Page 19 of Another Last Call
It didn’t last long, though. Caleb gripped my wrist again and pushed my hand away, pinning it back to the bed as he leaned over me again.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice stern. “I’m not done with you.”
I tried not to smile. “I’m not the one who put my hand on your cock.”
He kissed me hard, stealing my words and my breath.
“And I’m not the one pinned to the bed,” he growled. “So you’ll just have to wait your turn.”
Then he dipped his head to worship my breasts again, distracting me while he let go of my wrist and reached down to unbutton my jeans.
His tongue returned to my nipple as his fingertips skimmed along my stomach and slid past the unbuttoned jeans. A noise of longing left my throat as he touched my mound through the fabric of my panties, his fingers exploring the crevices and curves of the junction between my legs without passing that cotton barrier. He found the soaking spot below the entrance to my pussy, and I heard him make a satisfied noise as he traced back up my slit.
My throat was dry and I had to swallow before I could speak.
“Please, Caleb.”
The hoarse plea didn’t go unnoticed, and he slipped his hand into my panties.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, a rush of air pushing out of my lungs as his fingers started moving.
While he continued to devote his mouth to my breasts, his fingers worked magic in my panties. His fingers explored my slit thoroughly, tracing along the folds of my pussy and circling the swollen, sensitive bud. Another shiver ran through my body as he brushed against my clit, and I cried out in relief as he dipped his finger inside me.
When I’d lost my virginity to Caleb, I’d let him touch me anywhere he wanted. His uncertain hands had run all over my body, unsure of what to do. He’d kissed my breasts then, too, and had pushed his fingers against my pussy, probably trying to remember something he’d seen while watching porn. As a virgin who had nothing to compare it to, it had felt amazing.
But, of course, it paled compared to what Caleb was doing with ten years’ experience after that first time.
He fingered me slowly, his hand restrained by my panties. Once he was sure I was ready, he added a second finger. I cried out again as the hollow arousal in my core was filled and whimpered when he withdrew his fingers a few moments later, but just a little. Almost as soon as he’d taken his fingers out of my pussy, he found my clit and began working tight circles over the sensitive bud.
Short, high-pitched moans escaped my throat as the sensations of his mouth on my breasts and fingers in my panties drove me crazy. Caleb seemed urged on by this, and the pace at which he flicked his tongue on my nipple matched the way he was rubbing my clit.
It didn’t take long for me to feel the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm. Anticipation seemed to build up in my body, filling every inch of my skin from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I was breathing harder, faster, and Caleb’s fingers responded to the changes in my demeanour. He kept his pace but increased the pressure on my clit.
“Do it, Mags,” he breathed. “Come on my fingers. Let me feel what I was supposed to get the first time we did this.”
The building orgasm boiled over and I came with a shriek. White sparks flew through my eyes and I was distantly aware of the noises I was making, though I couldn’t care less. I was too busy focusing on the intensity radiating from Caleb’s fingers, from the way he was still fingering me even as I writhed beneath him, my back arching as my body failed to contain its bliss.
After a few long, mindless moments, my senses returned to me. Caleb’s fingers still pushed against my clit, though the touch was light and mindful of how sensitive the spent little nub was. He was no longer sucking my nipple, instead nuzzling his face against my breasts as he waited for me to catch my breath.
“Holy fuck,” I said, and he burst out laughing.
Removing his hand from my panties, he moved himself up to kiss me again. “Sorry it was ten years overdue, but there’s the orgasm I owed you.”
“Consider the debt paid, and then some.”
His tongue darted into my mouth, and the talking ceased as our heated kissing took priority. I knew Caleb’s cock must still be painfully hard and I trailed my hands down his arms to the waistband of his pants.
His jeans were tight from the swollen bulge beneath them. As we kissed, I fiddled with his belt, managing to undo it and the button on his jeans. I unzipped his fly carefully, and his cock seemed to push through the opening of its own accord, freeing itself from its denim prison.
Caleb groaned as I gripped his cock, still encased in his boxers. His lips left mine as he looked down to watch me handle him. I rubbed his cock a few more times, then began pushing his jeans down, followed by his boxers. There was a look of pure animalistic lust gleaming in his eyes just before I wrapped my fingers fully around him.
His cock was even better than I remembered.
Caleb was blessed with a beautiful cock. Hot and thick and curved just the slightest bit upward, it was almost like something out of a textbook. Even having just had an intense orgasm, I felt my pussy throb with the desire to have it buried deep inside me.
For a while he let me play with his cock almost idly as I traced my fingers up and down his length, feeling his veins and ridges and the sticky drops of pre-cum that leaked from his tip. But it wasn’t long before he reached down and covered my hand with his again.
“I want to be inside you, Mags,” he said.
