Page 44 of Bagging the Blueliner
No, but I probably needed it. “Yes.”
“We’re sitting about halfway.”
I wanted to cry. With any other man, I might have. But this was Cal. I couldn’t show weakness in front of him.
I learned my lesson, universe. Karma is a real bitch. I made tiny dick jokes, and it’s come back to bite me. I promise I’ll do better if you let me walk away from this in one piece.
Fingers tweaked my nipples, and I groaned.
Yes, more of that.
I felt myself loosening slightly.
“That’s it, baby, breathe. You’re doing so well.”
Following his instructions, I took a deep breath, letting my body open for him. Cal ran one hand down my side, the other reaching up to pull the hair away from my neck. His giant body covered mine from behind before he pressed a single kiss to the nape of my neck, and I shivered.
“Look out at the city,” Cal commanded.
I glanced up at the sparkling lights. Gasping, I realized I could see into the windows of other buildings. Could people see us?
Sensing my thoughts, Cal whispered in my ear, “Do you like knowing others can see us? That there’s someone across the street who knows what a filthy girl you are?”
I moaned, and he took the opportunity to thrust all the way home while I was distracted. My mouth opened in a silent scream. I could feel the ridge of every single barbell, and when he gave a gentle roll of his hips, I nearly passed out. They rubbed against the perfect spot.
The stretch was still intense, but I knew one thing that would make it better. Thrusting my ass back, I invited him to move. Sucking in a breath, he pulled out before slamming back in. His size was just as shocking the second time, and I cried out.
Against my neck, he promised, “I’ll make it up to you next round.”
That was the last thing Cal said before he gripped my hips, pounding into me so violently it took my breath away. He warned me earlier that he fucked hard and fast, and he delivered on that promise. Along for the ride, I let him use my body, focusing on the ribbed texture of his piercings massaging my G-spot.
One of his hands reached between my legs, rubbing furiously against my clit. My body strained against his, begging for more.
“Right there. Don’t stop.” The pleasure became so intense that I couldn’t breathe, the breath literally stolen from my lungs.
“Come for me, Hannah,” Cal grunted.
His harsh words tipped me over the edge, and I screamed my release. “Fuck yes! Cal!”
Hearing me scream his name spurred him on, and Cal’s pace grew more punishing if that were even possible. Holding me up as my legs gave out, his thrusts only served to cause the waves of pleasure rolling over my body to crest for a second time.My sweaty hands slid down the glass until I was bent in half, completely at his mercy.
Just when I thought I might pass out, Cal stilled behind me, roaring so loudly the sound bounced off the high ceilings of his penthouse.
Holding my hips, Cal withdrew, groaning as he did so. I felt the loss of him, going from overly full to empty in an instant. It was a shock to the system, and tremors I couldn’t control racked my body.
Moments away from collapsing into a puddle on the floor, Cal scooped me into his arms.
It was déjà vu to the day in the locker room, but far more pleasant.
My mind was fuzzy, but I felt us moving. Looking up at him, he smiled down with a wicked gleam in his striking blue eyes. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Well, look who just died and went to amazing-sex heaven.
Chapter 12
Cal
Did that just happen?
