Millie's fingers drummed against the edge of Callum's bed, her black hair spilling over his thigh like a dark curtain. She'd come over to his place after school, more out of habit than anything else, but the way his thigh tensed beneath her cheek made her pulse quicken. The TV screen flickered with the aftermath of his gaming session—some competitive shooter where he'd just secured second place. His controller clattered onto the nightstand, and before he could even stretch, Millie's lips were on his, hungry and insistent.
Callum groaned into the kiss, his hands immediately tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer. She tasted like strawberry lip gloss and something darker, something that made his dick twitch against her cheek. Millie felt it too—the way his body reacted to her—and she smirked against his mouth before sliding down between his legs. Her fingers worked at his belt, then his zipper, and before he could protest (or maybe he wouldn’t have), she had him in her hand, thick and already leaking.
"Fuck," Callum gasped, his hips jerking up involuntarily. Millie grinned, her tongue flicking over the head before she took him deep. He wasn’t big—no one ever had been—but the way he filled her mouth made her pussy clench. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as her fingers massaged his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
"Millie—shit—" Callum’s voice was rough, strained. His fingers tightened in her hair, not forcing, just holding on. She pulled off with a wet pop, licking her lips. "You’re gonna make me come too fast like this."
She crawled back up his body, straddling his waist, her dress riding up to bunch around her hips. "Good," she purred, grinding down against his thigh. He was still hard, still desperate, and the way his breath hitched when she rocked against him made her wetter. "I like it when you lose control."
Callum’s hands slid under her dress, gripping her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You’re such a tease," he muttered, but his voice lacked conviction. His hips bucked up, seeking friction, and Millie laughed, low and throaty.
"Tell me what you want," she whispered, biting his earlobe.
"I want to lose it," he admitted, voice rough. "I want to fuck you."
Millie’s pussy throbbed at the words. She’d given it up before—stupidly, to an ex who’d treated it like a damn participation trophy—but Callum? He looked at her like she was something precious, something he’d die to keep. And right now, he looked like he’d die if he didn’t get inside her.
She reached between them, guiding him to her entrance, and sank down slowly, inch by inch, until she was fully seated. Callum groaned, his hands gripping her hips so tight she knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. Millie rolled her hips, testing the fit, the stretch. It wasn’t perfect—nothing ever was—but it was *enough*. More than enough.
"Fuck, you feel—" Callum’s words cut off as she ground down harder, her clit rubbing against him with every movement.
Millie rode him slow at first, savoring the way his dick filled her, the way his breath came in ragged gasps. But then he flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head as he thrust into her with a groan. "You’re mine," he growled, and the possessiveness in his voice made her pussy clench around him.
"Then fucking prove it," she challenged, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper.
Callum didn’t need to be told twice. He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against hers, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Millie’s nails raked down his back, her breath coming in sharp gasps as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her stomach. She could feel him swelling inside her, his rhythm becoming erratic, and she knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
"Come on, baby," she panted, tilting her hips to take him even deeper. "Give it to me."
That was all it took. Callum buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he came inside her. Millie cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her as she clenched around him, milking every last drop. He collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her skin.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Millie laughed, shoving at his shoulder. "Get off, you’re crushing me."
Callum grunted, rolling onto his side and pulling her against him. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her hip, his dick already half-hard again. "You’re gonna kill me," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
Millie smirked, reaching down to wrap her hand around him. "Nah," she said, stroking him slowly. "I’m gonna make sure you never want to leave this bed."
And as his breath hitched and his hips arched into her touch, she knew she’d succeeded.