“I have the best view right now.” He wraps his lips around my clit and gently pulls, making a smacking noise as he lets go and I can’t help but move my hips in a circle over him, afraid of smothering him.
“That’s right, baby,” more smacking and pulling as he nibbles my clit and pussy lips over and over again. I clench my hands around his ribs and look down to see his very hard cock standing at attention and without giving it another moments thought, I reach down and circle him with my hand, pulling and pushing, up and down, stroking him firmly.
“Fuck!” His voice is low and hard and makes me dizzy knowing how much I turn him on. I continue to move my hips, brushing my pussy back and forth across his mouth and lean forward and take as much of his cock as I can into my mouth.
Which means I only get about half of him seated inside me because of his girth and length, but he almost jack-knifes off the bed.
“Damn, Bryn!”
“Mmm,” I murmur in agreement and begin to suck him, keeping my lips firm against the velvety skin of his dick, loving the feel of the ridge of his head moving over my lips as he slips in and out.
He slips two fingers inside me, and I lose my concentration, having to sit up, still jacking him, and fucking his face.
Dear God, I’m going to come all over his face!
“Caleb, I have to move.”
“Don’t you dare,” he growls against me, the vibrations of his voice pushing me even farther toward my release. I bear down on his fingers and feel the build up at the small of my back, my pussy clenches and I come against him, shamelessly grinding against his mouth and nose.
As my head clears, I lean down again and pull his throbbing cock into my mouth, sucking him harder and faster, jacking my hand up and down his shaft, until I can’t stand it anymore.
I need him inside me.
Now.
I pull my pussy away from his face and climb down his long torso, dragging my wetness along his chest as I go. My hips rise as I hold his dick at the root and guide him inside me, settle my knees beside his hips and ride him backwards.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Brynna.” His hands glide down my back, on either side of my spine, to my ass and hold onto my hips as I ride him ferociously, gripping and pulling on him with my muscles. I brace myself on one hand between his knees and cup his scrotum in my other hand, gently kneading and pulling on his tender balls. His hands fall from my hips to my calves and slide to my feet where he holds on, bucking up into me, meeting me with every thrust of my hips, and massages my feet with his big hands.
I’m getting a fucking foot massage while I fuck him senseless!
And it’s fan-fucking-tastic.
His right hand abandons my foot and I feel him caress the globe of my right ass cheek before he spreads me open and circles the tight rim of my anus, wet from his mouth and my own juices.
“Holy shit!” I cry out, but push back against him. The feeling is foreign and odd, and maybe a little taboo. He doesn’t push it inside me, just continues to rub against me.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he groans and I know he’s close. His sack tightens in my hand and his cock hardens even more inside me. I clench around him and sink down, succumbing to my own orgasm, rocking and shivering over him.
“Oh my god!” I call out as he lets go and comes hard inside me.
Holy shit. I had no idea sex like this existed.
We’re both panting and sweaty and I’m pretty sure I lost the feeling in my legs about ten minutes ago. I pull forward, allowing him to slide slowly out of me, and before I know it, Caleb pulls me back to him and settles me against him, tucked to his side.
“You are trying to kill me,” he mutters and kisses my forehead. “Holy fuck, Legs.”
“I couldn’t help myself,” I chuckle. “You’re just so… hot.”
He laughs and smiles down at me, those dimples of his on full-blast.
“See?” I ask and cup his face in my hand. “This is who we are, Caleb. Don’t forget that.”
He sobers and searches my eyes for a long moment before he pulls me into a strong hug, his nose pressed against my hair.
“You are the best part of my life, Bryn. Don’t you forget that.”
I smile softly and kiss his chest, my eyes heavy with fatigue.
Right back at you.
***
“That outfit you got for the concert is smokin’ hot,” Jules informs me and grins as we walk through the mall in downtown Seattle. “Oh, look! Michael Kors!”
“You need another handbag like you need another hole in your head,” Nate chuckles and kisses her temple.
“A woman can never have too many handbags, ace,” Jules informs him.
I am shopping today with Jules and Nate, Nat and Luke and Stacy. It was supposed to be a girl’s day out, but Caleb insisted we take the men along for protection and he and Matt and Isaac stayed home with the kids.
I think we got the better end of the stick.
Natalie and Luke are walking ahead of us, Luke pushing Olivia’s stroller and Nat has her arm around Luke’s waist, her hand planted firmly in the back pocket of his blue jeans.
“Hot guys pushing a stroller are really hot,” Stacy leans over and whispers to me.
“Luke Williams pushing a stroller is hot,” I respond and we giggle, shoving each other’s shoulders.
“We can hear you,” Nat calls back to us sarcastically, causing Stacy and I to fall into a fit of laughter.
“I didn’t whisper!” I call back.
“If you’re gonna marry a hot movie star,” Jules taunts Nat from behind us, holding her own hot husband’s hand, “you have to know that people are gonna ogle his hot ass.”
“He does have a nice ass,” Nat agrees and pats it with a smirk.
“I’m glad you approve, baby,” Luke murmurs down to Nat and kisses her softly.
“Gag,” Jules mutters, making me grin. “Hey guys, I have to use the little girls’ room.”
“Do you need to go to the doctor?” Nate asks. “That’s the fourth time since we’ve been in the mall.”
“No,” she waves him off. “I’ve been drinking a lot of water.”
“No, you haven’t, Julianne.” I look over my shoulder to see Nate glaring down at her.
I’m sandwiched between two of the hottest men on the planet.
The others are at my house right now.
“Come on, girls. Y’all need to freshen your lipstick.” Jules leads the way to the public restroom, leaving Nate, Luke and Livie behind.