My eyes bug out of my head, seeing his gaze fixed on my rear, and I cover my burning face with the cushion again. "I knew I was sweaty and gross.”
“There’s nothing gross about you, Steph. I just thought it would make you comfortable.” He drops the cloth to the floor, spreads my cheeks and, with his tongue, glides down the valley. "Just relax."
“Callum.” I screw my face up as the heat bubbles under my skin and as the pleasure takes over, I shamefully hide my flushed face in the cushion.
“Shh.” He continues to spread my cheeks and his stiff tongue circles my rosette.
“Cal. Oh gosh.” Feeling his tongue there makes me forget everything, and I don’t want him to stop.
“There's nothing I won't do for you, baby.”
I'm going to come, and he hasn't even entered me yet. His finger slips into my wet heat and my walls clamp down around him.
“Fuck, Steph.”
He flutters his fingers inside me and rims my rosette as I ride the pulsing wave of my orgasm.
“I wish you'd told me you were coming. I need to feel you come around my cock.”
“Don't worry. I'm sure you can make me come again.” I'm breathless and turn my head to see the fire in his eyes.
“Oh, I will. Don't move.” He pulls off his shorts in one swift motion and his erection springs free. I couldn’t move if he wanted me to. My centre is still firing as I lay limp over the edge of the sofa. He positions his length at my opening, then slides it between my cheeks, coating us both with my cum.
His skilful fingers massage the tight rosette as he slides his throbbing length into my slick opening. Every inch of him fills me, hitting all the right spots as he withdraws slowly and then rams into me at full force. The velvet material of the cushion grazes my face as he pushes my body further up the sofa.
His finger massages my tight entrance. “Relax.”
I breathe out slowly and then inhale deeply, shuddering with desire.
“That's it, baby.” A finger coaxes through my tight entrance and my muscles tense again. “Relax, baby.” He’s still pounding me at a steady pace, hitting all the right spots. His finger pushes in deeper, with each wiggle, my core thrums.
“Callum, stop or I'm going to come again.”
He huffs, pulling on my hair with his other hand. “That is the idea.” He rams in hard again and faster this time. “I haven't spanked you yet.”
I whip my head around to see the smirk on his face, then a crack. The force sends my body jolting forward.
“That's for tormenting me.”
My walls tighten around him and his finger crooked inside of me. I screw my eyes shut, knowing another slap of ecstasy is imminent.
His hand smacks against my flesh. “That's for making me want you.”
Orgasmic waves crash over me with each sting of his hand. He owns me completely like this. I'm at his mercy, submissive in every way. He can do whatever he likes to me, and I will just roll over and take what he has to give. And I want everything he gives. All that delicious alpha hotness that he demonstrates in our most intimate moments.
Another slap as he ploughs hard. “That's for all the times you ran back to him, leaving me alone.”
My eyes water. The crashing waves subside to a gentle pulse, and I don't know why I'm crying. Is it from the overwhelming euphoria he's giving me or the fact that I have to leave him alone again? I bury my head in the sofa cushion and wipe the tears before he notices.
Catching my breath, I hum into the pillow that covers my flushed face.
He slips out of me then, using my cum, he coats my arse, rubbing my entrance. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”
My body tenses when I feel the head of his erection pushing into the tight rosette of my arse. “Callum, I can’t take anymore.”
“You’re gonna take it. It’s my leaving gift to you. You’re gonna feel me inside you for the next week.” He works the head into me. “Breathe, baby. Just relax.”
I pant into the cushion. “Cal. I’m not gonna be able to sit down.”