Page 104 of Unforgivable

“I bet you’ve been aching for this. Does your slutty hole need to be filled and stretched out just right?” Cal taunted, his hands working me out of my jeans and underwear faster than I could process the movement. He moved my hips back roughly so my cock didn’t make contact with the bark, his fist pumping me slowly and driving me mad.

“Get your hands off me before I scream,” I rasped, pushing back against his solid body holding me in place. He batted at my cock, causing a flash of pain to ripple up my length as precum weeped from the tip. A groan of pain and pleasure escaped, and Cal hummed in satisfaction.

“Wait until I give you something to scream about. With any luck, you’ll attract some guests and they can all watch your greedy ass get fucked just how you like it.” I heard his belt buckle clink as he loosened it and felt as he worked his own pants and boxers down. There was a soft tear of plastic, and then cold, wet fingers were pressing urgently at my pucker. I almost thrust back on them in desperate need, but I knew how much he loved the struggle.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped, my curse eliciting a sexy groan from him.

“Fuck, I love that I’m the one who dirties that mouth of yours. And I’m going to dirty your body to match.” His finger plunged into me without warning, and I yelped from the intrusion. It was incredible, but it wasn’t enough. I thrust back on it, pushing him deeper until he added a second one and scissored me open. My pleading moans and his harsh pants cut through the silence around us, the air thick and heavy. Our fabricated fight was dying out, our genuine lust and need for each other taking over.

“I’m ready. I need you inside me. Now,” I panted, clawing at the tree with impatience.

“Does my sweet boy want my cock?” Cal taunted, and the squelching noise of lube coating his length reached me. “Convince meyou want it. Beg like the needy slut you are and show me how badly you want me.”

His words licked at my skin like flames and I worried I’d combust before he filled me like I craved. “Please give it to me…give me every inch of your cock,” I pleaded, the filthy words sounding foreign on my tongue, but heating my blood further.

“Hmm, you can do better than that. Come on, make me want to stuff your hole with this big cock, Sweetness.” His slick cockhead prodded at my stretched entrance. I leaned back to try to impale myself on his shaft, but his hand landed a harsh smack on my cheek and I choked on my moan.

“Oh fff—baby, please. I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me hard and fast,” I begged, the feel of his tip sliding between my cheeks making me feral. Cal leaned forward to cover me, his hot breath feathering across my heated skin.

“Getting warmer. Tell me what you really want,” he whispered salaciously, and my eyes fluttered shut. It was illogical what I wanted, but it fell from my lips all the same.

“Wreck me, Cal…break me.” My eager plea was met with a hungry growl as he rammed into me with one brutal thrust. A cry tore from me, piercing the air as his loud groan rippled through my back.

“Holy fuck, you feel so damn good,” Cal grunted, his forehead leaning on my shoulder as he let me adjust to his solid thickness. The burning spread through my lower half from where he was stretching me impossibly wide, but I longed for it like nothing else. I started to rock my hips in an effort to get him to move, but his fingers dug into my waist hard. “Don’t you fucking dare. I’m in charge of your pleasure and the only way you’ll come is if I allow it.”

I whined from his delicious threat, my head thudding against the tree as I waited for him to give me what we both needed. He pulled out so slowly I almost screamed in frustration, but then he drove back into me and my body lit up in bliss.

“Oh yes! Just like that,” I cried. Cal began pounding into me viciously, his cock stroking every ridge inside me. The illicit thrill of doing this out in the open, fifty yards from a hundred people held me on the precipice of erotic fear. His hand found my throat again, pulling me back into his chest as he continued his sensual assault.

“Ungh fuck…you like that, sweet boy? This what you wanted? Yeah, take it…fuck, you’re so tight.” Obscene words poured from his mouth and I loved every one of them. I was addicted to his filth and it sparked an inferno in my groin. He drove in faster, the sound of flesh slapping was sharp and loud in the warm air.

“More, give me more…harder. Cal, yes!” I shouted, far beyond caring if anyone could hear us. A sick part of me wanted them to hear it, wanted them to know who made my body sing. Abruptly, Cal pulled out and I cried out from the emptiness. He pulled me down and I twisted to see him lie down on his back.

“Come here,” Cal commanded, legs bent and feet braced on the dirt. “Crawl over me, face front.” I scrambled to do as he said, swinging my leg over him and bracing my hands on his raised knees as I sank onto his rigid shaft. He let out a guttural groan and I threw my head back, letting the feel of him seep into every pore on my skin.

“Ride me, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick and make yourself come,” Cal commanded gruffly, and the endearment was enough to set me off. I lifted myself up and slammed back down on his length, a shout tearing from my throat. I started bouncing on his cock, his strong hands banded around my waist to help maneuver me just right. In this position, my prostate was being jabbed with each pass and it was pure euphoria. We were a chorus of moans, curses, and cries that intensified the closer we got to that blissful end.

“Yes yes yes, oh my god…I’m close, so close baby,” I sobbed, sweat drenching me as the fire inside shot down my spine. My orgasm was tantalizingly close, I only needed something to push me over.

“Fuck, me too. Holy shit…get there first. Come for me and milk my cock with this ass. Fuck the cum out of me,” Cal mindlessly grunted, thrusting up into me like his personal cocksleeve. I was a breath away from falling over that glorious edge. I wrapped my hand around my swollen cock, pumping it furiously in time with his thrusts.

“Oh god, I’m coming, I’m co—” My release slammed into me, stealing my breath as ropes of white shot from my tip, coating the ground. Cal’s movements stuttered and I felt hot, wet heat fill my hole.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Rhys! Shit!” Cal shouted, plunging into me hard two more times as my hole clenched and drained him of every drop. Cum pulsed from his throbbing length, flooding me so much that I felt it spill from me. Our sounds died down to harsh pants, breaths sawing in and out of us as we came back down from our mutual highs. I collapsed forward, leaning on his knees that were shaking under my arms.

Cal helped me lift myself off him, falling next to him on the cold ground, but I could barely feel it. I was on a cloud floating somewhere overhead, the pleasure he brought me making me weightless. Slowly, I came back to myself. I was cradled in the crook of his arm, head resting on his chest while peace settled over us.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked in a silky soft voice. His fingers sifted through my damp hair, and I purred from the gentle act.

“Never better,” I slurred, feeling more drunk now than I had earlier.Is this what they mean by cum-drunk? Does it still count if you don’t actually drink the cum? Nevermind, too tired to think of that…

“We’ve gotta get up, Rhys. We can’t stay out here,” Cal said, sitting up and yanking my tired body with him. My head lolled onto his shoulder, and I blinked up at him dazedly.

“M’tired. Can’t move,” I mumbled, nuzzling into his neck. Cal’s soundless chuckle vibrated against my lips.

“So you’d be okay with me carrying your thoroughly fucked ass through the party and upstairs to the room?” My eyes popped wide at the embarrassing image, and I stumbled quickly to my feet.

“Nope, I’m up! I’m on my feet. I’ll walk. No carrying required,” I stated, much more alert than before. Cal just laughed and climbed to his feet, pulling up his boxers and jeans after he wiped himself off with the inside of his shirt. He tried to help me right my own clothes, but I scrunched my nose at the sensation of cool cum sliding down my thigh. Cal pulled out a napkin from his back pocket, smirking.

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