“Not yet, but soon,” came the growl from behind me.
With no warning, Cal pushed one thick finger inside me, and I bucked against the intrusion.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
A second finger joined, a burning sensation accompanying the stretch.
Grimacing, I tried to pull away. “It’s too much.”
Holding me steady, Cal replied, “Baby, if you can’t handle two fingers, you’re in for a rude awakening when you get my cock.”
I’m going to die here. He’s going to rip me in two.
Breathing through the burn, I strengthened my resolve. I couldn’t back down now. This was what I came for, and damn if the idea of his giant cock didn’t send a fresh wave of arousal through my body.
Groaning, Cal pumped his fingers. “You like that? Thinking about how I’m going to fill you, stretching you wider than any man has before?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
Twisting the two fingers inside me, he added a third, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. My vision began to darken, and I had to remind myself to breathe.
Suddenly, his hand was gone, and I nearly sagged with relief. I needed a minute.
Cal didn’t care. The blunt end of his cock lined up with my waiting entrance. I tensed involuntarily, knowing penetration was imminent.
Hands moved beneath my jersey, tugging down the cups of my bra to toy with my nipples. My hips thrust back, and he slid in that first inch.
I heard him hiss behind me. “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”
Shocked, my head whipped around to look at him.
Big mistake.
Cal lurked like a giant behind me. Every tendon in his neck pronounced as he held himself back from thrusting deep inside me. Those blue eyes were so clouded with lust that I had to bite back a moan, knowing I was the cause.
Not waiting for an answer, he slid in another inch, and I gasped.
“Hannah,” he groaned in warning.
If he was asking about birth control, that meant he was raw-dogging it. We were already playing with fire, and he was trying to ensure we didn’t burn the whole place down.
Nodding, I shifted my hips, letting him in a tiny bit more, feeling the first barbell slip inside. Rocking, holding me steady, he gave me a moment to adjust before pressing further.
He was right—this was more than his fingers, and my body struggled to accommodate his size. Panting, trying not to freak out, I pressed my forehead to the cool glass of the window. I didn’t want him to see the way my eyes watered. I talked a big game, and now I had to deliver.
Another tiny thrust, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped. “Ow.”
“Having second thoughts? Say the word, and I’ll stop. But remember this, Hannah. You wanted this.” Cal’s voice was strained, but I knew he meant what he said. He would stop if I asked him to.
There was half a second when I considered the option to pull the ripcord and escape without permanent internal damage, but he slid that challenge in there on purpose. Cal knew as well as I did that I never backed down. It wasn’t in my nature.
Fuck him and his giant dick.
You already are.
I was borrowing trouble, and I knew it when I dared to ask, “How much more?”
“You want the truth?”
