He wasn't even out the door before Callista pounced on me. Her wine-soaked tongue rubbed against mine relentlessly. Was her husband not giving her what she needed? I wouldn't think that's the case. Perhaps it's the alcohol.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her to Bartop effortlessly. I shifted between her splayed legs, purchasing her underwear.
"My, we're eager, aren't we?" she broke the silence.
"Is this not what you want?" I seized her dress and ripped it up the center.
Her eyes widened as she gazed down upon her exposed body. Her black lace bra fell over her shoulder as her dress fell farther down her arms. My hands searched her body with intent. I slid up her toned back to release the hook of her bra and latched onto her nipple.
"Ugh!" Callista cried beneath me.
Her skin was soft and tender against my lips. I licked the tip of her nipple and felt her hand clasp onto the nape of my neck. I propped myself above her with my right hand as I slid the other up to her cunt. It was slick and wet. She was already good to go. I could slam my cock inside of her right now if I wanted to. My fingers slid within her hot, slick opening with ease.
"Ugh!" she moaned with pleasure while arching back upon the bartop.
I shoved one finger inside and began thrusting in and out of her wetness. She started rubbing her breasts and locked eyes with me. Her intensity made my cock throb with heat. My fingers slid out of her before removing my shirt and pulling down my boxers. Her eyes searched me, locking onto my dick. She wanted me to pound her. I shouldn't disappoint.
With a quick motion, I pulled out the condom from my pocket and rolled it on.
"Eric!" she cried out as I slid the tip inside of her.
The tight warmth felt so good around my cock. The tight heat was intoxicating. I pressed my hips down, shoving my cock deeper and deeper inside of her. She arched her back while wrapping her legs around my hips.
"Ahh!" she cried out as I slammed the rest of my cock inside of her.
I seized both sides of her hips, controlling her with every thrust. Her body shivered and trembled beneath me as I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock. Fuck I wasn't going to last long. She was intoxicating.
"Harder!" she whimpered while latching onto me.
She braced herself on me, shifting me back onto the barseat. After she found a comfortable way of straddling me, it took no time at all for her to start riding my cock like a horse. Her wet juices soaked me as her pace quickened.
"Fuck!" I rasped while placing both hands on her hips.
"Agh!" she moaned while arching back.
I could feel a familiar pressure rising deep in my scrotum. I closed my eyes and tried my best to calm my body down. You can't come now. It's maybe been five minutes. Okay, Ivy should be here soon, so I should at least try my best to get Callista off.
My eyes flew open, and my grip on her hips tightened. I began moving her around my cock viciously and roughly. It felt good for me, but not enough to get me off, and just enough to drive her crazy.
"Ugh!" she choked, "UH!"
I seized her shoulders with my hand, planting her firmly on my cock. I quickened my thrusts. She tightened around my cock harder and harder until a rush of wet heat covered me. I felt her cunt spasming over me as she came. Her body lightly trembled upon her as she shifted off my lap. I sat up and watched her examine the scraps remaining from her dress. To my surprise, her response was a chuckle.
"I'll be right back," she smirked before disappearing up a flight of stairs.
I felt my heart steady before running my fingers through my hair.
"Holy shit," I sighed while shaking my head. I went to the sink and splashed cold water on my face to reawaken my senses. That just happened.
I turned around and picked up my shirt before tossing it next to my drink. I finished the last whiskey before Callista strolled back down the stairs. She wore a loose robe in place of the dress, no bra, no underwear. How will this make Ivy feel?
"That was nice," Callista purred before giving me a quick peck on the lips.
"To your liking?" I boasted.
She looked over at me, not with assurance but with a domineering glance, and said, "Young man, you have no idea what I'm capable of."
Before I could reply, I heard Dimitri. Looking up, I saw her standing there. Her long, wild red hair fell loosely down to her hips. She wore a small tank top and tiny shorts. She was always effortlessly sexy. Ivy.