by Katy Kaylee
I thought I looked good. Would Cal think the same?
My heart felt like it was going to fly out of my chest by the time I pulled up to his house. I’d been here a few times before, but not nearly so often as he’d been over to my house. I wanted to know every inch of this place, just like I wanted to know every inch of him.
Cal opened the front door and froze—not for long, just momentarily, but it was enough. I saw his gaze trailing over my body and flushed hot. It was the encouragement that I needed. Cal was seeing me as an adult, not as a child, and I couldn’t stop the excitement from thrumming in my veins like a fresh shot of alcohol.
Cal’s jaw worked for a second, like he was caught off-guard and not sure what to say. “C’mon in,” he said, pulling the door open further. “You certainly clean up nice. Got somewhere to be?”
“No,” I replied simply. I could’ve added a line about how I got dressed up for him, but I decided to just leave it at that and let him do the math.
Cal led me through the house to a spare room that just held artwork. “I don’t actually do the art in here, but I store it here,” he said. “Good temperature control and all that. Over here are my smaller pieces… something that would fit in a college dorm, right? Something that’ll fit right in with the band posters?”
I laughed, and Cal grinned like he felt triumphant. He walked over, gesturing at the neatly lined-up rows of paintings and sketches. Cal worked in different types of media, but I’d always liked his paintings best. They were these explosions and explorations of color that I could stare at for hours. I wasn’t an art history person, not like my roommate Natalie. I couldn’t explain the brushwork or the meaning of the piece. All I knew was how Cal and his artwork made me feel.
“Which one do you like?” Cal asked.
This was it. This was the moment. I’d never get a better chance at this.
“I like you best,” I told him.
Cal stared at me for a second, and I could see the moment that everything clicked into place in his head. “Maggie,” he said, and his voice was rough in a way that I’d never heard it before.
I shivered. “Can I choose you?” I asked, my voice coming out as a whisper. I reached up, toying with the buttons on my blouse, as if I’d start undoing them. Cal’s gaze tracked my movement, his eyes getting darker and darker until the green of them was almost completely swallowed up by the deep black of his pupils.
Cal swept his tongue over his bottom lip—it was a nervous habit, I’d noticed, but it was also damn sexy. “I appreciate the compliment,” he said, his voice a little hoarse, “but that would be… entirely inappropriate.”
“Well good.” I undid the top button of my blouse, trailing my fingers over my body, and then took a step towards him. “Because nothing appropriate happens in my fantasies about you.”
I had never been so daring before, but then, I’d never wanted anyone so badly before. This moment had been years in the making. It was go big or go home, and no way was I going home.
I walked up to Cal, who was standing still and stiff as a board. When I got closer I could feel him vibrating slightly, like it was taking everything in him to keep from reaching out and touching me. I undid another button on my blouse, and a noise escaped him.
“Maggie.” I’d never heard my voice on his lips like that, hoarse and rough and barely tethered. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”
“I’m showing you that I’m not a child anymore.” I slid my hands up his chest to his shoulders, then back down again, until I was teasing the waist of his pants.
“Trust me, I noticed already,” Cal replied.
“Oh, you noticed?”
Cal looked away, and I could see him swallow. He looked like he was praying for patience. “You really look… you look… amazing, but you didn’t have to get all dressed up like this for me to notice that you’d grown up.”
Well, that was unexpected. But in the best kind of way.
“Then show me,” I whispered. I could barely recognize myself as I said these things, but the way that Cal groaned as I pressed myself up against him was all the courage that I needed.
I kissed his jaw, once, twice, three times, working my way up… pressed my body further against his, rubbing my thumbs underneath the waist of his pants…
“Please,” I whispered, right up against his skin. “Cal… you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about you… getting wet for you…”
Cal gave a final groan, and it was like his body snapped, like a rubber band stretched too far. He grabbed me, hauling me against him, and seized my hair in one hand, tugging, holding my face in place as he kissed me with savage passion.
Oh, yes.
It was everything that I’d hoped it would be. I gasped into his mouth as Cal’s tongue slid against mine, raking over the roof of my mouth, twisting and fucking in and out of me—the same way his cock will fuck in and out of me soon, I thought, shivering. I clawed at his shoulders, trying to draw him ever-closer to me.
Cal yanked at my clothes like he wanted to rip them off me, then seemed to suddenly change his mind. He pushed me back, back, back until I hit the wall, and then he grabbed my thighs in his hands and shoved my legs apart.
Oh God. I was so wet I could hardly stand it, and I mewled helplessly at the display of strength and dominance. This had been something I’d thought about, the idea that Cal was experienced, that he knew exactly what he was doing. No fumbling or any of that other nonsense that inexperienced, younger men would have. God, no, Cal was undoing my pants as he kissed my neck like he had already memorized exactly how to make my body melt.
Then he sank to his knees, and I nearly collapsed with how turned on I was.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Cal crooned, looking up at me with wicked eyes as he pulled my clothes off, baring my legs, baring everything.
When I’d thought about this, I had never dared to think—I’d thought about Cal teaching me how to go down on him, about him patiently guiding me as I learned to take his cock in my mouth, but I’d never really thought to consider the alternative.
But now Cal was kissing his way up my thighs, using his teeth to nip at my skin, and I could only dive my fingers into his thick, surprisingly soft dark hair and hold on as my knees went weak.
Cal chuckled against my hot, trembling skin as he began to lick up through my folds. I cried out and he chuckled even harder, the vibrations traveling up through me. It was a good thing, I realized, that we were alone in this big house, and that the neighbors weren’t too close by. Hopefully nobody would be able to hear me as I sobbed and screamed nonsense—and Cal’s name.
Cal was relentless, licking up through my folds like he was starving and I was delicious, like I was a long-sought-after dessert. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue and I tugged on his hair as electric pleasure shot through me. I had touched myself, of course, and figured out what I liked when it came to fingers. I’d even gotten a dildo so that I could test it on myself, prepare my body for an actual cock. But there was no way to imitate the feeling of someone’s mouth on me and this was an entirely new and overwhelming sensation.
I cried out again and tried to bite my lip, feeling embarrassed with all the noise I was making, but Cal pulled back. “I like to hear you,” he assured me. His voice sounded rougher than usual. It’s from him eating you out, my brain supplied, and I just about melted all over again. It was a wonder I was still able to stand. “You make the prettiest goddamn noises.”
Oh, God. That turned me on even more, to know that he thought I sounded hot. I wasn’t even trying to, I was just reacting naturally to how it felt. The idea of being hot for Cal, of being sexy to him, lifted me up like just about nothing else.
Cal winked at me and went back to it, rubbing his tongue determinedly against my clit. He wasn’t teasing anymore, relentless in his pursuit of my climax, and I spilled over with a muffled sob, my knees buckling.
I barely had time to gasp, my chest heaving, be
fore I was being picked up and turned, laid out on the floor. Cal unbuckled his pants and I honest-to-God whimpered as he pulled his cock out. My mouth watered. It was so thick and hard, and I wanted it inside of me so very badly.
“You want to taste this, baby girl?” he teased me, stroking his cock a few times.
God, yes, I did, I wanted him to slide it into my mouth until I choked.
“Maybe next time, if you’re good,” Cal said, smirking, and then he was spreading my legs again.
He bent down to kiss me as he lined himself up, and I was seized by the deep, carnal desire for him to know—to know that he was my first.
“I’ve never done this with anyone before,” I whispered to him right before he slid inside of me. “I’m a virgin.”
And then he was fucking into me, his thick cock spreading me wide, and I sure as hell wasn’t a virgin anymore.
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