Page 83 of Flat Out
He dragged his thumb down and circled that forbidden place until my thighs shook and the robe clung to my damp skin. Then,without warning, he pulled me upright and hauled me to my feet. His chest pressed to my back, his breath a murmur in my ear.
“You think I touched you there by accident?” His hand fisted the robe, shoving it off my shoulders in one rough motion. It pooled at my feet, leaving me bare. His mouth ghosted over the side of my throat, words hot and low. “Every time I slid my fingers into this pretty ass, every time I stretched you open until you came so perfectly for me, I was preparing you for this. For my cock. For tonight.”
I stopped breathing. I couldn’t even look at him, too undone already, but he caught my chin and forced my gaze forward.
The floor-to-ceiling mirror reflected us both: me flushed and glassy-eyed, him looming behind, shirtless and joggers hanging low on his hips, his cock straining. I bit my lip at the sight, thighs pressing together, but he kicked my feet apart with his foot and caught my wrist when I reached behind me to cup him.
“No.” His tone was lethal, sending sparks ricocheting through me. “You don’t touch. Youwatch.Watch me make you ready for the only cock that will ever own this perfect little ass.”
His other hand slid down my belly, lower, until his fingers spread me open. I gasped at the lewd reflection, at how swollen and slick I already was, dripping down his knuckles.
“Look at you,” he murmured, circling my clit with maddening precision. “So desperate, you’re leaking for it. And you’ll give me everything, won’t you? Even this.”
The shame and the thrill tangled inside me, burning hotter as his voice roughened with desire, thickening his accent. My nipples peaked in the reflection, my chest heaving helplessly as he caressed me.
“Yes,” I whispered, dazed, ruined already. “All of me. Take it all.”
Callum smirked before holding up a butt plug that had my eyes widening. My gaze locked on the black silicone toy, and I found myself licking my lips in eager anticipation.
“Bend over,” he demanded, leaving no room for argument. “Grab your ankles.”
My body obeyed before my brain caught up. The stretch in my hamstrings burned, the vulnerable curve of my spine on display, my ass open for him. My hair hung upside down, and my only view between my ankles was of his bare feet bracketing mine, and his hands roving over me.
Then came the slick sound of lube, and before I could beg, his finger pressed against my asshole. I grunted at the first push, the sudden, deliberate intrusion. My knuckles whitened around my calves, every muscle seizing—until the searing heat of arousal crashed over me and stole my breath.
“Good job, baby girl,” he rasped, easing deeper, stretching me slowly. “Feel how perfectly you take me.”
The blunt pressure gave way to a steady glide, lube slicking the path as he replaced his finger with the small plug. It slid in with agonizing inevitability, filling me, holding me open. My head snapped up to look at our reflection in the mirror, a strangled gasp ripping from my throat as my body clenched around the foreign object.
The reflection showed everything—me panting, trembling, pupils blown, thighs slick. And Christ, it only made me wetter.
“You’re dripping,” Callum said darkly, tugging me upright against his chest so the plug pressed even deeper. I gasped at the shift, heat flooding me and desire unfurling rapidly in my core until I thought I’d combust. “Your body’s begging for more, baby. And I’ll give it to you.”
His hands tore at his clothes, the sound of fabric brushing against skin. My knees went weak just from the promise of what was coming.
Before I could turn, his hand fisted in my hair, dragging me down. “On your knees.”
I dropped, barely catching myself with my palms, the carpet rough against my skin. His cock loomed thick and heavy above me, the piercing glinting in the low candlelight.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he ordered, sounding frayed and feral.
I obeyed, lips parting wide. He slid in slow at first, then deeper, until the barbell of his piercing dragged across the back of my tongue, hitting nerves that made my eyes roll back. The weight, the stretch, the salt of him overwhelmed my senses.
When he nudged the back of my throat, I gagged, a choked gasp tearing out of me. Spit leaked down my chin, and his groan thundered above me.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his grip tightening in my hair as he held me there. “Feel it, baby. Feel me claim every inch of you. Throat, ass, pussy—mine.”
I choked again, tears blurring my vision, and it only made him groan louder, hips flexing just enough to make me swallow around the thick head of him. The piercing caught, sending shocks of sensation through me until I was shaking, dripping onto the carpet. I’d already christened it with my arousal once this week, and once again my wetness smeared between my thighs, every desperate grind against nothing leaving a glistening mark beneath me.
He fucked my mouth harder, the blunt force of him sliding deep, dragging out, then plunging again until I gagged around his cock. Over and over, relentless, almost punishing. I gasped through my nose when I could, tongue swirling helplessly around the ridge of his piercing, the taste of him flooding my senses. Every time he bottomed out, the plug inside me shifted, pressing right against a certain spot that sent lightning through my spine.
It was too much. So much. My body vibrated with the overstimulation, tears streaking my cheeks, spit dripping down my chin, thighs shaking as my pussy gushed with every thrust into my throat.
“Look at you,” Callum whispered, dragging my head back for a second just to watch me cough and suck in air before shoving me down again, forcing his cock past my swollen lips. “Eyes rolling back, drool on your tits, ass stretched open for me. You’re so perfect. All. The. God. Damn.Time.” Each word was pronounced with a thrust, and I convulsed.
The plug pulsed with every twitch of my body, the friction between my swollen clit and my thighs so maddening that I nearly screamed around him. I could only choke and sob and come apart at the seams with him using me this way—his possession brutal and holy all at once.
And mon Dieu, I fucking needed it.
