“You’re big.”
“No, I’m totally average,” he insists, kissing my neck while he snaps open the button on my jeans and pushes them down my hips. My skin cools considerably as my thoughts spiral.
“This can’t be average,” I squeak. It’s nearly half of my forearm! And the girth? I create a tight ring around his cock, noting that my fingers get close but don’t meet. The only gauge I have without the benefit of vision is that he’s thicker than the handle of a cricket bat.
He wants to put thisweaponinside me? He promised it wouldn’t hurt, but that’s obviously a lie. Oh god, how does he walk around withthisstuffed in his pants all day long? Does it hang loose? Dangle side to side? Is sex with Cal worth the risk of ruptured organs?
I’m severely questioning my life choices and my grip slackens, something I fail to notice until his palm traps mine, his mouth hot at my ear.
“I didn’t tell you to let go. I need your hands on me,please.”
“Cal. . .” I worry, unable to voice my concern. I attempt to glance down to confirm what he looks like when his hand cups my jaw, forcing my eyes to his.
“Don’t think about it. I’m average. Nothing special.”
I scrunch my nose, confused. Don’t most men want their dicks to be massive? Why would Cal protest when. . .oh.
“You think I’m going to be afraid of you ifyou have a big dick?”
“Nothing to be afraid of,” he says soothingly, dropping nibbling kisses wherever he can. “When the time comes, you can handle me.”
“I’m handling you right now,” I mutter, causing him to let out a rough guffaw.
“Then wrap your hand around my cock like you mean it,” he orders, his challenge gliding over me like hot silk.
“Like this?” My fingers tighten as I pass my thumb over the wide head where moisture leaks from him. I smile when he enthusiastically jerks against my palm, groaning my name against my temple. Goosebumps erupt across my skin at the low, rumbling sound of pleasure he makes, the sultry timbre wrapping me in an erotic embrace. I nuzzle the skin of his neck, pressing a kiss on his pulse before licking into the hollow at the base of his throat.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the end of me,” he whimpers, helplessly swaying like he can’t contain himself.
I’m drunk on a power I never realized I desired. The ability to make a man beg for me. Moan for me.Yearnfor me.
His desperation for my touch only makes him irresistible. I hitch my hips, grinding against him to relieve the unbearable ache between my legs. “You think you can wipe away all my fears, don’t you?” I ask softly, circling the slick tip of his cock.
“I don’t have to,” he murmurs, lips brushing mine with a gentility that wrecks me. “You’re strong enough for that yourself.”
His hand slides down the front of my pants, taking no time to slip beneath the thin fabric of my underwear. Moisture pools under his touch as he uses the flat of his fingers to swirl and rub slow, wide circles over me with just enough friction to make me want more.
“God, Cal, I n-need you.”
I have no time to be embarrassed about begging because he dips one thick finger inside me, stroking me unhurriedly and making me moan when he stretches me with a second finger.
“Fuck yourself on my hand, Tots. Take what you need and come for me.”
My breath hitches, caught in my chest as I chase the high I’d gotten in Vegas. My hips undulate to the rhythm he creates while I grip, stroke, and squeeze his stiff length, reducing us both to urgent moans and heavy breaths.
The air around us is stiflingly hot but I’d rather asphyxiate than let the pressure building within my body lose momentum.
“So hot and wet, baby,” he gruffs. “This pussy loves getting stuffed with my fingers, doesn’t it?”
His words spur me into stroking him like he showed me before, his instant groan of pleasure heightening my sense of control—one as alien as it is addicting. I’m not the only one who loves being touched here.
“Fuck, I need you to come quick, baby,” he rasps, thrusting his fingers harder and deeper, making me struggle for my next breath. My mind is torn between concentrating on achieving an orgasm and the responsibility of delivering it.
“Cal, oh my god, I— I—”