Page 15 of The Consequence of You
I’ve never felt the need to leave a mark on a woman, but something about her unblemished skin has me wanting to feast on her, drawing out some primal desire I’ve never felt before. I lean down and suck at the same patch of skin again. This time I use my teeth lightly, and she whimpers above me.
My dick responds by poking its swollen head out of the waistband of my underwear. Precum beads at the crown, and she must feel it on her skin as she looks down at where it’s mixed with the paint on her stomach. She swallows loudly before reaching between us and rubbing her thumb over the slit on my crown. I hiss at the contact as my thick erection leaps towards her, begging for more.
She pushes her hand into my boxers and I hiss as she takes hold of my length, her tiny hand barely able to close around my wide girth. She grips me firmly before tugging slowly and confidently. I’m close to making a fool out of myself as the urge to shoot my load is only just containable.
I wasn’t expecting her to take charge of my manhood so assertively. But then, did I really expect her to back down? She’s certainly never backed down from a challenge before. Keeping her firm grip, she rubs her thumb down my frenulum, and I dig deep to summon willpower I didn’t know I possessed to stop myself coming. She alternates between long, firm strokes and twists and her technique has me thrusting into her hand, desperately chasing more of the sensation.
For a few seconds, I indulge myself, transfixed by the sight of myself in her grip.
Fuck, where are my manners?
This girl who hates me, is pleasuring me while I stand there, leaving her high and dry, so I push down the cups of her bra, exposing her beautiful tits to the cool air.
If I thought it was hard to stop myself coming before, then this is a new level of torture. She is absolutely stunning.
Tiny bolts of silver pass through each of her rosy, pink nipples. Even without touching her beautiful tits, I know they’ll fit in my hands perfectly. Rather than find out if I’m right, I lean down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I don’t bother being gentle as she clearly likes a little pain. It’s the right assumption as she arches her back, bringing her tits closer to me. I swirl my tongue around the piercing and tug at the cold metal with my teeth before pulling off and focusing my attention on the other breast. In response, she increases the speed and pressure she’s stroking my cock, and I feel the familiar tingling in my balls before they draw up.
Pulling away from her, I grip the sides of the ladder as I erupt all over her hand and stomach, ropes of white cum coating her skin. It keeps coming, and I can’t remember the last time I came as hard as this. For a girl I can barely stand, too.
Stepping down off the ladder, I watch my seed drip down her front onto the top of her black jeans. I reach for her waistband, intending to repay the orgasm, but she pushes my hand away.
Callie stares at the mess on her chest and stomach like she can’t believe what she’s seeing. She looks up at me and then looks down again, regret clear on her face.
This is not a look I’m used to being on the receiving end of, and I don’t like it at all.
Spinning away from her, I grab a couple of clean cloths, offering one to wipe herself clean. Something tells me she won’t want me doing it. I make a quick job of wiping myself off as she hastily redresses and exits the room as quickly as she can, leaving me with nothing but the familiar feeling of not being good enough.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CALLIE
Rushing to my car, I stop only to grab my belongings and sign out.What the fuck did I just do?Asher is the first person I’ve touched like that since my ex-boyfriend Nico. It’s not like I haven’t had a few offers, at parties, in the gym, even as recently as a fortnight ago, but I’d never been close to doing anything.
But today, from the moment he stripped off his clothes, I felt like a cat in heat; I’d been reduced to the most basic form of myself, squirming with need as we spent the afternoon together, the heady scent of his aftershave, the slight undertone of man as he worked up a sweat painting. It was like an aphrodisiac I couldn’t help but inhale. When he stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up at me, I couldn’t fight the attraction any longer. His usually perfectly styled blond hair was tousled and splatteredwith tiny paint droplets. His green eyes searched my face, predatory and knowing.
Didn’t matter how hard I tried to deny it; in that moment I was lost to him. And then his touch, the way he ran his fingers across my bare skin, his rougher skin caressing my softer stomach. The way he reverently lifted my vest, seeking my permission; I would have stripped it off myself if he hadn’t done it first. He gave me plenty of opportunity to say no and yet I continued to let it happen. Willed it, even.
Is this how his other conquests feel? Like they have no choice but to throw themselves at him?
I’d been seconds from coming myself when he mouthed my nipples, the gentle sucking with the sharper edge of pain as he tugged at my piercings was like a direct line to my clit. Only when he stopped and pulled away did I come to my senses. The warm spray of his cum across my stomach was probably the hottest thing I’d ever seen, until it became a cold dose of reality, and despite wiping it off, I can still feel him on me.
I need to get home and shower. I’ve been so stupid. So careless with my actions. My mind starts to race with possibilities of what might have happened if I’d let it continue. What would have happened next? What if Susan had walked in, or one of the residents?
Fuck.
Approaching a busy junction, I slam on my brakes, only realising at the last moment I’m about to run a red light. I’m too distracted to be driving, too emotional. I take a deep breath and wait for the green light. Slowly, I cross the junction, and after a couple of hundred metres, I pull into a quiet supermarket car park.
Switching off the engine, I rest my head on mysteering wheel. As I breathe in and out, I try and fail to bring my racing heart under control. I lose all track of time as I relive the afternoon and shame courses through my veins.
Four years of weighing up my choices, making considered decisions. Putting other people’s needs before my own and what for, to lose my mind when a pretty man looks at me a certain way? A man, who, let’s be honest, has been nothing but rude to me for the entire time I’ve known him.
A sharp rap on my car window has me jumping out of my skin. I look up to see my security detail, Carlo, standing beside my window. I frown, not instantly able to understand why he’s here. I wind down my window.
“Miss Messina. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He’s fairly new to the team and can’t be much older than me.
“I’m fine, Carlo. I just had a hard shift at the nursing home.”
Concern covers his face.
