Antonia
“Tell me what you want,” Cal said. He dragged his lips along Antonia’s cheek, drifting over to her mouth and lingering over her lips without ever meeting them.
Antonia whined deep in her throat, desperate for Cal to finally give in and kiss her. It took all her power to restrain herself from reaching up and tugging him down onto her mouth, but she held herself back. She needed him to choose to kiss her, to prove that he wanted it.
“Tell me what you fucking want,” Cal said again. His mouth hovered over hers stubbornly, his warm breath caressing her face while his fingers traced gentle lines on her stomach.
“I want your cock,” Antonia whispered. She licked her lips, which burned with the desire to touch Cal’s. “I want it so fucking bad.”
Cal chuckled and leaned forward, and for a beautiful moment Antonia thought she was about to be kissed, but instead he moved at the last second and gave a short peck on the tip of her nose. Despite her disappointment, Antonia giggled, only laughing louder when Cal began to tickle her ribcage. “Stop, stop,” she protested in between chuckles, fighting to keep her voice low so they wouldn’t wake either of the boys.
“Mm, I don’t think so,” Cal said, grinning sharply above her. His eyes shone with a kind of merriment. He snaked his hands under her back to undo the clasp of her bra. “Yeah, let me see these beautiful tits,” he muttered as he slid her bra and shirt off of her body, leaving her topless and quivering underneath him.
“You like them?” Antonia asked. She’d meant to sound sexy and teasing, but her question came out uncertain, wavering a little bit on the last word.
“What do you think?” Cal said. His mouth and hands traveled down to her breasts, and he squeezed one while he teased the nipple of the other with the tips of his teeth.
Antonia’s body felt like it was on fire, but a little bit of hope in her heart flickered out—Cal had avoided her question. This is just sex, she reminded herself. She rubbed the back of Cal’s skull as he licked and pulled more forcefully on her nipple. He’s not going to treat me nice. He’s not going to bullshit me. I should be grateful for that.
Antonia pushed those thoughts of her mind and decided instead to focus on the blissful warmth of Cal’s body on top of her, the sensation of his hands squeezing and pulling and pushing her in whatever position he wanted her in. “Get out of this fucking shirt,” Antonia demanded. She pulled on the button-down shirt Cal was wearing, tearing it off his back. “I want to see you,” she added. She reached up to pull his head back toward her face so she could sink her teeth into the side of his neck.
“Fuck,” Cal groaned under his breath, growling into her ear. He gathered a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up to encourage her to bite him harder. “Yes. Yes, baby, fuck.”
Antonia dragged her nails up and down Cal’s back, digging into his skin until he hissed in pain. Good, Antonia thought as she bit and sucked harder on the base of his neck. He needs to feel me. He needs to memorize what this feels like, having me in control for a change.
She finally got a good grip on his waist and bore down with all her weight until she flipped them over. Now she straddled him and pressed him as hard into the mattress as he had done to her a minute earlier. Cal’s hands were still in her hair, but his grip was softer now, as were his eyes, which gazed up at her almost sleepily. He looked so relaxed, his body willingly sinking under her weight, pressing down into the pillow beneath his head. His hands drifted down to her hips and he stuck his fingers into the waistband of her pants, pulling slightly but otherwise not making a motion to get her out of her jeans. Antonia had the power here, she realized. He wasn’t going to tell her what to do. If she wanted to bail right now, walk out and never talk about it ever again, he’d let her.
But her was throbbing, her pulse reverberating inside of her, begging to touch something real and hard and full of desire for her. She needed his cock inside of her, but not yet. She wasn’t going to rush things this time. Right now, she was going to explore Cal’s body from top to bottom, dominating it as thoroughly as possible, wringing out every moan she could possibly extract from the gorgeous man beneath her.
“You fucking want me?” she grunted, pushing Cal’s head to one side to expose more vulnerable skin to bite and kiss and lick and suck. She marked him up all over his neck and collarbone, staining his skin with dark purple marks. Those will be a bitch to cover up in the morning, she thought. She smiled, proud of herself for creating reminders of their encounter that Cal wouldn’t be able to dismiss from his mind so easily.
Cal swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly in his throat as he nodded. “Yeah. I want that tight cunt again.”
“Hmm?” Antonia said. She pulled her head away from Cal’s and stared down at him from her higher vantage point. “You better treat it right, then. Get me ready.”
Cal’s hand immediately sprang into action, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans and struggling with them until he got them pushed down to her knees. Antonia decided to give him a break and kick them off the rest of the way. A groan escaped from deep in her throat as his fingers slid under the edge of her underwear and played around in the wetness between her legs. “Oh, God,” she muttered, letting her eyes fall shut to focus more intensely on the sensations Cal’s fingers were drawing from inside of her. Heat sparked up her spine, and she couldn’t keep herself from rotating her hips around, practically riding his hand, grunting quietly under her breath.
“You’re so wet,” Cal murmured softly. His fingers drifted down to her hole and gently poked inside. “So fucking wet. You’ve been thinking about me all day?”
Antonia scoffed. “Yeah, right. You wish,” she said, even though it was sort of a lie. She bit her lip as Cal’s fingers dipped deeper inside of her, curling a little as he began to thrust in and out. “Fuck…” Antonia sighed out. She arched her back so that her torso draped over Cal’s and sunk her arm deeper into the mattress to brace her weight as she thrusted her over Cal’s hand.
“So tight,” Cal murmured. He wrapped his hand around the back of Antonia’s head and pulled her forward until she was looking directly into his eyes, mere centimeters away from his face. “So fucking tight.”
“You better open me up,” Antonia muttered, keeping her distance from Cal’s mouth but unable to keep her eyes from drifting down to his lips. They looked so tempting, so fucking sweet. She just wanted to pull on them, bite them, suck them deep into her mouth to taste as much of him as possible. But no, she couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t betray her real desires to him, even if he knew exactly what her pussy wanted.
Cal shoved his fingers in deeper and moved around in circles. Antonia’s thighs trembled. Her spine arched almost painfully as he brushed up against the most sensitive spot on her inner wall. She grunted out, burying her face in Cal’s neck. She sucked on the skin underneath his ear and relished the sound of the moans that ripped from his throat, louder than ever before.
Antonia moved her hips faster, rolling them as far as they could go as she pulled herself off Cal’s fingers and then sank back down onto them, over and over again. “Yeah, fuck me,” she murmured into his warm neck. She wrapped her hand around the back of Cal’s head just to have something to hold on to as she accelerated her pace, going faster and faster until she was practically bouncing in the palm of Cal’s hand.
Cal’s mouth found her shoulder and sucked hard on the bone like he was trying to consume her marrow. His other hand drifted down from her head and rubbed over her back until he finally reached her ass. He growled into her skin and bit harder. Antonia cried out hoarsely while he pulled at the hem of her underwear, yanking at it until it snapped and fell away. Cal grabbed one of her ass cheeks and squeezed it hard then slapped her ass and forced her deeper onto his fingers.
“Yeah, fucking take it, baby,” Cal growled into her flesh. His tongue danced down her shoulder and then his teeth bit down her arm. He sped up his finger-fucking without warning, shoving in and out of her faster and harder and encouraging her to move her hips more forcefully by spanking her ass several times in quick succession. Smack. Smack. Smack. Heat radiated from the skin of Antonia’s ass to her pussy, making her hole quiver around its prize.
This is what she wanted, what she hungered for in the middle of a thousand lonely nights when she’d woken up alone, wishing her life had gone differently. But this was real. It was happening. Cal kept biting down on her arm, sucking hard enough to leave a mark and sending sparks of pleasure deep down into her bones, making her feel like her skeletal system itself was vibrating with newfound energy. She never wanted it to stop.
But she still needed more. She needed to take back the power she felt she lost the night before. She needed to prove to Cal that she wasn’t one to be fucked with. She wasn’t one to be toyed with and ignored.
Antonia reached down and yanked Cal’s fingers out of her. He whined slightly in protest when she pulled her mouth away from his neck and shoulder, but then lifted her hips to hover above his face.
“What do you want from me?” Cal asked. He licked his lips and stared up at Antonia’s cunt, which was flushed with heat as her blood pumped faster inside of her, making her acutely aware of parts of her that she didn’t usually even think of.
“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to,” Antonia said, parroting back Cal’s command from earlier. She dropped her hips, pressing her wet pussy lips against Cal’s mouth, and rubbed back and forth until he opened up, brushing his tongue against her hot hole.
Antonia moaned out. She rolled her hips back and forth until she got Cal’s tongue on her clit and his lips sucked the sensitive area around it.
Cal moaned into her pussy and his eyes sparkled with mischievous enjoyment as he ran the length of his tongue over her. To Antonia, it felt like his tongue was generating an electric current right in the center of her pussy, sparks shooting out in wild bursts.
“Fucking do it. Eat me out,” Antonia grunted. She clenched Cal’s head harder to brace herself as she fucked his face, moaning a shade too loudly as his tongue slipped inside of her, spreading her open wider, licking up the juices that flowed from her arousal.
Cal’s gripped her ass, squeezing and pulling her skin whenever he wasn’t spanking her, reminding her that he could still turn the tables at any moment if he wanted to. God, that idea got Antonia hot, too. I want to suck his cock, she realized as she grinded herself down harder onto his mouth. I want to suck him until he blacks out from desire to fuck me.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Antonia’s ass was on fire by this point from Cal’s spanking, but the pain only made her wetter, and her hole clenched around Cal’s tongue while her clit sizzled like a little point of concentrated heat, a little star shining from inside of her. It was growing larger and larger, getting hotter and hotter by the second, becoming so intense that some part of Antonia became frightened. Let’s stop this now, a little scared voice inside of her said. I don’t know if I can take this. I don’t know if I can handle all of these big feelings inside of me. I haven’t felt them in so long.
But when she tried to pull her hips away from Cal’s mouth, his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her in place even as his tongue went still, suspended in place right outside of her hole. His eyes drifted up to meet hers, silently asking permission to keep going. Antonia cleared her throat and wiped some of the sweat off her forehead. Her leg muscles burned with exertion as she braced her weight on her knees, keeping her hips totally still above Cal’s face. She considered her options for a moment. She could back off, tell Cal to stop, and promise herself never to do this again. She’d be safe that way. She’d never have to feel this way again. She’d never have to confront the beautiful terrifying power between her legs, the potential energy there that scared her more than anything that Cal could ever do or say.
Fuck that. She lowered her pussy back down again so that her clitoral region collided with Cal’s willing and ready tongue, her most sensitive nerve endings getting ample attention while the hand on her ass drifted forward between her legs, his fingers finding her hole again. Fuck that, I need this. I can’t keep hiding away from what I want. I can’t keep lying to myself. I need to be fucked. I deserve it.
“Suck me, baby,” she grunted out, moving her hips back and forth to start up a rhythm. Cal’s fingers slid deep inside of her and curled to find that one special spot. His tongue swirled around her clit, rubbing it this way and that, making her feel things that she’d never felt before. Her body felt like it was being remolded, all of her baggage ripped away to make room for the star expanding inside of her, the light that grew larger and larger in between her legs.
Cal’s probed the sensitive spot on her pussy wall in circles. His tongue thrust faster. Antonia whined almost pathetically, although at this point she was well beyond shame. She didn’t care if she sounded stupid. She didn’t even care if it turned Cal off. This was about her right now, her pleasure, her body. She wanted to discover the limits of her body, to find out what sensitivities lurked under her skin that were not emerging from Cal’s touch. She wanted to transgress all the rules she’d set for herself, everything she’d told herself she had to be in order to be a good mother. She wanted to be more than that tonight. She wanted to take the shape of all of her potential identities, all at once. I’m a warrior, she thought as she took Cal’s fingers in deeper, grunting in satisfaction as his tongue made teasing circles over her clit. I’m a giver. I’m a taker. I’m generous and I’m hungry and I’m sexy and I’m fucking sex-starved and I deserve to be everything that I am, all at the same time.
Cal’s fingers fucked into her faster, his tongue matching the pace while his lips sucked on her clit, making her feel like her entire body was burning in the most delicious way imaginable. She grunted out. She rolled her hips wildly despite the pain in her knees. It didn’t matter. Her body could take it. She knew it. If she was strong enough to give birth, she was strong enough to take this pleasure and make it her own.
Her hair was a sweaty mess by now, clinging to her face, so for a long moment she couldn’t see anything, all of her surroundings obscured by a brownish blur. She pushed the hair away from her face and her eyes fell back down to meet Cal’s viciously focused gaze. He was staring at her as intensely as anyone had ever looked at her before in her life, gazing unblinkingly with such passion that Antonia almost had to avert her eyes. Almost. It was like staring into the sun, but somehow she thought that this wouldn’t make her go blind. Instead, it felt like she was seeing something for the first time, like a secret had been revealed to her.
He’s a giver, too, Antonia realized. That’s what she was seeing in Cal’s eyes: a desperation to please. He wanted to make her come. No, that wasn’t quite right. He needed to.
That was the thought that took her over the edge. “Oh! Oh, fuck! Fuck me! Yes!” Antonia cried out. She tossed her head back and bit down on her own hand to suppress a scream as the star of pleasure inside of her blew apart, sending amazingly pure sparks of sensation up and down her legs, echoing inside her pussy as it went into spasms around Cal’s fingers.
Antonia’s hips jerked forward on their own, involuntarily thrusting back and forth several times before coming to standstill, her cunt still gripping hard on Cal’s fingertips. “Shit,” she groaned. She pulled back a little so she wasn’t suffocating Cal then let herself collapse on top of him. “Shit, that was…fuck…”
Cal pulled his fingers out of her pussy, his hand coming up to grip her shoulder instead, and for a moment Antonia was certain that she was about to be shoved off him, maybe even pushed to the floor.
But that didn’t happen. Instead, Cal’s hand drifted down her naked back, petting over her spine for a couple seconds before drifting to the sensitive skin of her ass. Antonia thought maybe he was trying to get something started again right away, but then she realized that he was just giving her a massage. Somehow he was able to guess exactly what she needed, reading some secret code of her body to determine what would feel most pleasurable to her in that exact moment. She sighed happily and buried her face in Cal’s neck, kissing his skin lightly, temporarily unafraid of being seen as soft or vulnerable or weak. She felt proud of herself, her skin buzzing with a sense of accomplishment after her life-changing orgasm. It took a few seconds before the ability to think coherent thoughts returned to her.
“That was…,” Cal trailed off, unable to put together a full sentence even after several long minutes of peaceful silence. “Thank you.”
Antonia perked her head up at that and cocked one eyebrow at Cal. “Thank me? What are you, crazy? Thank you!”
Cal chuckled and rubbed gentle circles at the top of her ass, pressing his thumbs into the base of her back. Her eyes rolled back into her head as tension seeped out of her body like water raining from a leaf. “You’re really fucking sexy, you know that?” he murmured above her head.
Antonia blushed and shook her head. She pressed her face into Cal’s chest, lazily kissing his chest hair and rubbing her hand along his thick, powerful arms. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“No,” Cal said, his tone serious, full of some unspoken emotion. “I really don’t.”
Antonia didn’t know what to say that, so she decided to just keep petting Cal, gradually applying more pressure with her hands until she was raking her nails down his chest and stomach, then teasing at the waistline of his pants, which had somehow remained on during the whole finger-fucking and oral sex session. Antonia undid the button and the zipper, but she was too drained of energy, at least for the moment, to force the pants off of him entirely. Her hands drifted back up to his chest, her fingers lazily circling one nipple. Cal grunted a little under his breath, and Antonia’s energy perked up a little bit in curiosity. He likes to be teased, she realized, biting on the inside of her lip to keep herself from smiling and betraying the fact that she’d uncovered something secret about him. She kept moving her hand casually along his chest, lightly pressing her nails down, not exactly scratching him but applying enough pressure to make him murmur something under his breath. Antonia let her fingers dance along his collarbone, smirking to herself when she felt the hairs on his skin stand up in response her touch. She eventually dropped her hand back down to his stomach. His firm abdominal muscles tensed under her touch, clenching and unclenching rapidly as her fingers traveled down to his pants.
“You really know what you’re doing here, don’t you?” Cal muttered above her head. He brought his hand down to scratch at the top of Antonia’s back, briefly distracting her from her task.
“Mm? Just having fun,” Antonia said. She gazed up at Cal. A lazy smile spread over his face. He looked so relaxed, so calm. She only realized now, seeing him like this, that he was tense most of the time, walking around like he was carrying a giant set of weights on his shoulders. But here, at least for the moment, he stretched out his body like a cat, looking perfectly content to have Antonia on top of him.
Antonia slid down his body a couple of inches until her face was aligned with his stomach, allowing her to drop soft, teasing kisses against the stretch of hair that pointed towards his crotch. “Your skin is soft,” Antonia whispered, brushing her lips lightly against the area of skin around his belly button.
“No, it’s not,” Cal said a little defensively. Antonia had to fight to keep herself from laughing at him. He was too manly to be “soft,” she realized. She would have to be more careful about choosing her words. But for now, it was too much teasing him. It was so addicting, like just one taste of it made her need more and more. She wanted to make him blush, to force his blood to move this way and that because of her words and actions. She wanted to feel powerful.
“Come on,” she said, leaning up to look back into Cal’s eyes. “You know you’re a big tough man.”
“Shut up,” Cal said, scoffing and shaking his head. Antonia thought she noticed a slight change in the pigmentation of his cheeks, the color of his face going a little darker as he averted eye contact with Antonia. He’s embarrassed, Antonia thought, feeling her heart beat faster in her chest. He’s shy, for Christ’s sake. It was ridiculous, thinking that this burly, handsome man could possibly be vulnerable, but here it was, happening right before her very eyes.
“Mm,” Antonia murmured. She reached up to grab both of Cal’s arms, feeling over his bulging muscles. “You work out a lot, don’t you?”
“I just live an active lifestyle, that’s all,” Cal said, shrugging humbly. Antonia had to bite her tongue to keep herself from unleashing a stream of questions that had been lurking at the back of her mind for the past several weeks. What kind of lifestyle is that? Where do you go at night? What do you do? Can I come with you to see?
Instead of saying any of that out loud, she kept kissing his stomach while her fingers rubbed and pressed on his biceps, tracing the outlines of his muscles. She imagined all the power that he held underneath his skin. A little shiver ran down Antonia’s spine just thinking of what Cal might be capable of. I bet he could fuck me against a wall, keeping me up the whole time. The thought made her cunt grow a little warm again, even though it was still kind of numb in the aftermath of her orgasm.
She finally began biting the skin of his stomach, growing too impatient to hold herself back anymore, even if she did like to keep Cal on his toes, unsure of what was to come. Antonia gripped harder at his arms and pressed him down into the mattress, attempting to pin him under her weight. When Cal tried to shift underneath her, she bore down with her hips, keeping him in place. “Stay put,” she whispered as she nibbled along the waistband of his pants. He inhaled shakily. “I want to take care of you.”
“Why?” Cal asked in a low whisper, flexing his muscles even though he remained in place, obeying Antonia’s command.
“Because you just made me come my brains out,” Antonia said with a laugh. “I want to return the favor. Now relax.”
Cal looked like he was about to argue for a second. He frowned slightly before he finally relaxed, sighing deeply as he leaned his head back against the pillow. Antonia’s hands moved to grab Cal’s, her fingers entwining with his while her palms pressed down as hard as they could to remind him not to move.
Antonia bit and sucked along the skin of his lower stomach, smiling to herself when she heard Cal gasp a little, his breath coming out more and more unevenly as she grabbed the hem of his pants between her teeth, tugging and pulling until they fell down to his knees, revealing his thick muscular thighs. “Mm, yummy,” Antonia said. She leaned in to sink her teeth into the newly uncovered muscles, moving up and down with her mouth until she felt his skin prickle with goosebumps under her lips.
“Shit,” Cal whispered, so softly that it was probably not intended for Antonia’s ears, but she felt a surge of satisfaction anyway. Her head felt heavy with lust as she stared up between Cal’s legs to look him in the eyes. He looked almost helpless, his mouth fallen open and his face contorted as he spread his legs wider, inviting her to touch him in his most sensitive area.
Antonia grinned mischievously as she looked at the bulge protruding from Cal’s underwear. God, he was so fucking big, bigger than anyone she’d ever fucked before. She almost couldn’t believe that she’d ever taken his full length inside of her. I’m fucking strong, she thought to herself. She leaned in to press her mouth against the fabric of Cal’s boxers, keeping her lips closed so as not to get them wet just yet. She wanted to tease him, bring him to the edge several times and then back again before finally pushing him over. She wanted to fucking destroy him, to make him feel like he was being rearranged and remade, just like he’d done to her.
“Shit, goddammit,” Cal huffed out, his hips rising as he arched his back to push his cock closer to Antonia’s face. “Touch it.”
“What was that?” Antonia said. She pulled back and wiped her mouth, giggling a little as Cal groaned in disappointment and sagged back against the pillow. “What do you want?”
“You know what I fucking want,” Cal said between clenched teeth. His arm muscles bulged more as he strained under Antonia’s arms. Antonia knew that he could easily throw her off if he wanted to, but he was holding himself back, letting her be in control. It gave her a little thrill to think that she had the power here. She could walk away at any moment, leaving Cal hard and desperate for her. But she wouldn’t. She was going to fuck him as hard as she possibly could, but not without a proper build-up.
Last time they just rushed into it, and she’d let Cal pound her into the kitchen counter. She’d loved it, but she wanted to see if he could be patient. He seemed to have so much sexual energy, all of it lying dormant during the day and then bursting out of his body at night. She wanted to see what would happen if she let it build up and then go back down again. She wanted to know what he was like when he was really frustrated, denied control, teased to the point of insanity. Would he fuck her even harder than before? She wasn’t sure if that was even possible, but Antonia’s heart pounded faster as a result just thinking of it, picturing herself being torn apart by the huge dick currently straining against the fabric of Cal’s boxers.
“I’m bad at guessing games,” Antonia said. She pulled back farther from Cal’s crotch and tossed her hair over her shoulders imperiously, feeling regal even though she was totally naked. She should have felt exposed and vulnerable, but instead she felt like a queen, surveying the glorious kingdom of Cal’s body quivering underneath her. “You’re going to have to tell me what you want,” she added, keeping her face as innocent as possible even though she knew he could probably tell she was teasing him on purpose.
“Your mouth,” Cal said, licking his lips and breathing a little harder. His firm chest rose and fell faster. “I want your fucking mouth.”
“Where?” Antonia whispered. She leaned over Cal’s body until she was hovering over his face, staring right down into his big dark eyes. “Where do you want it?”
Cal groaned and shut his eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply a few times. He squeezed Antonia’s fingers so hard that she thought her hand might get bruised. “On my dick. I want you to suck it.”
“That’s not a very nice way to ask,” Antonia scolded him. She dragged her lips down the side of his neck, mouthing at the big purple vein there until he was mumbling something incoherent under his breath.
“Suck my fucking dick, please,” Cal grunted out. His voice sounding vaguely irritated, but Antonia wasn’t worried. She knew he would thank her for this later.
“One more time for me?” Antonia said. “I couldn’t quite hear you.” She bit down on the bottom of his chin and sucked lightly until he practically whimpered.
“Please, Antonia,” he half-sobbed, panting as Antonia pulled one hand away from his and started traveling down his body again. “Please, suck my fucking dick, please.”
“Good boy,” Antonia whispered hotly into his ear. She licked down his neck again, peppering his chest and stomach with kisses before she got to his boxers. Seeing how his cock twitched even though she hadn’t touched it directly yet, Antonia made a last second decision to tease him a bit more. He was desperate for it, sure, but he hadn’t transformed into an animal yet. She wanted to drive the beast within his body to the absolute edge and force him to come out and fuck her.
Antonia licked her lips and pressed them against the cloth-covered cock, mouthing lightly at it. Cal let out off a choked-off groan, his hips rocking forward to push more of his length against her mouth. “Mm, yeah, so hard for me, aren’t you?” Antonia murmured. She slid down to run her tongue over his balls, wetting the fabric.
“Fucking do it already,” Cal said.
Antonia laughed, then, surprising herself with how happy she sounded. “You’re going to have to be a lot meaner than that if you expect me to just do what you want,” she said. She dragged her tongue all the way up from his balls to the head of his cock, feeling it pulse through the fabric.
Above her, Cal growled a little, but he didn’t sound angry. Antonia kept at it, twirling her tongue in circles around the head of his dick, tasting him even through the layer of underwear separating them, smelling his secret scent, that indescribable smell that made her feel a little drunk, overwhelmed with desire for him. She couldn’t wait to taste the real him, to lick the salt from his skin. But first, she needed to make him want it even more.
Antonia brought her hand between his legs and tickled at the sensitive skin of his thighs for a few moments while her mouth focused on his cock, sucking lightly for a few seconds a time. Eventually, her hand made it to his balls. Her fingers gently tugged and squeezed. Cal grunted obscenities and jerked his hips upward, pushing his covered cock a little deeper into her willing mouth.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah, do it,” Cal muttered. His free hand reached down into her hair and pushed lightly to force her down onto his cock. Her mouth took most of him in while her hand moved faster over his cock, squeezing the whole thing in her palm over and over again. With her eyes closed, she imagined that she was holding onto his heart, making it pulse for her, setting the rhythm of his blood to whatever pace she wanted. Still, Cal wasn’t as helpless as she wanted him to be. He could still form coherent sentences, for one thing, so her job was clearly still far from finished. She tightened the seal of her lips around his cock and sucked like she was trying to swallow him whole. Cal responded by whining loudly, like a dog begging for food. “Oh! Ahh! Shit!”
Antonia tickled his balls a few times, swallowing around his cock, but after a few more seconds she’d had enough. She pulled herself off his cock entirely and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Fuck! Goddammit!” Cal said in a frustrated, raised whisper, disentangling his hand from Antonia’s hair to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “Jesus Christ.”
Antonia gave herself a moment to just stare at him, drinking in all the details of his flushed, aroused body, while he met her gaze through heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes. “You want to drive me crazy, is that it?” Cal asked in between long, drawn-out panting breaths.
“Maybe,” Antonia said coyly. She leaned down to lick a hot line from between Cal’s pecs, down his stomach, over the outline of his cock. “Maybe I just like playing with you. You’re like my new favorite toy.”
Cal smiled and rolled his eyes, but it wasn’t a mocking gesture. He reached down again. Antonia expected him to push his hand on the back of her head, guiding her back towards his cock, but instead he just traced the outline of her face, his fingers lightly hovering over her cheek. “You’re something else, you know that?” Cal whispered. He blinked heavily as he stared at her, and she felt weirdly calm even though her heart still thundered in her chest like a freight train.
Antonia blushed a little and looked away from Cal. She ran her hands over his thighs and hips. “You want me to take these off?” she asked, sticking her thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and tugging just a little bit so that they dipped below his hipbones.
Cal gave a scoffing laugh. “Um, yeah. Duh.”
Antonia smiled, but she didn’t give him what he wanted right away. Instead, she leaned over and bit down on his hip, sucking around the protruding bone until a pathetic whine fell out of Cal’s mouth. “Ahh…ohhh…”
She raked her teeth over his hips and pushed his boxers down a little bit more as she sunk her teeth into the very top of his thigh. Cal spread his legs farther apart. His hand found her head again, pressing down so hard that Antonia wasn’t sure she could throw him off this time if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to. She wanted him to press down harder, to force her to give all of her mouth to him, to bite him like an animal. She wanted him to unleash his deepest, darkest desires, to give her all the parts of himself that he’d been hiding ever since they’d met. He won’t, some small part of her, deep inside her mind, thought. He doesn’t trust me enough to show me the beast inside his heart. He doesn’t care enough to make the effort, either.
Still, she kept going, gradually pushing the band of his boxers down with her mouth until the top of his dick was exposed. By this point, Cal was panting harder than ever, his fingers tangling into her hair almost painfully while he gripped her other hand so hard she worried he was going to break one of his own fingers from sheer force.
But it was his face that led her to finally move on to the next stage—his expression so pained, so torn up that she couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him. He looked like he was suffering under the weight of his own desire, and she decided it was time to have mercy on him, since he would never break down and beg her the way she wanted him to.
Just then, though, right after she’d given up all hope, he cleared his throat and closed his eyes, his cheeks darkening even more as he whispered, “Please.”
Antonia’s hairs stood on edge in response to that single word. Her body tingled as her blood coursed faster through her veins. “What was that?” she whispered. She crawled back up Cal’s body until she was eye-level with him, staring deeply into the darkness of his pupils.
Cal swallowed hard and licked his lips again before answering. When he spoke again, his voice was a bit louder, but it still trembled, like he was terrified of his own words. “Please. Fucking suck me off. Please. I need it.”
Antonia grinned so hard and so fast that it felt like her face was splitting in half. She chuckled lowly and leaned in to tease her teeth along the edge of Cal’s neck, her tongue dancing along the outline of his shoulder. An electric current seemed to buzz off his skin, his desperation more and more tangible with every pulse of his heart. She imagined that she could taste his desire, feel it pressing against her tongue. It was enough. Finally, she was getting to the good part, the part she’d been aching for forever. If she was being honest with herself, it was the thing she’d been waiting for ever since she’d met Cal, to feel him truly come apart, all because of her.
She reached down and tore Cal’s underwear off, tossing it across the room. No more games. It was time to break Cal down and rebuild him from the ground up. For that, she’d have to get her hands dirty.