“Let go.” Sharp teeth flirt with the tendons of my throat, biting down just hard enough to mark me. The innately possessive action pushes me over the edge. In a brilliant explosion that whitens my vision, I fall apart. His fingers continue to curve into me in a come-hither motion that has me writhing, my orgasm lasting longer than it ever has before.
I’m panting, my knees jellied, when I realize Cal is still rock hard.
“You didn’t come. I want you to finish.” As I go to pump him again, he grips my wrist.
“Cal,” I protest.
“I want to come grinding on you,” he says gruffly. “Here,” he emphasizes, swiping the tip of one blunt finger through my still throbbing pussy. He watches me like a hawk observing a succulent prey, his eyes simmering with a fever that reflects his desire. Forme.
Despite the fact that his face screams desperation, he waits for an answer. Perhaps that’s what makes me give in. The moment I dipmy chin, he drops to his knees, tugging my jeans down all the way. Impatient, he frees only one leg before rising once more. As he does, his large hand curls around the back of my thigh to lift my leg up, pushing until it is pressed against my stomach. The stretch of my muscles as he holds me open in a crane position is an ache I welcome.
“Fuck, you’re flexible. So sexy, Tots,” he groans, stepping into me to capture my mouth with his. His tongue swipes into me, tasting and taking what he wants. His knuckles brush against the base of my belly as he fumbles with his own trousers. Moments later, the slide of something hot and velvety along my soaked slit has me gasping.
“Are you—?”
“I won’t fuck you,” he says, his voice a sinful resonance that makes my womb clench. “I don’t have a condom and the first time I sink into your tight cunt won’t be in a goddamn storage room with no lighting. But I want to mark you. Tell me I can.”
“Mark me?”
“I hate that another man touched you. I hate that he thought he could. So let me claim you. Tell me you’ll wear my cum, smell like me,bemine.”
My eyes clamp shut as I release a sound I’ve never heard myself make before. Want—all-consuming, hypnotic, and indecent—cleaves itself onto my psyche.
“I won’t do it if you don’t want me to,” he promises, his words in direct contrast to the feral look in his eyes.
My body trembles as he continues to drag his cock up and down the center of my pussy, spreading me open for him. My clit pulses in pleasure with every intentional brush of his head, the teasing push and pull making me whimper his name. His rough palm covers the column of my throat, his thumb and forefinger trapping my jaw.
“I want you to,” I pant, slipping my fingers into his hair and gripping tightly.
“Thank fuck,” he moans, grinding his cock into me.
Back and forth, up and down, he moves his stiff length against my throbbing core, our bodies finding a rhythm that has us moaning in ecstasy. He holds my thigh up, keeping me spread for him. His other hand is splayed across my collarbones, pinning me in place, and I feel like I’m being flayed alive. I have no physical control and, instead of fearing his dominance, I’m relieved to let go. Because I trust Cal will catch me if I fall.
“You’re going to make me come so hard, just rubbing against your soaking pussy,” he growls.
The pulsing throb behind my clit intensifies, bursting through me like a million fireflies taking flight. I’m crying, gasping, begging as I soar toward the sun, willing to burn myself so I can live. My orgasm rolls through me like wildfire, every thought, every name, every noise incinerated in the inferno of his presence.
He looks down where we’re touching before locking eyes with me. His jaw is tight, his face painted in harsh shadows. Like a command I hear in my soul, I maintain eye-contact, too afraid to question why every encounter with him feels more intimate than it should.
He works me over, drawing every last second of pleasure from my exhausted body before spilling over me in hot, thick ropes. His cum streaks down my legs and my knees nearly give out from the raw gratification that consumes me.
A primal groan rumbles in his chest as he rubs the head of his cock against my over-sensitized clit, up the sides of my pussy, down to my entrance, and back. I realize with a start that, like an animal marking his mate in the basest way possible, he’s spreading his cum on my skin. My heart threatens to collapse, my nipples hardening at his action as my core clenches again, as if hungry for him to fill it.
He gently lowers my leg, his fingers collecting the cum dripping down the inside of my thighs. His chest rumbles with a profoundly proprietorial hum as the rough pad of his thumb presses against my still throbbing clit, coating it in the mix of our release.
“Cal,” I whimper, almost lightheaded from the intense bloom of desire still unfurling in me.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, leaning over to place a soft line of kisses down my throat.
“Yes.”
I gasp when he sinks his cum-covered fingers deep into me. Pleasure mounts like a tidal wave, rolling toward me as he thrusts his fingers inside repeatedly, frantic in his pace. My body shakes helplessly in his hold, surrendering to every demand he makes, every sensation that deepens my craving of him. His mouth swallows my cry as I shudder and succumb to a release beyond which any existence seems pointless. The experience stretches endlessly as I soak his hand, barely registering his murmured reassurances as the world comes into focus again.
“There,” he smolders, in a tone so possessive, it sears his brand onto my brain. “Now you’re mine.”
Oh my god, I’m in trouble.
As he drives me home, my hand held firmly in his, I try not to sneak glances at him. But every breath within the confines of his SUV serves as a reminder that my body is painted in his scent and my mind is enraptured by his presence.