“That’s it, honey,” I encourage and hold her hair in a messy ponytail. I don’t guide her head, knowing she likes to be in control. Plus, she doesn’t need the help. “Just like that and I’m gonna co—”
She doesn’t stop but slowly slips a finger further back, pressing against my asshole.
“Fuck,” I grunt out. She explored back there the other night too, but maybe she needs more encouragement. “Go ahead, Calypso. Use your finger and gag on my cock—I fucking love it.”
Her wide eyes meet mine and I bob my head once, biting back a sound of pleasure as I keep my attention on her. She pulls off my cock with apopbefore sucking one finger into her mouth and taking me again. There’s no hesitancy this time. Calypso’s wet finger teases me with more confidenceand I try to relax for her; it’s hard when every inch of my body burns for her.
The tip of her finger breaches the tight hole and I let out a deep groan, leaking precum in her mouth. She moans, licking up every drop she’s been given so far.
I love using toys on myself but it’s not something I’ve explored with a partner. My ex-fiancée wasn’t very adventurous and I didn’t want to pressure her.
Calypso might like using a butt plug on me before riding me. Maybe she’d let me use one on her, too.
The thoughts of how much fun Calypso and I could have together start to flash through my head. How many new things we could try together, in and out of the bedroom.
“Fuck, Calypso,” I groan.I want you so fucking bad.
Not only her body—her mind, her soul, her fucking heart.
I bite back the rest of my words, but it doesn’t matter. The next second, I roughly pump my hips forward as my orgasm hits me. Calypso holds my hips when my dick pushes too far back and uses her free hand to stroke the inches she can’t take in her mouth.
She doesn’t stop sucking until every drop of my cum has been licked and swallowed up.
When Calypso pops her mouth off, a string of saliva attaches her lips to my cock. She opens her mouth, showing me how well she cleaned me up. I grab her jaw and slip my thumb along her tongue. Closing her mouth, she bites down and stares up at me with a new wave of heat.
Unfortunately for both of us, I’ll need a few minutes to recover after that.
With a smug smirk, she uses her hands on my waist to stand up before kissing me. I pull her naked body against mine and deepen the connection. The flavor of our mixed arousals lingers on her tongue, tasting sweeter than honey.
Ending the kiss, I murmur against her lips, “Let’s go shower.”
She lets out a low hum of approval and kisses me once more before turning on her heel. I follow close behind, watching her ass bounce with each step and wondering how I ended up lucky enough to be here.
While waiting for the water to heat, I went down on Calypso again, which led us to her bed for another round—with her on top. We accidentally left the water on, so we had to wait for it to reheat. I took her one final time from behind in the shower.
Neither of us can keep our hands off the other now.
It’s likemore, more, moreis pumping through both of our bodies, a chant calling out to each other. We’re eager to give in to our attraction and I swear each orgasm has been more intense than the last.
It’s almost midnight now, and we’re barely crawling into bed after our shower. We still needed to do a few things, like brush our teeth and let Rosie out one more time. Cohabiting with Calypso has been easy from the start, but I didn’t realize how quickly we’d fallen into these routines in just over a week.
She pulls the duvet up to her chest and turns on her side, looking at me. Rosie is lying at our feet but neither of us say anything.
Calypso likes her more than she’ll admit, especially after Rosie attacked Stefan’s ankles. Hell, it made me love my girl a little extra too; I didn’t know she had it in her. I let Calypso pretend their friendship is a secret, though.
The room is dark but the moonlight filters through her open blinds and illuminates her pretty face.
Not wanting to disturb our peace by bringing up her phone call earlier, but knowing I need to, I whisper, “Will you tell me why Gavin called you?”
She lets out a sigh and subconsciously slides her body closer to mine. “I hoped you would forget about that.”
I let out a dry laugh and shake my head. “YouknewI wouldn’t.” Sundays are Lexi and Calypso’s designated day off. Chuck and Gavin would chase them out with brooms if they tried going in to work, so his call was out of the ordinary.
“You’re right,” Calypso sighs. She bites her lip, avoiding eye contact. “Stefan went into Brighter Daze today.”
I’m instantly sitting up, reaching for my phone to call… Who? Mia? We’re seeing her tomorrow.
Calypso’s hand wraps around my bicep as she pulls me back down to her.
