He kissed her.
With his cock hard and pressing against her thigh, he brushed his lips over hers, starting at the corners of her mouth and working towards the middle. And when she parted her lips in surprise, he took advantage, sweeping his tongue in to taste hers, licking inside her mouth with abandon. His kisses swarmed her senses, a dazzling array of light and fluttering mixed with hard and possessive, and finally he reached a hand under her neck to tilt her head just right, and then his mouth slanted fully over hers, firm and demanding.
The erection against her felt hot and needy, grinding against her skin as Cal took his time with her mouth. He kissed her like it was his first kiss in years, like he hadn’t had a woman underneath him in far too long, and he was determined to brutally savor every single second of this.
And indeed, when he pulled back to blink those dark green eyes at her, there was nothing but determination in his face. Nothing but more hunger around the kiss-swollen lines of his mouth.
“Am I making you happy so far?” she asked, daring to reach up and touch his jaw. The stubble scratched at her fingers, a scratch she felt everywhere, rasping through her fingertips and reverberating down her spine.
He stared at her, and his voice was surprisingly gentle when he said, “Yes, Tamsin. You’re making me very happy.”
The game wavered for a moment as they stared at each other, and Cal caught her hand on his cheek, bringing her fingers to his mouth to kiss. She gazed up at him as his lips caressed every knuckle, every flat and pad of her fingers. She didn’t know how he could flip those switches inside himself, from degrading her to treasuring her, but she never wanted him to stop. It fascinated her, awakened something thrilling and alive. All her life she’d been treated like a china doll, a replica of her dead mother, a vehicle for her father’s own wasted dreams. But Cal didn’t look at her and see a ghost or a doll. He saw her.
Even as she had these thoughts, he seemed to come around to himself again, giving a hard shove against her thigh with his dick. “You say ‘stop’ if you want me to stop,” he instructed her. And then he pinned both of her wrists above her head, put a knee between her thighs, and thrust inside.
It was an invasion, a forcing, but God, no invasion had ever felt this good. Like he was trying to wedge his body inside her, like all of him was pushing against the most delicate parts of her flesh, and everything in that moment, from the rough hair on his thighs to his weight on her chest to his huge hands trapping her wrists above her head, served to remind her how powerful he was, how big, how male.
It hurt, in the best way, the kind of stretch and push that she could feel everywhere—her inner thighs, her chest, the arches of her feet. With a grunt, he shoved in deeper, making her cry out and bow up against him.
“Yeah,” he said, “like that.” And he thrust again and again, hard and ungentle, his eyes searching her face for signs of pain or hesitation. He wouldn’t see anything of the sort, Tamsin knew that for a fact, because she felt nothing of the sort. If she felt pain, it was only the kind that made her crave more. If she felt hesitation, it was only that she worried this would be over too fast, that Cal would empty himself and walk away and that would be the last time she ever felt so alive.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” she breathed up at him. “You can make me do anything.”
“I know,” he said with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I know I can.” He let go of her wrists and slid a hand under one of her thighs to raise it up to his hip, opening her up to deeper thrusts. His other hand he curled behind her neck, holding her head in place so he could brutalize her with more kisses, deep ones this time. He was pressing her into the mattress, a wall of hot muscle and firm flesh, and she used her newly freed hands to explore all of his body that she could reach. The furred expanse of his chest, the hard muscle of his back. The strong lines of his neck and shoulders.
“Wanna feel you come,” he grunted, breaking away from her mouth. “How do I make you come?”
She felt strangely touched that he asked—none of the young men she’d been with had ever asked that. She was never fucking a boy her age again if this was what it was like to fuck an older man.
“My nipples,” she said. “If you could suck—”
Before she’d finished, Cal had them both up and moving, and then she found herself in his lap, being impaled on his massive cock. Her head went back as she let out a long moan—this position pushed and stretched new places, and almost immediately she could feel the new tension curling around her womb, tugging at her lungs and spine.
Cal divested her of her leotard with the same perfunctory movements as he’d used to undress himself. And then before she could even adjust to being fully seated on him or to her new nakedness, his head was bent and a hot, wet mouth was closing over one aching nipple. He sucked and Tamsin arched to push her breast into his face. He bit and her toes curled. He moved to the other one, sucking and licking, his hands now on her back to hold her close to his face while he worked.
His stubble burned and scratched at her small breasts as she began moving her hips over him, struggling to breathe properly through the sensations crowding her nervous system. His thick length buried inside her, her clit against the hard muscle of his groin. The suction of his mouth and the chafe of his stubble. Each rock of her hips brought her closer and closer, but it was the demanding tugs of his mouth on her nipples that sent her over the edge. With a choked whimper, she came, the orgasm seeming too big to come from just inside her body. It felt like it came from everywhere, like the planets and the stars had realigned themselves just to ignite this thing.
“Fuck,” Cal muttered, raising his face so he could watch hers as she fell apart. “Fucking hell, princess.”
She was still shuddering with delight, still contracting around him. “Cal,” she whispered, but that was it, that was all she had.
He waited until she was finished, holding her close and letting her work herself on his cock however she needed to make it through her climax. And then when her body finally, finally stilled, he murmured, “You come like you dance.”
“How is that?” she said, burying her face in the strong curve of his neck.
“Like magic.”
And then she was on her back again, him moving over her like a beast, rutting into her so hard and fast that a second orgasm stirred itself from the ashes of the first, biting into her with claws and teeth until she released with an agonized moan of ecstasy.