Page 41 of Bagging the Blueliner
Don’t say it. Don’t say it.
“Do your worst. I’m sure I’ve had better.”
Uh-oh.
Lightning quick, Cal spun us around so his back was to the wall, and he was forcing me to my knees. I might not mean half the shit I said, but he was ready to make good on his promise. That thing was big enough that I might have to give up anthem singing. My vocal cords would be trashed by the time he was done with me.
This is happening.
His hand released its grip on my throat, and I took a few shaky breaths, preparing myself. Gripping the waistband of his joggers, I boldly pulled them down his thighs. His cock bobbed up, mere inches from my face.
Holy shit.
The size momentarily blinded me, but a flash of silver caught my attention. Fascinated, I ran my fingers over the six consecutive barbells along the underside of his shaft.
“Oh wow.” I tilted my head to get a better look. Cal groaned above me, and before I could stop myself, I asked, “Did it hurt?”
Peering up, I saw him resting his head against the wall, eyes closed. “Not as much as giving up sex for months so it could heal.”
Still in awe that he was man enough to pierce his most sensitive body part, I bit my lip. “Was it worth it?”
Arctic blue eyes snapping open, he looked down at me. A corner of his lips turned up. “Guess you’re about to find out.”
RIP, vagina. It was nice knowing ya. We had a good run.
“Hannah?” Cal’s voice called from above.
“Yeah?”
“The time for looking is over. Be a good girl and choke on this dick.”
“Make me.” It was too damn good to pass up the opportunity to tease him one last time.
Growling, he gripped my chin, forcing my mouth open. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of actually forcing me, I took matters into my own hands.
Literally.
Gripping the base of his dick tightly in one hand, I brought my mouth to the head. My tongue dipped out to tease the underside. One of Cal’s giant hands anchored in my hair, urging me forward. Parting my lips, I felt them stretched to the extreme as I took him inside. My tongue traced over the ridges of the barbells.
His cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. Cal hummed in satisfaction.
Smug bastard.
Pursing my lips, I hollowed my cheeks, sucking for all I was worth. A strangled noise sounded, but I kept at it. Pulling back, I teased the tip, flicking the underside with my tongue.
Placing both hands on my head, Cal held my head in place as he thrust forward. Relaxing my jaw, I let him fuck my face, forcing myself to breathe through my nose. Tears streameddown my cheeks as he pushed past my gag reflex and down my throat. Swallowing around him, I was rewarded with a strangled groan ripped from his throat and a tightened grip on my face. My pulse pounded between my thighs with the promise of him using my pussy the way he used my mouth.
Pushing me back, his cock slipped from my mouth with a pop. My heavy breathing mixed with the pants coming from Cal. Boldly, I gripped his balls and tugged gently.
“Fuck, Hannah,” he moaned.
“I’m still waiting for Hannah to be fucked.” I threw a little bit of sass into my breathless voice.
“I should kick you out,” he threatened.
Rising on shaky legs, I pumped his cock, slick with my saliva. “Oh, come on, Cal. I haven’t screamed your name yet. Isn’t that what you wanted so desperately?”
Without warning, he gripped the back of my thighs, lifting me off the ground. Carrying me to the massive wall of windows overlooking downtown Hartford, he set me down.
