“Take it out,” I order her gruffly. Her eyes snap up to mine, looking confused.
I close my hands over the tops of hers, pushing them off my shoulders and downward. When her fingers brush against the top of the waistband of my boxers, I tell her a little rougher, “Take it out.”
She gives a whispering sigh, and her fingers slowly sink under the elastic edge. The first brush of her against me is intense, and I have to suppress a shout of relief and gratitude. She’s not hesitant in the slightest, wrapping one hand around my cock and pushing down at my jeans with the other. I help her out a little, pushing down at the material with my hands until I’m fully exposed and sitting hot and heavy in her grip.
I lean forward, placing both of my hands against the concrete wall on either side of her head. Brushing my lips at her temple, I whisper, “Squeeze it, Callie. And don’t be gentle.”
Her breath gushes out and she squeezes me, rubbing her thumb over the tip and smearing the pre-cum that’s leaking out. And Christ… such a simple move shouldn’t feel that good. I’m almost afraid of what it’s going to do to me when I’m sunk balls deep inside of her.
I move a hand to the back of her head, grab a big chunk of her hair, and pull on it until her head tilts back. Her eyes are clouded with lust, and she licks at her lips again while her breath comes out in short pants. I kiss her softly even though every hormone in my body is demanding I go hard. I kiss her gently so I can hopefully get my racing heart under control.
Her hand moves up and down on my dick, and it only takes two strokes and my hips are pumping against her touch, seeking and then demanding more. And while letting Callie Hayes jerk me off is indeed a nice idea, it’s not as great as fucking her. And like I told her just a few moments ago, I do intend to fuck her.
Speaking of which…
“Hold on,” is all the warning I give her when I reach down and grasp her under her ass, lifting her up. Good girl that she is she doesn’t even let her hold of me go, but she does bring her free hand to my shoulder to steady herself. I lift her up higher, pull her in closer, and then start to let her settle. She instinctively guides the end of my cock right to her hot, wet entrance and at the first touch against that beautiful place of pleasure, I hiss through my teeth.
This is going to be a brutal fucking. I can already tell that there will be no holding back.
“You’re too big,” she pants out as I push just a fraction of an inch into her.
“Damn right I am,” I huff out as I tilt my head and graze my teeth along her neck. “But it’s going to feel good… promise.”
She seems to accept me at face value because she releases her hold on me, brings that hand to my opposite shoulder, and gives a tentative circle of her hips. I slip in just a little further.
Callie is so fucking tight, and I’d like to imagine this is how her virginal body would have felt to me eleven years ago. Although my need to invade her swiftly is almost painful, I take tiny stabs into her body. Inch in, inch out. Working my way in increments, letting her body adjust to me. Callie helps me along by undulating and circling against me.
My face tilts forward until my forehead is pressed against hers. Our breaths mingle with each other’s, ragged and heavy. My fingers press into the muscles of her ass, and I bite down on my lower lip hard to center myself for a moment. Otherwise, I might slam into her.
Callie moans as I work in a little deeper. Her body grips me like a glove. Feels better than any other pussy I’ve ever fucked, and I’m not even all the way in.
“Woolf?” Callie says in a hoarse voice.
“Mmmmm?”
“Please,” she gasps as I push in a bit more.
“What do you need?”
“I need—”
I pull out a few inches, feeling her get wetter and wetter.
“I need—” she gasps again as I push back in even further, almost to the hilt.
“Tell me, Callie,” I urge her with my lips against her neck as I pull back out again.
“I need—”
I slam all the way in, breaking past the last of her tightness and she gives a strangled sob, her head falling forward to rest on my shoulder. For a brief moment, I think I’ve hurt her, but then she chuckles as she lifts her head back up.
“That’s what I needed,” she says with a sly smile.
I can’t fucking help it. I’m not one to be playful and flirty during my fucking, but she draws a smile out of me anyway as I rotate my hips and push her hard into the wall so I can grind against her. She gasps, eyes roll back, and I’m satisfied.
Then…
I fuck her.
Hard.
I piston in and out of her with long thrusts, aiming to hit her deep. I know I hit the mark because she cries out at the end of every stroke. She’s amazing. All around me wet and tight and hot. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and our skin makes beautiful music as it slaps against each other.
I go faster, desperate to get her off, get me off. Feels so goddamn good that I don’t ever want it to end, and at the same time, I’m dying to orgasm inside of her.
Mark her.
“Woolf,” Callie gasps, and her nails really bite down into my skin. “I’m going to come.”
I bend my knees slightly, giving a better upward angle, and rock into her deeper than I’ve ever been in a woman before… metaphorically. I hold still for just a brief moment, relishing this closeness I have with Callie on such an intimate level. Just a second or two, and it feels almost sacred.
Callie doesn’t let me feel it too long though as she swivels her hips again, silently urging me back into the game. I reward her with a steady, deep pace, and we both start racing toward release again.
I’m vaguely aware of the door to The Silo opening and the fall of heavy footsteps on the slate paver. Callie’s out of it, her moans cutting through the cool Wyoming air, oblivious to our audience.
I personally don’t care because I’ve fucked in all kinds of public places before, and besides… anyone coming out of The Silo has either watched me fuck or has been fucked by me, so I keep right on hammering inside of sweet Callie Hayes. I do, however, want to protect her identity to some extent, as I know she probably would freak out if she realized we were putting on a show right now. So I kiss her, because I haven’t done that since my cock slammed its way inside, and she melts further around me. Our tongues move slowly against each other, even as my hips continue to drive brutally against her. My breathing is out of control, my skin is prickling, and my balls start to tighten.
Without warning, Callie’s hands go to my hair and her entire body stiffens. She jerks hard, causing my scalp to tingle, and bites down on my lower lip. It’s when her body starts shaking that I realize she’s coming.
Violently.
Her pussy grips my cock hard, squeezing it from every single angle, and when she rasps out, “Oh, God… Woolf… so good,” I fucking lose it.
I have the quickest firing of an orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. Normally, there’s always a slow buildup and I work my way methodically toward it, but this release catches me so unaware that my legs begin shaking as I start to unload inside of Callie. I come so hard my balls actually ache from the force, and I can do nothing but hold myself inside of her with my head on her shoulder and let it overtake me.
My body quakes as my orgasm thunders through my body, and if I were to die in this moment, that would be just fine with me, because how can life ever be good again after feeling this?
I seem to come forever but finally my cock stops twitching and Callie’s body relaxes against me.
“That was fucking hot,” I hear from behind me, and I recognize Cain’s voice. He’s my head of security at The Wicked Horse as well as a very active member of The Silo. Callie jerks in my arms and starts to raise her head, but I cup a hand behind her neck and press her face into my shoulder to save her the shame of seeing Cain there.
“What do you need?” I ask as I suck in a deep breath, keeping Callie pinned to the building.