Chapter 4 Jerk Off

Erica

The kiss progresses into more in a matter of seconds. Warm hands snake up the inside of my sweater as Callan's thumbs brush over my nipples, and I shiver. "Callan," I gasp.

Still seated on the couch with Callan kneeling on the floor in front of me, I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing his body closer to mine. Pushing forward, Callan's hard cock comes into contact with the space between my legs, causing me to moan. "Oh, God."

"It feels good, doesn't it, baby?"

"Yes. So good," I shamelessly admit.

Gripping the bottom of my sweater, Callan pulls it up, past my ribs, and I raise my arms, allowing him to remove it from my body. He tosses it to the floor while drinking in the sight of me wearing a black lace bra.

Leaning forward, Callan doesn't waste any time cupping my right breast with one hand and latching his hot mouth onto my laced-covered nipple, while his other hand works the strap of my bra on the other side. Gently, he slips it over my shoulder and down my arm. When his mouth releases my nipple, he makes work of the other strap, sliding it down, and exposing both breasts. My breathing picks up, and so do my nerves. This is happening. "Callan. I..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

I don't hesitate to tell him, "No."

"We're going to take this slow. We only go as far as you want it to go," he assures me.

My nerves settle, and my body relaxes. "I want this. I do. It's just, that I've never done this and I'm not sure..."

"I'm sure enough for the both of us, baby. All you need to do is let me take care of you."

I nod. "Okay."

Callan cups both breasts in his large hands. "I've been dying to see these beautiful tits for weeks." His tongue darts out, flicking one of my taut nipples. Once he's done playing with one, he switches to the other, giving it equal attention. I arch my back and buck my hips when his teeth bite down on my sensitive flesh, causing my sex to clench and clit to throb.

"I'm going to take your pants off now, baby. You okay with that?"

I lick my lips. "Yes."

A predatory smile takes over Callan's face as he flicks the button on my jeans.

"Lay back, Erica." I do as I'm told and lay back against the couch. He then grips my jeans and tugs them over my hips and down my legs, leaving me in just my panties. His eyes darken when his gaze zeroes in on what's between my legs. "I can't wait to get my mouth on this pussy." Sliding his palms up my calves and in between my thighs, Callan spreads my legs wide. "Hold your legs open, Erica. Show me what's mine. Show me what no other man has had the pleasure of tasting or ever will." He inches his face a little closer, and I fight the urge to raise my hips. "Say it, baby. Say, I'm the only man who will have this pussy," Callan demands, his nose flaring.

"Only you, Callan."

Hooking the scrap of material covering my pussy with his finger, he moves it aside, exposing me.

"Fucking perfect." The words barely leave his mouth before his tongue takes its first taste. Not expecting the pleasure to feel this exquisite, I scream out his name. "Callan!"

As if his name on my lips fuels his hunger for me, Callan lets out a primal growl, a rumbling from deep within his chest, as he rips the panties from my body. Clutching my ass in the palms of his hands, he brings my pussy to his mouth and feasts on me. Callan licks and nips at my centre just before his tongue delves inside of me, taking all I have to give. That's it; that is all it takes for the pressure that has been building inside me to explode into his mouth. My orgasm rips through my soul as flashes of light dance behind my eyelids.

"Look at me, Erica. Open your eyes and watch." At his command, I open my eyes in time to watch as Callan reaches behind his neck, tugging his shirt off over his head, revealing the tattoo I've seen peeking through the collar of his dress shirts on several occasions. His tattoo is of two black and grey. The design is intricate and spans his whole right shoulder and over his peck. If I had to guess, I'd say the tattoo is a representation of his last name. My eyes travel south to where he is lowering the zipper of his jeans and pulling them down just enough for his length to spring free. I look on, hypnotized at the way his hand works his cock.

Curious as to how it would feel in my hands, I ask, "Can I do it?"

"You never have to ask to touch me, baby."

Reaching between my spread legs, I wrap my hand around Callan's cock. It's hard, smooth, and just as big as I imagined. I watch as a pearl of pre-cum settles at the tip, and I swipe it with the tip of my thumb, my action causing him to hiss. "Squeeze it tight, baby. Just like that." I work his cock up and down, paying close attention to his reactions. "I'm about to come. Spread your legs wider and let me cum all over that pretty pussy."

Opening my legs wider, I continue stroking him, until the head of his cock swells. Callan lets out a throated growl as jets of cum spill, covering my sex. I swear I almost come again at the sight of his warm release coating my skin.

Not caring about the sticky mess between us, Callan pulls my body against his, and I wrap my legs around his hips once more. I glide my palms up and down his sweaty back and can't resist tilting my head back and kissing his neck. It doesn't take long before I feel his cock swell once again between us. And when Callan thrusts his hips forward, the tip brushes against my clit.

Needing more, I begin to grind myself against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, as his long thick cock continues to work my clit. "That's it. Come for me again. Come all over my cock." This time Callan doesn't allow my eyes to close when my orgasm hits for a second time. He grips my chin with one hand, while he holds my body flush against his with the other, forcing my eyes to stay on his as he too crashes over the edge.