Page 88 of Pitcher Us
“You’re going to wh?—”
I get cut off when her mouth goes back to my dick and when I look down, she’s pulled the corner of my jersey in between her legs.
“God—fuck.” My hands instinctively want to go to her hair, but I’m quickly reminded by the metal digging into my skin that I can’t. Callie continues to take me as far as she can while she works her clit over with my jersey. Her moans turn into quick whimpers and her speed in both places picks up.
“Damn it, Callie. Take these fucking cuffs off.”
But she doesn’t, she only moans louder. I don’t have to be touching her to know she’s close. Hell, I’m close. Thrusting myhips in the small way I can at this angle, Callie starts to choke for a moment. Instead of stopping completely I just slow my thrusts down until she regains her breath.
“So fucking hot, Blaze. You don’t want me to come down your throat? How am I supposed to do that when you’re about to make yourself come with my dick in your mouth?”
Callie looks up at me again, smiling with her eyes because her mouth is fucking busy. “Callie, undo these cuffs because I am going to fuck you senseless.”
Callie pops off again. “No,” she whispers. “I’m not going to uncuff you.” Callie stands then straddles me in the chair. “Not until I come.”
My head falls back as Callie starts to bounce up and down. Her hand goes back to her clit and her back arches with my name on her lips. Her pussy is already squeezing the hell out of me. Not being able to touch her right now is fucking torture.
“Damn it, Callie, I can’t move my hands.” I’m trying to move the best I can, but I can’t reach her. I just want to feel her. “Please get down here and kiss me.”
Callie smiles as she lays her chest against mine. She doesn’t kiss me yet, but she’s close enough for me to claim her mouth myself. Kissing her deep and slowly, I can feel her hand moving faster and when I slide my tongue in her mouth she starts to pulse around me.
Her moan comes so loud that I try to swallow it up with my lips. Her whole body trembles as I take over thrusting into her until her body practically melts against mine.
Still keeping slow and shallow thrusts, I kiss the top of her head. “Callie. Un-fucking-cuff me.”
Callie picks her head up and with a satiated smile she slides off me and grabs the key off her small dining table. She unlocks one of my hands and I turn, pulling her back to my front. I want her straddling me again, but this time turned the other way.
Her head falls back with a moan as I slide into her. “Now, this one,” I say, holding up the other cuff and start slow but steady thrusts.
“I was working on that, you impatient man,” Callie huffs breathlessly as she fiddles with the other lock.
“That’s right, I am impatient.” I start to thrust into her harder. When my other hand is free, she drops the cuff and nearly falls forward at my momentum. I catch her by her arms pulling her back.
“Fucking impatient because I’ve had to pretend for a month that there’s nothing between us.” I pull her against my chest and stand us up. I turn so she can put her hands on the chair. “I’m impatient because you were the most beautiful girl in that bar tonight and I couldn’t make every fucker in that place hate me because you were on my arm.”
“Will,” Callie pants and her walls clench me like a vise. “Fuck, keep going.”
“Oh, there’s no stopping this and that includes us, Callie.” Keeping my bruising pace, Callie arches her head back and I reach up to wrap that pretty ponytail of hers around my fist. “You’re mine, Callie, and I’m getting really impatient about not being able to show everyone that.”
“Yes, Will. Fuck. I’m going to come again.” Callie reaches one hand back up to her center.
She moans at her touch, so I let go of her hair and pull her hand back to replace it with mine. “You had your turn. I want this one coming from my touch alone.”
Callie lets out a small whimper as my fingers circle her clit. “Will, please,” she begs.
“Oh, Blaze, I like hearing you beg. But I love it when you take, so please come for me.”
And just like that Callie takes her orgasm and mine right alongside her.
When both of us feel like we can move again, I pull out of her and turn her around to sit back in the chair. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
She nods with a sleepy but satisfied smile, then I head into the kitchen to get a warm wet rag to clean her up. Her body jumps a little when the rag touches her center, and she lets out a laugh. “Sorry, still sensitive.”
I set the rag down on the floor then scoop her up in my arms. “I think I told you a while ago not to apologize for men’s actions.”
“Hmm, I suppose you’re right.” Callie rests her head on my shoulder. “And I’m not sorry about that at all.”
I laugh as I lay her back down on her bed. “Yeah, me either.” I place a kiss on her temple and climb in next to her.
