Page 75 of Stella
He removes his shirt, undoes his belt buckle, then loosens his jeans; he doesn’t remove them though, and I want him naked. I need to seeallof him. Unfortunately, I seem to have lost my voice because he has me on my back and he’s looming over the top of me. His lips touch my forehead. “Are you sure you want this?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’ve never wanted anything more. But I want you naked, not half dressed.”
“If you want me naked, you have to undress me.”
“Are you always this bossy?”
He kisses me chastely. “With you? Yes.”
He slides off the bed and I sit up, my hands moving to his half open jeans as he chuckles, watching me with hooded eyes. He’s inked too, and it’s fucking hot. There’s multiple patterns with intricate swirls and color, too much for me to take in with any depth. I just know it’s hot. He hasn’t noticed my back tattoo yet because I’m still facing him, and I’ve no idea what he’ll say or do when he sees it, but I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. It’s still a little sore, but the pain will go away when he makes me come again.
Excited to see his dick for the first time, I’m all fingers and thumbs. I finally unzip him, and the trail of hair from his lower stomach disappearing into his briefs sends a shiver down my spine. “Holy fuck,” I whisper, my mouth practically watering at the sight.
“Pull them off. All the way.”
I do as he says, sitting up, yanking down his jeans to his thighs. His briefs are still on, and I stare at his hardened cock through the material, the tip peeking out as I wet my lips. My god, he’s so hot.
He peels his boots off, kicking them away, rips his socks off, then pulls his jeans off too, leaving them in a pile on the floor. And then he’s standing before me,almostcompletely naked. Cale Callaghan is one big tease. One big tease with a huge cock. Of course, he had to be big because the man is gifted in all things.
My heart quickens as he takes one of my hands, rubbing my palm over his cock. He’s so damn hard. My mouth waters at the sight of his muscles and the tattoos all over his body, only adding to his hotness.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans.
“I want to taste it,” I whisper. Before he can stop me, I yank his briefs down too, his cock springing free as I take it into my hand. Oh, holy fuck.
He’s so big that my hand barely closes around his girth. He’s long, too, and absolutely perfect. I moan as I scoot forward and dart my tongue out to lick the pre-cum from his tip as he growls. Fucking growls.
I fondle him, my eyes glued between his legs at the magnificent sight.
“I have no words for you,Detective.”
He nudges my chin, unfazed by his nakedness. I love how comfortable he is just standing there with it all hanging out. “You keep calling meDetectivein that sexy voice of yours and this’ll be over in thirty seconds.”
“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” I continue to stroke him as he watches my hand movements.
“You know how to jerk me off?” His words are so feral that it makes me throb.
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
He leans down and releases my hair tie; my tresses fall around my shoulders, and his eyes seem to darken just watching me.
I move my palm up and down his length when he can’t tear his gaze away. After a few seconds, he places his hand over mine and slows my movements. “Like this.”
I watch with fascination as we work together. With my free hand, I cup his balls, and he hisses. They’re so full that they feel ready to burst. Perfection doesn’t even cut it.
I don’t wait for him to encourage me; I take his tip again and suckle on it as my eyes find his. Slowly, I take more of him into my mouth. He’s so beautiful standing there like this, giving me full access to his body. His muscles glistening, his pulse racing and his breathing just as erratic as mine.
“Fuck, Stella,” he groans as I deepen my ministrations. One hand reaches into my hair as he grips it into a fist. Oh, yes. Inever thought I’d enjoy hair pulling until this moment, either. All these things I’m learning about myself don’t alarm me, they invigorate me.
I hollow out my cheeks, sliding back and forth as I suck his dick. It’s almost comical how he tries to remain in control. Here I am, little old me, making Cale Callaghan come undone. The feeling of rightness washes over me, rippling my skin into goosebumps. His cock is so perfect; thick and smooth and made for me. Soon I get into a rhythm and I don’t think I’ll ever erase the way he’s looking at me now; his eyes hooded, his jaw ticking, and his body completely rigid. I want him to come just like this. I want to taste him.
“What’s wrong,Detective?” I whisper coyly against his tip. “Cat got your tongue?”
He pulls away, and I fall back onto my elbows, careful not to land on my back because I’m still sore from my tattoo. Cale hasn’t noticed yet, and I really don’t even want him to see it because I’m scared he’ll stop what he’s doing. I don’t want him to stop, not now, not ever.
“No, but this pussy needs more attention before you take me or make me blow with that perfect mouth.”
