“Yes. God, yes.”
This is all he needs to hear. He removes his boxers in one urgent movement, freeing his already rock solid cock. It springs free, brushing up against his stomach muscles as he steps around the table. I can’t stop staring at him. When we had sex the other night in his old bedroom, neither one of us was paying attention to the details. We were so frantic, desperate to claim one another again, to feel the other half of ourselves snap back into place, that taking a second to appreciate each other’s bodies wasn’t really an option. Now that I’m laid out, practically naked on the table, I have a second to take in the view, and what a magnificent view it is. Callan is flawless. His broad shoulders lead down to hard muscle that looks like it’s been packed onto his chest and stomach by force. There isn’t an inch of fat on him anywhere. His thighs and buttocks are as toned as the rest of him, and his cock…I cannot tear my eyes away from it.
He’s in proportion with the rest of his body, though on the big side. Way bigger than Ben or any of the other guys I’ve slept with over the years. A cold tremor runs over my skin when I think about how he took my virginity with that thing. It had hurt at the time, yes, but I’d been so ready to have him inside me. It had been a perfect pain. A beautiful pain that I cherished at the time.
Callan smirks down at me, his hands working deftly to remove my bunched up shirt and bra, freeing my breasts properly now. “Want a picture?” he asks. “I can actually make that happen. I know a guy.”
“No.” I smile, but as soon as I decline the offer, I almost regret it. Callan quirks an eyebrow at me, like he knows exactly what’s going on inside my head.
“If you change your mind…”
I yelp as he scoops his hands underneath me and lifts me from the table, placing me carefully on my feet. My skirt, hitched up around my waist until a second ago, is suddenly on the floor, and Callan is crouching down behind me, trailing his tongue over the curve and swell of my behind. His hands are strong, holding me in place, his fingers digging into the flesh of my buttocks as he licks and bites. Heat rushes me as he groans, spreading me open to use his tongue on an area of my body I never even considered having licked. It feels amazing. Totally not what I would ever have imagined. I fall forward, planting my hands on the kitchen table, panting. “Callan, oh shit, Callan, stop. I need you. Please….please…”
“You need me where, bluebird? Here?” He slides a finger inside my pussy, making me suck in a deep breath. “Or here.” He removes his finger and slides it back. It’s slick from being inside me, but he still doesn’t push himself inside my ass. He circles with his finger, applying a little pressure, teasing. I never thought that would feel good. It’s never occurred to me that I might actually consider telling him that I want him there. Callan laughs when I simply sigh in response.
“I want you in my mouth,” I whisper. He brushes my hair back off my shoulders, gathering it into his hands. Pressing himself against me from behind, his cock digs into my ass, making me flush all over.
“Then you’d better get on your knees for me.” He pulls on my hair a little—nowhere near enough to hurt me. Just enough to show me what he wants. I turn around and sink to my knees. When I take him into my mouth, Callan’s grip tightens on my hair. I doubt it’s a conscious thing, but the roughness turns me on. He tastes amazing. His erection feels hard, his skin smooth. I slide him deep into my throat, not caring that I can’t really breathe. Feeling him tense up, go rigid, getting harder and harder as I run my tongue over the head of his cock, is amazing. It’s the most satisfying sensation. Callan tries to stay still—I can tell by the way he lets go of my hair and balls his hands into fists by his sides—but eventually he begins to thrust into my mouth, swearing every time he slides out and then in again.
I can sense him losing himself. After the way he just made me come, it feels incredible that I can make him feel like this. I increase my speed, opening my mouth wider, taking him deeper, and then Callan’s moving all of a sudden, pulling his hips back so that I can’t continue.
“Fuck.” He grits his teeth together. “I can’t take any more. You’re gonna make me come.”
“I want to. I want to taste you.”