Page 99 of Ricochet
“Yes. All yours,” he says, sounding close to sobbing. “I’m yours, Stone.”
“Damn fucking right. I’m going to claim you and mark you too.” Lowering my head, I lick a path where his neck and shoulder meet. “Right here. Okay?”
“Yes,” he says again.
I sink my teeth into skin, biting down until he bucks again, fucking my fist while fucking himself on my cock.
“Fuuuck,” he groans. “Gonna come.”
I add a little more pressure with my teeth. I’m not even close to breaking skin, but at least the indentions of my teeth will last a while.
A moment later, Callum cries out as ropes of cum spurt over my hand and the sheets. His ass clenches around my cock, sending me barreling closer to that same edge that Callum is flying over.
Collecting as much of his release as I can on two fingers, I bring them up and paint his lips with it. He opens his mouth, and I shove my fingers inside. When he starts to suck on them, moaning as he laps up his own cum, I fucking unravel, slamming into him and spilling in his ass.
Callum slumps in my hold.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I whisper in his ear.
Releasing his throat, I roll him over and shove him down until his chest is flat on the bed. Moving lower, I spread his legs and settle between them.
He peers at me over his shoulder, his lids still heavy with sleep and now a post-orgasm haze. “What are you doing?”
“Gonna show you just how much you’re mine.”
I grab his hips and pull his ass up into the air. Gripping each cheek, I spread them and groan at the sight of his pretty hole, pink and abused and glistening with my cum. I lean forward and swipe my tongue over it.
“Oh, fuck!” he screams.
If my mom was home or my sister hadn’t soundproofed her office, Imighthave been inclined to stuff something in Callum’s mouth to keep him quiet.
But then again, I might not.
I swirl my tongue around his hole, collecting every drop of my release before pushing past his rim. He chokes on a sob as he thrusts back against my face.
Reaching beneath him, I grab his cock. It’s already half hard and gives a little twitch in my hand.
Pulling back, I ask, “You gonna come again for me?”
He shakes his head weakly. “No. Please.”
I give him a light stroke, and he hardens a little more. “Are you sure? You’re so good at giving me two, baby. And you’re fucking beautiful when you do. I’ve never seen anyone else able to.”
“So it’s like a superpower?”
I chuckle. “Yeah. Just like a superpower.”
He whimpers as he thrusts into my hand, his dick nearly fully hard now. “I’ll try.”
“Good boy. Gonna finish cleaning you up now. I want you to come with my tongue in your ass.”
And that’s exactly where my tongue returns. I keep my hand around his cock, stroking him as I eat his ass, tasting the both of us. I’m obsessed with the whimpers and moans and hisses that come out of him as I draw out a second orgasm. I lick at his innerwalls, flicking my tongue as deep as I can to swallow up every bit of my cum that’s been inside him.
His entire body convulses as he comes undone, his release pouring out onto the sheets.
I hold him upright even as I feel him close to collapsing. After giving his hole one last lick, I move back up on the bed, pulling him with me to my side to keep him out of the mess he made. I’ll change the sheets in the morning.
Callum curls up against me, both our chests sweat-slick and heaving. He kisses me. I’m a little surprised when his tongue nudges at my lips. I’d never deny him, so I part them, his tongue immediately diving in to taste mine. He moans, then gives my lips one last graze with his before letting his head fall to the pillow.