His Red Carnation (Forbidden Blooms #1)

15. Sloane

15

Sloane

Watching Callan walk out of the bathroom in just his boxer briefs had my pussy dripping; his muscled body, his tattoos, the sexy look on his face as he eyed my naked body on the bed had my skin tingling.

“Fuck. We’re never leaving this room and you’re never getting dressed again,” he teased.

I was propped up on my elbows as I laid on my back, but I had to let my arms collapse as I looked over at him and put my hand to my slick pussy. I watched him as I stuck a finger inside, his mouth parted with lust as he stood in front of the bed. He set aside the butt plug and crawled onto the bed, hovering over me.

“Is your pussy wet for me, baby?” he asked in his low, deep voice.

“Yes,” I breathed back, staring at his full lips above me.

I gasped when he quickly removed my hand and stuck his own finger inside of me. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.” He smiled then brought his finger to his mouth.

My pussy ached for him. “Fuck my pussy first, Daddy,” I begged.

Callan suddenly stood up, removed his boxer briefs, then hovered over me again. I pulled his hips towards mine and he swiftly thrust inside of me, his hips moving quickly, his grunts loud. He lifted my legs up onto his chest, staring at my bouncing boobs and then grabbing them and squeezing tight.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so close to coming,” he moaned, now staring intently in my eyes. “Let’s get that butt plug in and then I’ll eat your pussy.” He pulled out quickly, catching his breath.

I stayed on my back as he grabbed the butt plug, slathered lube onto it, and eyed me with a sly smile.

“Get on your stomach, baby. Relax,” he said gently.

My heart started racing. I was excited for anal, but I was nervous too. I wanted to experience everything with Callan, at least once. This had been one of my fantasies since I secretly started reading my smutty books a couple of years ago.

I got onto my stomach and turned my head to see what Callan was doing. His hand palmed my ass, then he squeezed one side and opened it up for a better view. I was getting turned on just by the process. I felt the pressure from the cold, stainless steel butt plug and bit my lip as he slowly made his way in.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, looking up at me and stopping.

“Yes, keep going.”

He inched his way in a little more, slowly and carefully. The feeling of it inside my ass made my whole body tingle with goosebumps. I let my head fall down below me and squeezed the pillow as Callan went further.

“Still good?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yes. Do it all,” I moaned.

A small scream escaped my mouth as the biggest part went in, and there was suddenly no more feeling of pressure or pain, just pleasure.

“It’s in, baby.” Callan exhaled a surprised chuckle. “How does it feel?”

“Good. Fuck me now, please,” I said shakily, getting onto my knees, wholly aware of the feeling of something foreign inside of me.

Callan took my hips and slapped his cock against my pussy, making me gasp as he teased me and chuckled to himself.

“Not yet, baby. I need to taste you.” He suddenly pulled my thighs towards him as I bent over onto the bed, eager for release.

His mouth kissed the lips of my wet spot, then his tongue slowly crept inside of me, wiggling at the same speed.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, the butt plug somehow making everything feel more intense, more pleasurable.

Callan dug his tongue further inside of me, moaning into me and sticking a finger in beside his mouth. He suddenly took my hips and flipped me onto my back, gazing up at me with desire as he pulled me to the edge of the bed and got onto his knees on the floor. He pulled my thighs over his shoulders and stuck two fingers inside of me, then put his mouth to me and began to tease my clit with his tongue. I lifted my hips, close to coming, unable to take my eyes off of him.

“I’m gonna come,” I announced, lifting my hips up and down as I chased my orgasm.

My eyes closed as I felt the explosion of pleasure that Callan forced upon me, my pussy throbbing as his tongue never stopped its pace. I was surprised as another intense orgasm hit me, and my body began to tremble with pleasure. All of a sudden, his lips parted from me, and I felt his cock slowly push into my pussy. The feeling of his size with the butt plug was overwhelming. I gasped as he inched in, his eyes wide and eager, and my thighs trembled around his body.

“You okay, baby?” he asked gently, pausing.

“Yes,” I breathed quietly.

His eyes darkened as he began to thrust quickly, staring down at me with concentration. My pussy throbbed, and I couldn’t help but bring my finger to my clit, rubbing gently. Callan let out a low grunt as he watched me, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him as another warm wave of pleasure washed over me.

“Please,” I exhaled between quick breaths, looking down at Callan’s proud smile. “Please fuck my ass now, Daddy.”

He pulled my thighs towards him again, letting my legs dangle, and he hovered over me to kiss me passionately, the taste of myself on his lips. His hand slid down to my ass and he slowly pulled the butt plug out as I held my breath. He released his lips from mine and glanced over at the lube on the end table as he stood up.

“You ready, baby?” He smiled down at me as he grabbed the lube and began to generously coat his cock with it.

I nodded, biting my lip with anticipation.

“Tell me,” he ordered, stroking himself.

“I’m ready. I want your cock in my ass,” I moaned eagerly.

He squeezed more lube onto his cock and then threw the bottle over his shoulder. He placed my feet onto the bed and then guided his cock to my ass. He looked up at me and began to slowly press his cock against my hole. My heart raced, desire and nervousness coursing through my body. Callan inched his way in further as he studied my face, his lips parted slightly as he continued.

“More,” I begged softly as I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain.

He smiled and pushed himself in further; my legs began to shake as he went in even deeper, and I could already tell that I was going to come if he so much as looked at my clit. I gasped as he continued, and it felt like it was past the point of pain—Callan’s cock was in my ass and I was ready for him to fuck it.

“I’m in, baby,” he breathed, stilling himself. “How does it feel?”

“So fucking good,” I moaned. “Fuck me now.”

Callan’s mouth widened even more as his hips began to move slowly, watching me carefully.

“Oh my God, it feels so good,” I cried out.

“Yeah? You like me fucking your ass, pretty girl?” His thrusting quickened.

“Yes!” I whimpered.

“Are you going to come while my cock is in your ass?” Now he was fucking me fast and hard and my moans were loud as I clutched onto the sheets beside me, my eyes closed with pleasure.

“Yes. Please!” I begged.

Callan thumbed and circled my clit and I immediately came—I was struck with the most intense pleasure I had ever felt as I whimpered under his touch.

“Fuck!” Callan grunted, and I knew that sound: he was coming too.

My pussy continued to throb as Callan’s hips slowed and he removed his thumb from my clit. I opened my eyes and saw his hot, muscled body as he gripped his hands onto my thighs.

“Callan, that was the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt,” I breathed.

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss me softly.

“Baby, I can confirm that your pussy and ass are the best fucking things I’ve ever felt too.”

* * *

We didn’t have to tour UC Berkeley until the next afternoon, so after we showered, I planned to cuddle with Callan for as long as possible, pressing our naked bodies together. We lay in bed, mindlessly watching reruns of The Office , when a commercial for a whiskey brand I’d never heard of came on. My mind drifted to my mom’s comment about his past drug use.

“So, my mom mentioned you used to do drugs,” I blurted out.

Callan laughed instantly.

“Yeah, babe, I did. Drugs, alcohol—anything that could fuck me up.” He spoke so casually about it.

I looked up at him, one hand resting behind his head while he gazed down at me with amusement.

“When did you get sober?”

He narrowed his eyes, staring up at the ceiling as if deep in thought. “The first time or the last time?”

“Both,” I replied quietly.

He shifted slightly as I continued to stare up at him, waiting for him to share more.

“I started drinking really young—like fifteen,” he began. “I’d get blackout drunk. I’d steal my parents’ car and take money from my mom’s purse. I ended up in juvie. Eventually, I started doing cocaine, and that really fucked me up. I went into rehab when I was nineteen, and when I got out, I joined the Navy.”

He looked down at me hesitantly before continuing.

“I met your dad in the Navy, as you know. We became SEALs together. We went through a lot. Jake stayed in, but I was out before I turned thirty. That’s when everything went downhill. I found myself on the streets in Philly, drunk and starting fights, living out of a tent. That lasted for a couple of years, and I wanted to fucking die. I called Jake for help because he was the only person I could think of; he was the only one I hadn’t ever fucked over.”

A lump formed in my throat as he looked back up at the ceiling. It was becoming clear why Callan felt so indebted to my dad, why he carried so much guilt about us.

“I got back on my feet. Found a decent job. And now here I am. It’s been eight years,” he finished quietly.

I shook my head, unsure of what to say.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. I’m proud of you, Callan,” I whispered.

He smiled down at me, his hand gently caressing my cheek.

“I’d do it all again if it led me to you, baby.”

My heart constricted, and tears began to flow down my cheeks. “I love you, Callan.”

Just thinking about him on the streets made my lip tremble, and the weight of his struggles hit me hard.

“I love you, Sloane.” He leaned down and kissed me passionately, and we slowly made love until the sun began to rise.