F*cked Right: A Spicy Novella (She Teaches Him Book 3)

I can’t sleep after what happened in the hallway. Hours pass as my mind races, running through if it was a good idea to turn her down, to stop what she was going to say, and the longer I lay here, with a hard cock, the longer it feels like a mistake.

The truth is, my friendship with Callie has never been entirely a platonic friendship. It’s always felt a little more than that, but I couldn’t admit it. I couldn’t admit that I’ve always had feelings for her, I just wasn’t aware of it. I pushed them down for years, pretending that friendship feels like this.

But now that I know, I want to pretend I didn’t, because this means we could actually be something, and that terrifies me more than anything. I’m not ready to face all the things that make me feel insecure, and being with someone as amazing as Callie, would bring that all up to the surface. I want to be the kind of person that is okay with that, but if I’m real with myself, I don’t know if I would be able to handle it.

My cock aches in my boxers, rubbing against the soft fabric, taking pleasure in the small amount of friction as I roll around in bed. I groan out loud, completely frustrated. I don’t know if there can be anything between Callie and me, but my body wants it more than anything.

I can’t stop thinking of the way her eyes sparked when I mentioned how often I think about her, naked in bed underneath me. She looked like she wanted me too. She looked like she wants me, just as I want her, but I try to convince myself that I saw wrong, because that’s easier than thinking she could actually want me the way that I want her.

I think about her, in the other room, so fucking close to me, under the covers in nothing but skimpy pajamas, probably without a bra, her tits looking phenomenal –Jesus Christ– I wish I hadn’t let that thought cross my mind. My hand moves to stroke my cock without even thinking about it, knowing how badly I need it, how badly I need to get her out of my system.

“Ah, fuck,” I whisper, my hand stroking slowly, just giving myself a little bit of pressure. I pretend it is Callie’s hand, teasing me, seeing if I would beg for her touch, and honestly, I absolutely would.

I stroke harder, running my hand down the length of my cock, the soft skin against the rough skin on my hand, making me suck in a breath as pleasure works down my spine, my vision going blurry. I feel precum leak out, not even fucking caring if I make a mess. The only thing I can think about is Callie, her body consuming my every fucking waking thought.

This is the only time I let her consume me without pushing it away. With my hand on my cock, this is the only time I give into how I’m feeling, admitting that I want her laid out in front of me, legs spread, pussy glistening with wetness.

I stroke faster, feeling myself getting close, knowing I won’t last long the second I start thinking of Callie naked in my bed. I imagine sliding my cock in between her pussy lips, just allowing myself to feel how fucking wet she is. I imagine her back arching, her tits bouncing with the movement. I imagine her face, as she finally, fucking finally, takes my cock inside of her. I imagine her pussy squeezing around it, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I fuck her senselessly, just needing to feel her around me, desperation taking over any sanity that I had.

I pump my cock harder, knowing I’m right on the edge but wanting to draw it out, wanting to continue thinking about Callie, continue with the fantasy.

There’s a knock at my door, but I barely hear it, completely consumed with my cock in my hand, desperately pumping while thinking about my best friend, spread out in front of me.

“Hey, I couldn’t sleep,” Callie says with a soft voice, her head poking into the room, her mouth instantly forming an “O” as she takes in the scene inside of my room.

The second I heard her voice I rush to remove my hand, but I know it’s too late. I know she saw everything that I was doing. I sit up, trying to hide my rock-hard cock under the blanket, but now it is just tenting vertically, blood rushing to my face from complete and utter embarrassment.

“I wasn’t doing anything,” I blurt out. Genius, as if that is going to fix the situation. You fucking moron. As if she is going to unsee everything she just saw, by pretending I wasn’t doing anything. I hang my head, realizing that I’ve been doing a lot of pretending lately.

She stares at me for a second, her mouth still open, shock radiating from her body. I just watch her, wide-eyed, not knowing what to do other than sit here like an idiot.

“Fuck it,” Callie finally mutters as she fully enters the room. She turns her back on me to close the door, closing it slowly as if she is convincing herself. She pushes the door closed until it clicks into place, then she turns the lock. That click is the only sound radiating through the room, like a bell. I stare at her as she turns around, facing me again.

The room is eerily quiet. It’s quiet enough that I can feel my erratic heartbeat drumming inside me. My cock continues to pulse under the covers to the same beat, only harder since she entered the room.

Callie starts moving closer to me, her body moving across the room. I look at her confused: unable to think with her so close and unable to think when I was so close to cumming to the thought of her, and now she’s here. The only thought in my brain is how badly I want her, how badly I want to just give in, finally, and have her lips on mine and her body to myself.

“What are you doing?” I ask as she gets closer, needing some kind of answer about what is about to happen. I expect her to want to talk about this and what she just saw. I expect her to ask me what is happening between us and why we can’t seem to stop the inevitable between us, but instead of saying anything, instead of asking me what is going on with us or asking what I want from her, she places her hands on my chest and pushes me down, until I am laying on my back again. I stare up at her with wide eyes, not quite knowing what is happening but not wanting to stop it either. She lifts the blanket, her brown hair falling between us as she climbs between the covers and on top of me, straddling me.

I feel myself gulp, still barely processing what is happening. We have been on the edge of this for so long; it feels fragile, like I could break it with only my words.

My cock rubs against the core of her body, her heat the only thing I can feel. Her eyes widen as she grinds on me, her hips moving just barely, feeling how rock-hard I am, just for her. I stare at her brown eyes, completely transfixed, completely enveloped in her, desperate for more and more and more and more.

I can feel something snapping inside of me: something that has been holding me back from doing this– from finally letting Callie in and passed my stupid walls. I can feel how badly I want her, and I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore. I can’t pretend that I don’t want her body, her mind, and her whole fucking soul to completely claim me. I can’t pretend I don’t want to taste the soft skin on her tits while she bounces up and down on my cock. I can’t pretend that I’m not counting the seconds until I can be inside of her, feeling her tighten around me as she finds her pleasure in my cock, using me like a fucking toy for her desires.

“What are you doing?” I ask again, my voice hoarse with need. I stare at her body, unable to take my eyes away. She changed into the pajamas sometime within the last few hours, and I know already that she isn’t wearing a bra. Her plump tits sit in front of me, making my mouth literally water as I imagine her tits in my mouth. Her nipples are hard, and I know that if I just reached up a few feet, I could feel her tits in my hands, the weight of them, the soft skin, her hard nipple between my fingers. My cock throbs at the thought and I will myself to calm down, knowing I’m still on the edge of cumming from jerking off and having Callie on top of me, her warm pussy pressed against me, makes it that much harder to keep from blowing my load.

Callie leans down, placing her hands beside my head, bracing her weight as she looms over me. The fabric of her shirt touches my bare chest, the weight of her tits rests against me, and a groan escapes my mouth as my cock throbs against her, precum leaking out of the tip. “Have you ever fucked a woman, Jace?” she asks, her voice a soft whisper next to my ear, her breath hits the sensitive skin on my neck, and my balls tighten. My hands grasp the sheets next to me, as I hang on for dear life. I have imagined this scenario so many times in my fantasies, and the only reason I know that I’m awake is even when I would jerk my cock off to this exact thought, it never felt as good as this.

She leans back a little, just enough that I can look into her eyes and see that she is waiting for my answer. My heart beats fast in my chest, anticipation running through me. The idea of finally opening up, telling the secret that I haven’t told anyone, feels weird, feels foreign, but I know she needs the truth, and I know a part of her already knows.

She leans in again, her plump lips coming close to my ear as she holds herself above me. Her tits press into my chest again, and I groan, realizing how amazing it feels to have her pressed against me. y hips lift, my cock grinding against her without thought, desperate to get any friction she is willing to give. “Have you ever felt someone’s cunt lower onto your cock, taking the whole thing? Bouncing up and down, milking you until you cum inside of them?” she whispers, and I lose my fucking mind. I don’t have time to think before strings of cum cover the front of my boxers. Cum leaks out of my cock before I can stop it. Groans leak from my mouth as I release, my hands gripping the sheets as white-hot pleasure works through my body. The smell of Callie all around me only heightens my pleasure. Callie owns me as I cum for her, groaning her name over and over again, unable to stop myself.

I feel myself grind against her, desperate to prolong the pleasure, and Callie grinds back, rubbing the front of her body against me. Even through her pajama shorts, I can feel her heat. She moans as she grinds on me, the entire situation feeling surreal.

I start to come down, panting and already desperate for more. My eyes find Callie’s instantly, needing to know this is real. My eyes connect with hers, but reality starts to sink in about what just happened. Shame starts to work through my body, knowing I just came in my fucking boxers before I even got a chance to fucking touch her. I try to push the shame away, not wanting to deal with it, but it doesn’t work until I look at Callie.

She isn’t looking at me with disappointment. She is looking at me with such lust and desperation that I almost think she wants me to do it again. Her eyes hold a fire I haven’t seen before, and it lights my body up, making me want to do anything to please her, to pull that fire from inside of her.

She shocks me even more when she rises from straddling me, sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. The cold air hits my skin instantly, and she flips the blanket off of me, and a shiver runs down my spine. Dread runs through my blood instantly. I try to sit up, wanting to apologize for fucking this up, wanting to apologize for making such a fool out of myself, but she pushes me down again, just like she did when she first entered the room. My back hits the mattress again, and my eyes plead with her, desperate to make things better.

Her eyes run down my body, the wetness of my boxers too obvious from the moonlight dancing through the window. A fresh wave of shame washes through me, making it hard to look at her. She places her hands on my chest, the warmth of her skin instantly contrasting the chill in the air.

“God, you made such a fucking mess, didn’t you?” she asks, her lips forming a pout. When she talks, my cock stirs. I nod quickly, desperate to please her, desperate to make her happy, desperate to give her the right answer. “I should probably clean it up for you, shouldn’t I?” she asks, her face looking innocent while the meaning of her words sink in. I choke out a reply, barely able to speak, barely able to think, as my cock throbs, desperate to feel her mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking the cum off of it.

She moves her hands down my body, scrapping her nails against the hard plains of my stomach, leaving a sting in their place, only making me harder. I’ve never been one to be able to get hard after an orgasm, but it doesn’t seem to matter where Callie is involved. It feels like I could go all night. She reaches the band of my boxers, slipping her hands under slowly, so slowly that I have to resist the urge to beg, to plead for her to put me out of my misery, to finally give me the thing I have been desperate for. She slides my boxers down, taking her time, and I groan, unable to stop myself. I feel my hard cock rub against the fabric, wet with my cum, something that probably shouldn’t be erotic but is. My cock springs free, wetness coating it tip to base, and I feel my cheeks redden but don’t have enough of my brain to process it, too consumed by the look on Callie’s face as she stares at my cum soaked cock like she wants this more than I do.

Callie leans closer to me again, her face coming close to my ear again, making me groan in frustration again, knowing she will put this off as long as possible just to drive me insane. “You want me to lick your cock clean?” Callie asks, her voice coming out like honey, sweet and innocent. Her hair grazes against my shoulder and the side of my face, forcing goosebumps down my spine. I fist the sheets, not knowing where to put my hands but wanting to touch her more than anything. I nod quickly, wanting to feel her hands on me, wanting to feel her tongue on me, on my aching cock, but not knowing if I would even be able to form the words if I tried.

“Beg,” she says, her voice holding a challenge and confidence that I have never heard before. She rises just enough that we can make eye contact, and she challenges me with her eyes, knowing how badly I want this, how badly I need this. I stare into her brown eyes, seeing a completely different person from the best friend I’ve had for years, and I push the small amount of fear inside of me away, knowing that it’s just Callie. She knows me better than I know myself. I might not know what I’m doing, but if there is anyone I want to be doing this with, it’s her.

“Please,” I mutter, my voice sounding weak and hoarse. “Please suck my cock,” I say, clearing my throat, knowing that I probably sound pathetic, but even the idea of that, of sounding pathetic, of sounding desperate for her, just turns me on more. I just want her touch, her mouth, her cunt. I just want to finally admit how badly I want her and how much I have thought about this moment with her. I want to stop pretending that I don’t want her, because I have never wanted anyone like I want her, and she deserves to know it.

“Good boy,” she says with a small smile, my eyes drawn to her lips instantly. I soak in the approval, loving the feeling of knowing I did a good job, specifically knowing I did a good job for her. Callie leans forward, settling her weight on the bed next to me and bracing her arm on my thigh, leaning forward just enough to put her head a few inches above my cock, and it jumps in anticipation. I will myself to calm down, not wanting to cum again before she has even touched it, but seeing her with her lips mere inches away, licking her lips in anticipation, makes it hard to stop myself from cumming on the spot.

She moves slowly, rubbing her hands over the parts of my thighs that aren’t sticky, making my skin prickle. She lowers her head, low enough that I can feel her breath on the tip, and I bite my lip, holding back a moan as pleasure already rips through me. I don’t care about anything else other than her. I only focus on her, desperate to stay present and soak in this moment.

She sticks her tongue out, moving closer, and a strangled breath comes out of me, jerking my hips upwards, my body practically begging her to, finally, put me out of my misery. Her tongue touches the head of my cock, and my head falls back against my pillow as pleasure works up my spine. Her tongue is warm and wet and everything I imagined. She swipes her tongue right under the tip, on the sensitive skin. My balls tighten as she slides back and forth, teasing me.

She sucks the head into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, and I groan, not being able to hold back, not wanting to stop, needing her to know how much I am enjoying this, how good she makes me feel. I’ve never imagined that I’d be this vocal. I’ve enjoyed jacking off, sure, but it is nothing compared to the woman I have been thinking about for months, with her mouth on the tip of my cock, licking the cum off.

“Hold my hair, baby,” she says, her voice gentle and commanding, and I soak in the term of endearment, enjoying the way it easily glides off of her tongue more than I would admit. I release my hands from the sheets, grabbing her hair out of her face, fisting it in my hand right above her head, becoming a makeshift ponytail while she bobs on my cock, sucking cum into her mouth and stroking my cock with her mouth all at once.

“Holy fuck, that is so good,” I mutter, not even knowing how to explain how amazing this feels, how close I am to cumming again. I make eye contact with her as she runs her tongue down my shaft, licking the cum off of my balls. The urge to cum hits me suddenly, and I barely stop it, squeezing my eyes shut at the last possible second. Profanity leaks out of my mouth, letting her know how fucking close I was, and how badly I want to show her what she is doing to me.

She keeps sucking, and I keep getting two seconds away from cumming, but every time I’m on the edge, she backs off, removing her mouth from me and licking around my cock and on my thighs, cleaning the cum off other parts of me so that I can come back down from my orgasm. She keeps pulling me back from the edge, right when I’m about to fall. Fuck. She knows exactly what she is doing.

I groan as she starts sucking the tip again, something she’s found that drives me completely wild. She rubs her tongue in circles, going around the tip of my cock, making me see stars so bright that I can’t concentrate on anything. She pulls back again, and I groan again, loudly, aware of only Callie and her mouth. She looks at me with a smirk and the devil in her eyes as I try to catch my breath. “You need to be quiet. Someone could hear you,” she mutters, her evil little mouth coaxing my cock like I could have never even imagined, getting me so close to blowing my load that I have no control over my own mouth anymore. I can’t stop the noises, even if I fucking wanted to, even if I cared if anyone heard us.

“Callie,” I say her name with desperation on my tongue, my hips jerking uncontrollably, forcing my cock an extra inch into her mouth, an extra inch that makes my vision go blurry. “Your mouth feels like fucking heaven. I don’t give a fuck who hears us,” I mutter, as she takes my cock deep, holding eye contact with me while the tip hits the back of her throat, and I feel myself teeter over the edge, seconds away from cumming but, again, she pulls back, the cold air pushing my orgasm away instantly, and I groan. “Please let me cum,” I beg, my voice weak and hoarse. “Please,” I mutter, looking up at her with complete and utter surrender, knowing I am completely at her mercy right now. She rubs her fingers under the tip of my cock, right in the spot that drives me fucking wild, while she looks at me with innocent eyes that make me want to cum on her pretty little face.

“Oh, you want to cum?” she asks, coy as fuck. Acting as if she has never even thought of the idea. She starts pumping my cock with her hand, jerking me off, and my head rolls back with pure bliss.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I mumble, unable to even form words at this point. “Fuck, yes, please,” I beg as my balls tighten, her hand slowing, keeping me right on the edge–right where she wants me.

“You want to cum in my mouth?” she asks as she lifts her hand from my cock, and I hold back a literal whimper, ready to beg her to continue. My hips thrust all by themselves, small movements of complete and utter desperation: desperate to feel more of her mouth, her hand, hell any of her at this point.

I nod quickly, my body completely taking over, my mind not even working anymore. It feels like mush after being on the edge for so long.

“Then you need to shut the fuck up,” she smiles, her lips parting slowly as her mouth drops back down to my cock. Her cheeks hollowing out as she takes my entire cock down her throat again. A loud gruntled moan leaks out of my mouth, unable to focus on her earlier commands. Her mouth releases my cock again, and she looks at me with such disapproval that I would feel bad if I had any brain cells left.

The feeling of bliss instantly leaves my body when she rises to her feet, and I worry that she is going to leave me right on the edge. Instead, she removes her sleep shorts quickly. I take in her body; my eyes scour every inch of her bare skin that I’ve never seen. She walks closer to me again with her shorts in her hand, confusing me. She stuffs them in my mouth before I have a second to say anything, and the smell of her, the taste of her, completely invades all of my senses, sending me over the edge.

She barely even gets her mouth on my cock before it starts shooting cum for the second time tonight. I release my load into her mouth, the sleep shorts quieting my moans just enough that I know Callie will be pleased, and I let go, letting the shorts swallow my groans as they come. I get lost in the pleasure, completely losing control as Callie sucks the cum out of my balls, making my entire body feel as if it is melting as white-hot pleasure shoots through it, my second orgasm more intense than the first.

I come down from my orgasm after god knows how long, my breathing coming out ragged as my vision starts to focus again. My eyes catch on Callie, needing to see her, really see her, just to ground myself back down to earth.

“Come here,” I mutter, just wanting her lips on mine, finally kissing her the way I should have years ago. I want to taste her in more ways than one, but for now, I just need to feel her against me so I know this is real. I need her to put me back together after she shattered me entirely with that orgasm.