The Brightest Light of Sunshine

If I wasn’t already on my back, the sight of Cal’s head between my open legs would have brought me to my knees. The way his powerful shoulders contracted with each of his movements, how his strong hands held me in place while I squirmed under him, how his expert tongue broke me and glued me back together…

Yeah, I’ve been missing out.

I’ve touched myself in the past, but it’s nothing compared to the numbing orgasm he’s just given me. I’ve been thrown over a metaphorical cliff, free falling to then land in the safety of his arms.

His tattoos seem to shine under the moonlight filtering through the blinds in his room. “I want to feel you inside of me, Cal,” I tell him without hesitation, because right now there’s nothing else I need more.

He kisses me and I taste myself on his lips. “Condom,” he whispers roughly before pushing himself off the bed and disappearing into his bathroom.

When he comes back, not even the night can hide the long, thick curve of his shaft pressing against his sweatpants. My mouth waters, aching to know what it would feel like to take care of him with my mouth. He must be wondering the same thing as he stops at the foot of his bed, dark eyes boring into mine with such raw intensity it makes my legs all wobbly.

Without another word, Cal slides his sweatpants down his legs and stands almost fully naked in front of me. I’ve never seen his bare legs before, long, powerful, and covered in dark hair. I remember him telling me he’s got a tattoo on the back of his calf, but I forget all about asking him to show it to me when his fingers grab the hem of his black boxers. He stops.

“If you feel uncomfortable at all…” he starts.

But I shake my head, and he stops talking. “I won’t. And if I do, I promise to tell you.”

His features relax at that, and my heart swells at how thoughtful he always is with me, especially tonight. Some people might think asking for permission before every little move kills the mood, but I find it hot as hell. If anything, it’s turning me on even more that he wants to make sure I’m okay. It shows he takes my trauma seriously, while also accepting that I’m ready to move on. With him.

Asking for permission is sexy, and so is the sight of Cal finally, finally taking his boxers off.

My mouth waters and my thighs clench at the sight of him.

He’s… enormous. There’s no other way to describe it.

His dick is long and thick, making me wonder how the hell he’s going to fit inside of me. Veins run along his shaft, and I fight the urge to lick them, and suck on that reddish head that’s already leaking precum. I swallow, intimidated by his size, as he tears the foil open and rolls the condom over his cock in one easy movement.

It hits me then that he’s experienced. How much I don’t know, but it’s obvious he’s done this before and most likely enjoyed it too. Cal doesn’t sleep around, yet that hasn’t stopped him from getting women into his bed and pleasuring them like he’s about to do with me.

And what if I can’t meet his expectations?

What if I can’t pleasure him like he pleasured me?

“I can hear you thinking.” He fists his long shaft and gives it a few slow, captivating pumps.

“I just… I don’t know how to do this,” I confess. “What if it’s not good for you?”

He’s right in front of me in one long stride, his hand cupping my cheek like he always does when he wants me to listen carefully.

“Sunshine, you could lie there and do nothing at all, and you’ll still throw me over the edge. You know why?” I shake my head. “Because I want you, and only you. I love everything you do, and you could never disappoint me in any way. I told you to be selfish tonight and not worry about me, and I meant every word.”

“But…”

“Shh… Listen to me, sweetheart.” He presses his forehead against mine and my stomach jumps at the term of endearment. “I’m going to make love to you and it’s going to drive us both insane, okay? Just focus on your own pleasure, and trust that I’m gonna enjoy every second of your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.”

I suck in a breath, head spiraling out of control at his dirty talk. This side of Cal… I love it.

He sits down on the mattress, his wide back against the headboard, and drags me by the waist until I’m straddling him. I arch a confused eyebrow. “I thought you’d want to be on top.”

“No. You’re in control tonight.” He hauls me up by the waist so easily I blush at his show of strength. Then he settles me further up, the tip of his cock pressing right at my entrance. He hisses. “Fuck.”

I whimper at how good it feels, even better than his tongue if that’s even possible, and rub my folds along his thick shaft, coating it with my arousal. The ache between my legs is now unbearable. “Cal…”

“Tell me what you need, baby, and I’ll give it to you.”

One of my hands finds his shoulders, using his strong body to hoist myself up, as the other reaches between us until my fingers are wrapped around his shaft. I can barely curl them around it, and the realization that his thickness might rip me in half makes me even wetter.

“I want it inside of me,” I whisper.

Cal’s eyes don’t leave my pussy as I bury his length past my lips, first the tip and slowly taking the rest. I whimper as he fills me up, stretching my tight walls like I knew he would. His grip on my waist becomes so strong he’ll leave a mark, but I don’t care about that right now. Throwing his head back in pleasure, Cal lets out a borderline animalistic groan that travels straight to my core.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re a fucking wet dream.”

It stings a little at first, but soon the pain transforms into raw pleasure and I start moving. It feels weird to have something inside of me, let alone something this big, but it feels so damn good too.

Using his strong shoulders for balance I start moving up and down his cock, slowly at first until the pleasure runs away from me and I start to chase it. Breathing heavily, Cal watches my breasts bounce with each of my movements. “That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Good girl.”

I throw my head back and moan so loudly I’m sure his whole building can hear us right now, but I couldn’t care less. My fingers reach between us until I’m touching the base of his cock, sliding in and out of me, fully covered in my arousal.

“Feel how I’m pumping into your pretty cunt,” Cal grunts as he looks at my exploring fingers. “You take my cock so fucking well.”

His praise elicits another moan out of me, and I start bouncing faster. Cal grips my ass and starts ramming into me with abandon, until all we can hear are the sounds of our moans and the slap of our bodies coming together. My fingers move to my clit, and I touch myself as he fucks me relentlessly.

“I’m gonna…” I start, but I’m interrupted by his lips on my neck. “Cal…”

“I know. I’m right there with you,” he sounds gentle now, a contrast with the force of his thrusts. “Tell me when you’re about to come, and I’ll come with you.”

He keeps trailing open mouthed kisses along my neck, and it doesn’t take me long to reach the point of no return. “Cal… Shit, I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck.” His thrust become faster, sloppier, and I find myself crying for release. “Come on my cock, sweetheart. Come for me.”

I scream as my walls clench around him, and he roars with the force of a thousand storms as he comes inside of me. The condom is the only barrier between our bodies, and for a moment I wonder what it would feel like to feel his release inside of me, filling me up to the brim until it leaks down my thighs and on the bed. But I’m not on the pill, and the orgasm-induced fantasy leaves as quickly as it came.

Cal is panting beneath me, his strong arms wrapped around my body in a comforting hug. Moments later, when we’re both a little less flustered, he kisses the top of my head. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” I blurt out. “That was amazing.”

He chuckles, his chest vibrating against mine. “Took the words right out of my mouth, sunshine.”

I tilt my head back to look at him. “Do you mean that?”

“Of course I do.” He tucks a strand of my now messy hair behind my ear. “You’d better believe it was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

And I do. I truly do believe him. “It wasn’t too bad of a first time, either.” I smirk.

He chuckles again before kissing the tip of my nose. “And that’s nothing compared to what I plan to do to you from now on.”

My breath hitches and my cheeks boil. Even though it’s dark in here and he can’t see my blush, I know he feels it all the same. “But for now,” he kisses my nose again, “how about we take a shower and go to bed? It’s getting late.”

“A shower… together?” I stutter, suddenly nervous about the idea. I’m not sure I’m ready to let him see my naked body in the bright light of the bathroom, and somehow, he picks up on my hesitation. He always does.

“There are two bathrooms, so you can shower in mine while I take Maddie’s.” He gives me a reassuring smile. “Sounds good?”

I nod, and when he pulls out of me and helps me out of bed, I realize two things.

One—I will never get enough of the filthy, dominant, dirty-mouthed side of Cal. He’s like all my book and real-life fantasies come to life.

And two—at this rate, if he keeps taking such good care of me, it’s going to be impossible to avoid the fall.

Because I am, dramatically and helplessly, falling in love with my best friend.