Page 43 of Another Last Call
“You’re going to ruin me,” he growled, then pressed his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. “Letting me fuck this amazing little pussy raw so I can feel how goddamn hot and wet you are for me? ‘Cause it’s for me, Mags. Don’t ever fucking forget thatI’mthe one who got you like this for the first time. I got your very first time, and I got your first time bare, and that means that no matter what, this wet little pussy was always meant for me. Understand?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Mine.”
“It’s yours,” I said, then dug my nails deeper into his shoulder and used my legs to pull him in closer. “Just like your cock has always beenmine.”
He didn’t fight back as I clamped my legs around him. Instead, he groaned, burying his head in my neck, then thrust in me deeper, harder, stuffing himself so fucking far in my pussy that I was sure I was completely full.
“It’s always been yours, Mags,” he murmured against my skin, and that was it.
I came hard, pussy clenching as I cried out. He moved his lips away from my neck and captured my mouth again, absorbing my shout of pleasure as I moaned into his mouth. My body shook as my orgasm took over, nerves singing and firing all at once, my mind short-circuiting from the pleasure surging through it. Caleb didn’t stop fucking me, keeping up his pace as I came around his bare cock, though I could hear him struggling to hold back.
Once my muscles relaxed and the last of my orgasm faded, he slowed.
“Mags, I’m so fucking close,” he panted. “How… where?”
I pushed him away from me, disappointed as he slid from my folds. Hopping off the barstool, I fell to my knees on the tiled floor in front of him. His cock was glazed with wetness from inside me, shining in the soft glow of the bar lights. I took him in my mouth immediately, tasting the sweet tang of myself on his throbbing cock.
His knees almost buckled as I swallowed him, a loud groan echoing through the bar as I felt him fill my mouth. He steadied himself by grabbing my head, his fingers wrapping through my hair, and seconds later, I’d lost all control.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “You’re so…fuck, Mags, I can’t—”
He thrust forward and his cock hit the back of my throat. I held back a gag, breathing through the sensation of choking as he fucked my mouth recklessly. I braced my hands on his hips, focusing only on trying to breathe as he used me, his cock so deep that my nose kept hitting his pelvis. Saliva dripped from my lips as he used me, and sloppy, wet sounds came from my mouth as his balls slammed against my chin.
“Coming,” he grunted moments later.
My nose was buried in his pubic hair and he pulled my hair as I felt his cock pulse. Hot spurts dripped down my throat and I tried to relax, tried to keep my throat open for him as he held onto my head like he’d fall off the edge of the world if he let go.
It was probably the least sexy I’ve ever looked after a blowjob. I could feel wetness around my eyes and my nose was dripping. My chin was coated with saliva and as Caleb finally let go of my hair and took his softening cock from out of my throat, I coughed pathetically. He was looking down at me, the soft glow of the bar lights creating a halo effect around his head.
“Shit, Mags. Are you okay?” He grabbed my hand, helping me to my feet. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, wiping my face with my hand. He tugged the hem of his shirt up, using it to help wipe some of the wetness away.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he murmured as he helped clean me up. “I wasn’t even thinking. You just looked so hot. It was so hot. I’m so sorry.”
“Stop apologizing.” My voice was hoarse, and I giggled before clearing my throat. “I’m not hurt. That was amazing.”
Twenty-Three
Caleb
IfIhadn’tjustblown my load down Maggie’s throat, and if I hadn’t felt so guilty for the way I used her mouth, I probably would have gotten hard all over again.
Maggie was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Something about seeing her gorgeous face wrecked like that was… I shouldn’t have liked it as much as I did. She wasn’t crying, but wetness glistened under her eyes. Her hair was tangled from the way I had yanked it, and her chin was covered with spit that had spilled from her mouth as I fucked it.
I almost lost it when I was wiping her face and she smiled, promising me she was okay. I wanted to push her over the bar and fuck her every which way I could.
Instead, I pushed those feelings down and finished wiping the various fluids off her face before smoothing down her hair.
“We shouldn’t do that again, though. Not using a condom, I mean,” she said.
My heart skipped a beat as she clarified she meant the condom, not the sex itself. I swallowed back something that felt like hope and nodded. “You’re right. That was… well.”
“Stupid,” she said, then looked at me with a secret smile in her eyes. “And amazing. But it was dumb.”
I grinned. “Yeah. Yeah, it was… all of that.”
