Give It To Me

by Desiree Holt

  As her orgasm began to take her, he yanked his fingers out of her ass, spread her cunt wide and rammed himself home. He nearly passed out from the feeling, like a tight, wet glove clenching his cock.

  “Fuck me, Sam,” Callie screamed. “Do it. Give it to me right now.”

  He pounded into her, feeling the pull and drag of her flesh as he moved in and out. His cock was bathed in her juices, and he had to grit his teeth as she convulsed around him.

  “You didn’t come,” she accused, when the last of the spasms had died down. “What are you waiting for?”

  “This.” He pulled out of her, spread the cheeks of her ass and pressed the head of his dick against her anus. He stopped when just the head was in. “You okay, baby?”

  “Just do it, Sam. Now.”

  Her words incited him, and he shoved, past the tight muscles, into the hot, dark channel, until every inch of him was inside her ass. Hot. That’s all he could think. Jesus, she was going to burn him alive. She was yelling something, but he didn’t know or care what it was. He began pumping into her, harder and harder, and he could tell by her body that she was going to climax again.

  In what seemed like seconds he felt his balls draw up, his cock flex and he began jetting his cum into her. Thick spurts filled her ass. And under him Callie was bucking again, overcome with yet another orgasm, while screaming his name.

  ****

  Callie was sure she was dead. Every muscle in her body felt as if it has been stretched beyond its limit, and her vaginal sheath and clit felt ravaged. That was the only word for it. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had, each one more powerful than the one before it.

  Taking Sam’s cock in her ass had been the ultimate sexual experience. And even though she’d gone off just before he plunged into her, feeling his cock burning its way into her ass had thrown her into another harder one. Now she just lay trussed up over the pillows, dragging air into her lungs and hoping her heart would slow its racing before it burst out of her chest.

  Sam reached up past her shoulders to release the cuffs on her wrists, took a deep breath and slowly eased his cock out of her ass. Another minute and her ankles were free, and Sam was pulling her against him. She could feel his heart beating harder than her own.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he cuddled her against his long, hard body. He’d done that all night, she realized, cuddled and caressed her, and in the midst of the raunchiest sex she could imagine, treated her with care and dignity. She sure wouldn’t have gotten that from Derek. Or any of the other jerks she dated, for that matter.

  She twisted her fingers through the hair on his chest. “Sam?”

  “Yeah, sugar?” His voice sounded as if he’d dragged it up from a deep well.

  “Thank you.”

  “For?”

  “For giving me the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

  “My pleasure,” he said softly and pressed his lips to hers.

  His tongue again swept inside, licking the inner walls of her mouth, but this was more tender than heated. As if he wanted another taste of every one of her orifices. Well, she had a little present for him, too, something she’d been dying to do all night.

  After a few minutes, she managed to push herself up. “We need showers,” she told him. “I want to take a shower with you.”

  He groaned but sat up and swung his legs off the bed. “I don’t know where you found the energy to even think about it.”

  “Come on.” She headed for the bathroom. “You’ll feel a lot better afterwards.

  “And then we’ll take a long nap.”

  “Exactly what I was thinking.” She twitched her ass at him as she walked ahead of him.

  Her shower was oversized, big enough for the two of them to stand comfortably, and the hot water jetting over their bodies felt good. When they’d soaped up and rinsed off, Callie pressed herself against Sam’s body and pushed him against the shower wall.

  “What?” He frowned at her.

  “My treat this time. I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

  She scraped her nails over his nipples and took them one at a time into her mouth, sucking hard on each tiny bud. She bit down lightly, forcing a soft moan from his lips.

  “Callie...”

  “Shh. Just let me do this.”

  With the water still pounding down on them, she kissed her way down his abdomen until she reached the base of his cock. She licked it from root to tip, then closed one hand around it while the other sought his balls. Very lightly she began to tickle them, teasing them with the tips of her fingers, pulling at the fine hair that covered them

  “Jesus, Callie.” He reached down and wrapped his fingers in her hair. “You’re gonna kill me. I don’t think I’ve got anything left.”

  “Oh, I’ll bet you do. Just lean against the wall and let me play.”

  She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, her fingers still teasing his balls. Then she opened her mouth and slid it down his thick shaft. He jerked in her hands, but she kept her fingers and lips firmly anchored. Settling herself, she began slowly sliding her mouth up and down on his cock, pumping him with one hand while the other still played with his balls.

  She was rewarded with another moan as Sam took her head, moving it to show her how he liked it, how fast, how slow, how to use her mouth on him. Then he just leaned back and let her go to town.

  Sucking him, knowing she had control over his body—knowing he wanted her to do this—gave her the greatest feelings of power. She felt herself getting hot again and tamped the feeling down. This was just for Sam, for giving her such a great birthday present.

  He thrust his hips, pushing himself deeper into her mouth, further down her throat. Her mouth stretched as wide as she could get it, stuffed so full she was breathing through her nose. Then she felt it—the tightening in his balls, the pulsing beginning at the root of his cock. She pumped and sucked harder, cupping his balls and milking them. And he came, spurting like a geyser, a thick stream of cum that hit the back of her throat and slid its way into her body.

  She thought he’d never stop coming, her name a harsh sound bursting from his lips, his body jerking and pumping, until she’d sucked the last drop from him. She stood up, licking her lips, not quite hiding the grin on her face.

  “You’re a devil, you know that?” Sam reached out to pull her close, his chest still heaving.

  “Now it’s time to take a nap.

  ****

  Callie came awake slowly, fighting her way up from a deep, embracing sleep. When she tried to move, she realized something was wrong. Opening one eye, she saw Sam lying between her legs, holding her thighs apart and licking the smooth surface of her mound. Then she discovered her hands were cuffed again and tied to the headboard. She wasn’t sure whether she should laugh or say thank you.

  “Hi,” was what she finally managed.

  “Hi yourself.” He flicked his eyes at the handcuffs. “I didn’t want you to wake up and do anything to interfere with my task.”

  “Your task?”

  “Uh huh.” He had the tiny Rocket again, buzzing it against her labia as he swiped lazy strokes of his tongue the length of her slit. “I’m very busy here.”

  “So you are.” Her voice was breathless. “I thought my birthday celebration was over.”

  “This is sort of like the frosting you put on the cake, sugar. Besides, I woke up craving another taste of you.” He lapped at her again. “Carolina Michaels, you have the prettiest, tastiest cunt I’ve ever seen. I’m getting addicted to the taste of apricots. And your little clit, it’s still so swollen from last night. Just looking at it makes me hard.” He bent and grazed it lightly with his teeth.

  The vibrator was driving her crazy, buzzing every place but where she needed it. And Sam’s tongue was like a feather drifting in the wind, barely there, just enough to torment her. She felt herself beginning to cream again and pushed her hips at him. His tongue thrust into her hole, lapping her
up, easing the aching need. She pulled at the handcuffs, trying to get herself loose, then tried to squeeze her legs together. But Sam, the clever devil, had her just where he wanted her, splayed out and helpless.

  “I never did get to eat you until you came, sugar, so I figured we’d start off the day with it.”

  And then he bent to his task with great fervor. The Rocket moved everywhere, and his tongue followed its path, tasting her flesh inside and out. When he pressed the vibrator against her clit, nearly sending her into overdrive, he licked the tip of the fleshy nub at the same time. Heat shot through her body like liquid fire.

  “Please,” she begged. “Oh, Sam, please.”

  “Please what, sugar?”

  “Please make me come.”

  “Tell me how you want it, Callie. Let me hear you say the words.”

  “Eat me, Sam. Fuck me with your tongue.” She drew in a deep breath. “And Sam?”

  “Yeah, sugar?”

  “Fuck my ass with your fingers, too.”

  Sam chuckled. “I think I’ve unleashed a monster here.”

  “No more talking,” she howled. Fuckmefuckmefuckme.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  He slid two fingers into her pussy, scooping out some of the copious cream dripping from her, and slid the fingers into her ass. She took him so easily this time, with hardly any burning sensation, and she shoved her ass down to impale herself.

  And then his tongue went to work again, and his lips, and his teeth. Sucking, biting, grazing, nipping, stabbing in and out of her vagina like a thin cock. She hunched against the fingers in her ass, against his mouth in her cunt, seeking relief as the heat built and built and built.

  “Now!” she screamed at him.

  He shoved three fingers into her and sucked hard on her clit, and she poured into his mouth. Her body convulsed again and again and again, until she was sure she’d never stop.

  Then it was over, and she lay gasping, her body quivering, heart pounding. Sam crawled up the bed to release the handcuffs, then pulled her tight against him, wrapping his arms around her. He brushed her hair away from her face and placed soft kisses on her cheeks and forehead, soothing her until her breathing returned to normal and her heartbeat stopped racing like an engine.

  “So, Callie, was your birthday celebration everything you wanted it to be?”

  “Oh, yes, Sam. It was wonderful.” She snuggled back against him. “Thank you very much.”

  “Not sorry you asked me?”

  She frowned. “Why would I be sorry?” Was he sorry? Her stomach gave a tiny lurch. “Are you?”

  “Hell, no. I’m just checking because, see, I have the next two days off. It’s the weekend, so I know you won’t be working. I thought maybe we’d take this celebration through Sunday.” His fingers were idly playing with her nipples, twisting them and lightly pulling on them. “I’ll bet there’s plenty we haven’t tried yet.”

  She looked at him, her body already heating just from his attention to her breasts. “You mean it? You want to spend the next two days with me? Have more sex with me?”

  He smiled at her. “Callie, I think I might like to do this with you forever, but we’re just getting to know each other. I’d like to start with the next two days and see where it goes?”

  She bent her head and bit his nipple, drawing a hiss of breath from him. “Sounds great to me.”

  “Maybe we could visit Diana and see if she has some more toys you’d like to try. How does that sound?”

  Now her pussy was beginning to drip, and that little pulse was beating its tattoo inside the walls of her vagina. “That sounds terrific.”

  “After that we could go out for dinner. I know this place kind of out of the way that’s got great food, the atmosphere’s very dark, and some of the tables are set in little alcoves where hardly anyone can see you.”

  “I’d like that.”

  His fingers had left her breasts and moved to her mound. With a casualness that belied the slight tremor in his hands, Sam probed at the top of her slit to find her clitoris and began massaging it in lazy circles. Callie shifted restlessly. She could already feel liquid drip onto her thighs, and her empty sheath ached for something to satisfy its need.

  “Would you like this?” He bent his head and traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. “Let’s put those tricky little balls back inside you, you get dressed without any underwear and walk around with me like that.”

  Heat bubbled in the pit of her stomach, and the new dark thrill chased itself over her body. She could already imagine herself so hot they might even have to skip dinner.

  “One more thing?”

  His fingers were pulling on her clit now, doing that dragging thing that pulled her right to the edge, and she could hardly concentrate. “What is it?

  “No underwear. Nope, no argument, Callie. Leave off the bra and panties.”

  “Why?” Just the sound of his deep voice with its wild suggestions drove her higher.

  “Because in the restaurant, where no one knows what we’re doing and you can’t scream, I’m going to fingerfuck you under the table and make you come. Right out in public.”

  Her internal muscles contracted and fresh cream gushed from her onto his toying fingers. “Y-you are?”

  “That’s one of my fantasies, Callie. Are you up for it?”

  Was she? Could she walk that far on the wild side? She felt Sam gather the liquid she was spilling and slide his fingers down to her ass, painting her anus with her juices.

  “Callie? Too wild for you?”

  “No. It makes me hot just to think of it.” And if you don’t fuck me pretty soon, I’m going to leap up and impale myself on your cock.

  “Good.” He kissed her, a long, demanding kiss, sucking her tongue, licking the inside of her lips, until she thought she’d never breathe again. “I can see a lot of adventures for us together, Carolina Michaels. But first...”

  “Yes?” No more teasing, Sam. Please.

  “First I’m going to fuck you in the ass. What do you say to that?”

  She looked at him with passion-glazed eyes and smiled.

  “Give it to me, Sam. Just give it to me.”