by Lisa Ferrari
So do I.
He has a very, very long tongue.
I massage his balls and pull gently on his scrotum as I suck him and push my mouth down on him, easing his penis further and further into the back of my mouth and throat.
Kellan’s hips begin to flex in response.
His tongue swirls around and around inside me. His fingers massage my clit. That really gets me going. I moan louder. Kellan sucks on my clit and puts his finger inside me. That really gets me going.
I reach under his legs and squeeze his butt, massaging it and spreading his buttocks so I can slide my finger inside him.
That really gets him going.
Part of me wants to jump on him and ride him.
Another part of me wants him to throw me down and dominate me all night.
But still another part of me wants to continue doing what we’re doing, to see what happens.
We stay in the 69.
Kellan makes me come. His mouth and lips and tongue and fingers feel so good. It’s as if he has a map of my body. He seems to know exactly how I like to be touched.
Several orgasms later, I’m deep in the breathless, moaning, writhing throes of another one when Kellan moans loudly into my vagina, his hips flex, his back arches and lifts me off the bed, and he comes in my mouth. Hot semen fills my mouth and his anus squeezes my finger rhythmically.
I swallow every last drop of his ejaculate and roll off of him, exhausted.
Kellan sits up and kisses me, a deep, long, slow kiss with a lot of tongue. A lot of tongue. I wonder if he minds tasting his own semen in my mouth, but clearly not.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you, too.”
KELLAN ROLLS OUT of bed and takes several long pulls on an open energy drink sitting atop the nightstand. He belches loudly. “Excuse me.”
Tommy Warcraft used to belch and it always struck me as gross and vulgar and rude and lowbrow. But when Kellan does it I find it endearing.
Kellan offers me the energy drink. I sit up and take a sip. It’s sweet and refreshing. I drink all of it and hand the empty can back to him.
I belch. Kinda loud.
“Excuse you.” Kellan leans down and kisses me. “How do you feel?”
I lie back and stretch luxuriantly in the mess of soft white sheets and pillows. “I feel great.”
“Are you tired? Do you want to go to sleep?”
“Not really. What time is it?”
Kellan checks his phone. “Twelve forty-seven.”
“Are you tired?” I ask. “Do you want to go to bed?”
“Heck no. I’m having too much fun. Let’s smoke a little more and get in the tub.”
“Okay!”
I roll out of bed and run across the room and hop in the tub. I press the On button and the bubbles come on. I reach over and flip the switch on the wall, activating the gas fireplace. There’s a big bay window beside the tub. The dark pacific ocean stretches out so vast. I can’t tell where the water ends and the night sky begins.
Kellan prepares the pipe with fresh water and a pinch of Northern Lights and hands it to me with his lighter. I accidentally hold the flame to the pot too long and I get a huge hit. I panic and hand the pipe to Kellan, trying my best to hold my smoke, but I cough it out.
“Wow. That was a good hit, Caliree.”
Kellan puts his lips to the pipe and inhales, clearing out the remainder of my smoke.
“Why do you call me Caliree? You’ve done it a few times but I don’t know why.”
“A bunch of times when I was typing your name on my phone to send you a text, I would go too fast and write C-A-L-I-R-E instead of C-L-A-I-R-E. So it became Caliree instead of Claire. I thought it was cute. Sounds like a character in Game of Thrones.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Kellan takes a hit and exhales smoothly. He hands me the pipe and goes to the minibar and grabs another energy drink. He cracks it open and hands it to me. They’re even better cold.
I take another hit, a smaller one this time, and Kellan does as well. He slides into the water with me and we lie in the tub together, looking out the window at the ocean.
An idea strikes me. I’d pretty much forgotten that I had my special toy snuggled in my suitcase. I guess the view, the bath, the crazy stinky weed, and The Amazing Kellan distracted me. But now seems like a good time. I get out of the tub and go to my bag and grab the bundle. It’s no longer wrapped in my Ritual tee shirt, so I’m using an old 90210 tee shirt I never wore, probably because it’s bright pink. It’s a throwback to when I wanted to live in Beverly Hills and go to Beverly Hills High and be a rich kid, pretty much the antithesis of my teenage years. We weren’t broke or anything. Far from it; my dad is a hard worker and an intelligent man and he provided for us nicely. It was more of a desire to escape the pain associated with my surroundings, my judgmental mother, the horror of my sexual abuse-slash-who-are-we-kidding-it-was-outright-rape, and the resultant urge to eat and eat and eat so I would get fat and no man would want to rape me ever again.
I shouldn’t be having these thoughts.
Not now.
I’m here. With Kellan. In a beautiful, romantic setting. My vagina kinda hurts from all the awesome sex. My jaw, too. Even my lips and tongue, from all the kissing.
Kellan is eyeing the pink bundle. “What’s that?”
“You’ll see.”
I take the bong from ledge of the tub, refill the bowl from the little jar of Northern Lights Roger and Hera sent us, and take a big hit.
Too big.
The glass pipe turns milk-white. I do my best to clear it.
Kellan is watching me. “Holy shit that was a big hit.”
I exhale two long white plumes of smoke from my nose and hand the pipe to him.
“That was awesome. I wish I had that on my phone.”
“Next time.” I try not to cough. “When we get home, maybe we should get one of those vaporizer things.”
“Sure.”
I grab the pink bundle and go into the bathroom and unwrap its contents: a strap-on sex harness and attachable cyber-skin, anatomically-correct phallus.
I step into it and tighten the straps around my waist. I survey myself in the mirror. Apart from the black nylon straps, it looks as though I’m wearing black panties and have a huge erection and big balls hanging out of them.
I exit the bathroom, smiling. I’m eager to see Kellan’s reaction.
I turn the corner but he’s staring out the window.
I approach the tub. “Hey.”
He turns to look at me. And my toy. “Hey yourself.”
“How do I look?”
“Good. Really good.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“So, you want to?”
“Sure. My dick hurts and I’m not sure I have any semen left inside me. But I’m all yours, gorgeous.”
Kellan gets up on his knees and kisses me.
“How do you want me?”
“Here, by the fire. On the couch. On the bed.”
“Oh God. I’m going to need some more of this.” Kellan fires the lighter and takes a big hit of Northern Lights. He exhales, trying not to cough. “And more of this.” He chugs the remainder of the energy drink.
I roll a condom onto my toy and apply a generous amount of lubricant. I have Kellan dry off and lie on his back on the bed. I get between his legs. I take him in my mouth, pleasuring him until he’s big and thick and hard again. I lift his legs and begin kissing and licking and sucking and biting his buttocks.
Based on his reaction, which is loud and enthusiastic, I proceed. I lick his anus, which is very soft, and nice and clean from soaking in the tub. I stroke his erection while I eat him, until I can’t take it any longer and I kneel between his legs, shove my tongue in his mouth, and gently guide my phallus inside him.
I hold it with my hand, trying to aim it correctly, pushing
gently with my hips, giving him time to accept me. It is rather large.
I feel the head slip in.
Kellan cries out against my mouth.
“Did that hurt?”
“No. It was good. Oh God. Took my breath away. Just go slow.”
“I will. At first.” I nibble his ear. “But I can’t wait to fuck you. All night.”
“Oh my God, Claire. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
I thrust gently with my hips, pushing myself deeper inside Kellan. There’s a delicious pressure. “It feels really good on my clit. I can’t wait for us to come together.”
“Oh God, Claire, yes…” Kellan grabs my face and kisses me hard. His tongue explores my mouth. He has a long tongue. Kellan wraps his legs around my waist and reaches down and grabs my hips. His big hands caress and squeeze my ass, spreading me open while pulling me deeper inside him. “Oh God, Claire. You’re so big. You’re so deep. Do it faster. Oh God… do it faster.”
I do as he asks. Within a few minutes, I’m making love to my fiancée as hard and fast as I can. Kellan and I can’t seem to stop kissing. Our mouths are glued together. We’re both breathing hard and moaning. I let out a long, drawn-out moan with Kellan’s tongue in my mouth as I come.
I reach down and seize Kellan’s penis. It’s very, very hard. Rock hard. He really likes this. I stroke it and jerk it as fast as I can while my body continues to shake. I’m really coming hard. I didn’t think I had any more left in me.
Kellan grunts into my mouth. We’re gazing into each other’s eyes. I’m doing my best to keep my eyes open while I climax.
Kellan’s body bucks a few times. Then it tenses. I feel hot, slippery semen coating my palm and fingers. I jerk him nice and fast, the way he likes it, without touching the head so it won’t tickle. I want this to be the best orgasm of his life: Valentine’s Day; Lighthouse Hotel; with Claire.
Kellan’s head flops back onto the pillow, our mouths part, his eyes roll back in his head and then close, and it seems every muscle in his body is flexed and tense.
I prop myself up, my toy still inside him, and stroke his cock rapidly up and down, right up to the coronal ridge of the head.
Kellan gasps for air one time.
But he keeps coming.
His abdomen is covered in semen. So is my hand. Fluid is no longer coming out, but he’s still coming.
He gasps for air again. But his abs and neck and face and shoulders and arms remain taut. Both hands are clutching fistfuls of the white bedsheet.
Kellan gasps a third time. His head shakes side to side on the pillow.
Wow.
He finally takes a deep breath and begins to breathe again. His entire body relaxes.
I collapse on top of him, completely spent.
Kellan puts his arms around me. Neither of us move for a long time.
EVENTUALLY, WE REGAIN our senses.
I gently withdraw and go to the restroom to clean up, followed by Kellan.
We return to the Jacuzzi tub, where we float like spaghetti noodles in a pot of roiling water.
For the next few hours, we talk, we laugh, we eat, we drink, we smoke a bit more.
I confess to Kellan that that was exactly the kind of dominatrix-like session I’ve always wanted, and I thank him for helping me to experience it.
Kellan says that was exactly the kind of submissive-like session he’s always wanted, and he thanks me for helping him to experience it.
We agree this is the best Valentine’s Day either of us has ever had.
We’re up half the night, talking and laughing, and I can scarcely recall a time when I’ve been this happy.
IN THE MORNING, which is actually almost noon, we get up and decide to head to the hotel fitness center for some morning cardio.
We’re on our way out the door when Kellan suggests a wake-n-bake.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“That’s where you wake up and get baked. I’ve only done it a couple of times because I always have stuff to do. But today seems like a good time to try it.”
I’ve never smoked pot in the morning. But there have already been a million things I’ve done with Kellan that I’ve never done before. And they’ve all been fan-freaking-tastic. “Sure. I’m in. Let’s do it.”
Kellan pinches off a bud of Northern Lights from the jar and puts fresh water and ice in the pipe. “Remind me to send Roger and Hera an appropriate care package for hooking us up with this primo herb. Here.”
I take a hit and hand the pipe to Kellan. It’s nice feeling the cold smoke go into my lungs.
“Just one,” Kellan says. “We don’t want to get so high we can’t turn on the treadmill.”
We go downstairs, already laughing our asses off.
The gym is predictably empty so we have the entire place to ourselves. We choose two treadmills side by side and do 40 minutes of fast-paced walking. Periodically, Kellan reaches over and cranks up the incline to 15, which is as high as it will go. He does the same to his own treadmill. We continue walking, maintaining 4.5 miles per hour as the treadmills go up and up and up.
Once they’re at their peak, we walk for one minute, after which Kellan allows them to be returned to zero.
We do that four times total.
By the time the 40 minutes are up, I’m soaked.
We return to our room to smoke a bit more so we can go down to the beach. There’s not a lot of shoreline here in this little bay across from the lighthouse, but there’s some. Kellan and I remove our shoes and socks and wade into the cold ocean. Strangely, it doesn’t seem that cold. Perhaps it’s because we’ve just done 40 minutes of cardio and our core temperature is up. Or perhaps it’s because we’re baked. We somehow end up wading in up to our waists, our shorts getting completely soaked. Even more than from the cardio.
Eventually we return to the hotel room and take a hot shower together. We take turns washing each other. I make a point of washing Kellan’s perfect round butt. I slide my soapy hand between his buttocks and gently wash his anus. I caress it gently and push my middle finger inside him. His penis becomes erect almost instantly.
The next thing I know, I’m on my knees, taking his big beautiful erection into my mouth while I stimulate his ass with my finger.
Each time he says he’s getting close, I stop sucking. But I don’t stop fingering him.
After the fifth time, he turns the tables, saying, “My turn.” Kellan gets on his knees, throws one of my legs over his shoulder and devours my clit and vagina while he inserts a soapy finger into my anus. It does feel wonderful.
True to form, each time I say I’m getting close, Kellan stops licking my clit but continues working my anus.
It drives me crazy.
I start to finger myself, inserting a finger into my vagina while I gaze down at Kellan’s erection pointing up at me from between his legs.
“I want you inside me.”
Kellan rises and guides himself into me as requested. It takes my breath away. He gazes into my eyes as he slides ever-so-slowly in. I do my best to not look away.
He also keeps his finger inside my booty. They feel so nice together.
Kellan makes love to me and I orgasm in mere minutes.
He immediately follows suit.
We stand there, his penis still inside me, for a long time, until we both need to lie down.
Once we’re mostly dried off, we collapse on the bed.
Kellan asks if my orgasm was good.
I assure him that it was.
He says he loved feeling my ass squeeze his finger while I came. It turned him on so much that he immediately came, too.
I put my head on his chest and he puts his arms around me and holds me tightly against his body and we drift off to sleep.
Definitely the best Valentine’s Day ever.
Chapter 8
SATURDAY MORNING COMES. Kellan and I are home from
our Valentine’s Day Love Fest excursion to the coast (I think we should make it an annual thing!), with another week of diligent training and fastidious nutrition behind us. We take the Mister Beaumont to Cars and Coffee at a local automotive dealership.
Debbie is there. We haven’t seen each other for a couple months.
Debbie goes bonkers when she sees me, exclaiming that I look great, I look like a different person, like the real me that’s been trying to get out all this time. But mostly she goes bonkers over the diamond ring on my finger. She’s positively thrilled for us. I wish my own mother had been this excited upon hearing of my engagement to Kellan. Like in a movie, with everyone smiling and hugging and offering congratulations. But my life is far from a movie. I quickly push the thought from my mind.
All morning, people are constantly coming up to Kellan and me and saying hello and offering congratulations.
They’ve all seen the beach video of Kellan and me training with the SEALs.
They’ve all seen the pictures of us having lunch at Mel’s on Sunset at the same time Calista Roth was having lunch there.
They’ve all seen the morning show footage of us, and the pictures of us running in the rain, and they all know about the movie roles.
Everyone is very excited and certain we’ll both get the part.
I’m touched that they’re all so excited for us, which is again odd because my own family and friends (aka my one friend Denise) are not that thrilled.
This bothers me. I do my best to put it out of my mind and enjoy breakfast and enjoy simply being here with all these kind people who share a love of sexy cars.
ON THE WAY home, Kellan asks me what I want to do for my birthday, which is coming up.
“Spend it with you.”
“That’s sweet and I want to spend it with you, too. But where? What would you like to do? Shall we go somewhere? Revisit someplace we’ve been? Or maybe go someplace new?”
I ponder it for a moment.
We did just spend Valentine’s Day at the Lighthouse Hotel up north. So it’s not like we’re short on vacation time.
My phone pings.
It’s an email from Nathan Hamburger Wellington, agent boy and writer seducer. I read it aloud. “ ‘Can you come to NYC ASAP? I pitched your series to Random House. They like it. A lot. They want to talk.’ ”
