With a heady gaze, I keep my eyes on her, letting her do whatever she wants with me.
Calypso pours a shot into my mouth then closes it. I swallow the spicy liquid, loving the burn as it goes down. Whiskey always reminds me of Calypso now, adding to my taste for it.
“Good boy,” she says with a saccharine lilt and swipes her tongue along my bottom lip, cleaning a drop of the amber liquor.
I grab the back of her head and kiss her passionately. We’re a needy, messy clash of teeth and tongues. It’s not a battle for control—she has all of it already—but a desire to be closer.
With my hands on her ass, I flip us so she’s under me. She’s panting, staring up at me with a slightly parted mouth and heady gaze. Sitting back on my heels, I grab the bottle of whiskey she is skillfully still holding and take a large swig.
Calypso watches all of my movements, noting that I don’t swallow. It stings against my gums but it’s worth every second when I slip my thumb along her chin and pull her mouth open.
Willingly, she opens her mouth wide and sits up on her elbows, closing a few inches of distance between us.
Bending over her, I spit the liquor into her mouth and watch the way she swallows it down with the same eagerness as when it’s my cum on her tongue.
My eyes trail down her throat, watching the way it bobs, and to her peaked nipples.
With a wolfish expression, I open my mouth but she immediately covers it. “Don’t say it.”
Good girl.
More often than not, it’s a safe bet when hooking up with a woman. Calypso fucking hates it, and she told me immediately after those two words left my lips in the hotel room.
Her guess was correct, but I would have only said it as a joke, never seriously.
She is the first woman to ever call me a good boy, and I love it more than I expected. Only with her though.
Slipping around her hand, I bring our mouths together again. Dropping some of my weight on her, Calypso’s limbs tangle around me—seeking to becloserstill.
“Gorgeous girl,” I say against her lips and kiss her again. “Sexy.” Kiss. “Fiery.” Kiss. “Strong.” Kiss. “Independent.” Kiss. “So fuckingperfect.”
“Liam,” she pants, holding me close with both hands on my jaw. “I want you, baby. Right now.”
I turn my head, trying to see if there’s anyone outside. The lights are dim, cloaking us mostly in shadow, and I can’t see anyone on the deck.
I don’t give a fuck if someone sees my ass, and I’m big enough to cover her entire body with mine if I need to.
And if Calypso says she wants me right here and now, I’m going to give her whatever she wants.
“We’ll have to be quick,” I say against her lips, already pushing her knit shorts down. She nods and lifts her hips. I leave her cotton thong on. It’s not much, but at least her pussy won’t be bare if someone walks out.
She quickly unbuttons my shorts and pushes them, along with my boxer-briefs, to my thighs.
“How do you want me, honey?” I ask, brushing my fingers along her slit. She wants foreplay as often as she wants me to ram my thick cock inside of her roughly.
Wanting to get her wetter before any part of me goes inside her, I reach for her clit and Calypso moans.
Her hands slip under my shirt and she claws at my back. “All at once, baby. Rough and quick before we go back to the room.”
There’s an unspoken promise in her words—that there will be more of this once we’re alone.
I circle her clit and nibble on her ear just long enough that she’s soaking from anticipation.
With my hand now wet with her arousal, I line the tip of my cock up to her center and push inside. I tightly hold her hips down and fully sheath myself in one thrust. It’s what she demanded, and from the way her inner walls are already clenching around me, it’s what she needed.
After a few seconds of adjustment, I pump my hips fast and hard. The sounds of her erotic moans and her ass slapping against my thighs are blown away in the wind, onlymine to hear. She plays with her clit, and the sight nearly brings me to my peak.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “Fuck—where do you want me to come?”
