Dare Me

His blue eyes flashed with electric shock. I almost heard the sizzle. There was a beat of awful silence as Callum stared at me. He raised his eyebrows.

“You what?”

“Callum, he followed me from here and I only agreed to meet with him because – ” I broke off. Because I was just relieved it wasn’t my stepbrother. I shut myself up when I realized that a full explanation would dip into the story I vowed to never tell Callum. I fumbled with my words. “It was… I only agreed to meet him because – ” I stopped trying to explain when he turned and walked away. His back facing me promptly ripped my heart in two. “Wait,” I followed with emotion wringing in my voice. “Callum. Callum, please.”

When I caught his arm, it felt like I’d grabbed stone. I stared down at it in shock. I froze, my eyes following the thick vein throbbing under his inked skin, from the Roman numerals on his wrist up to the passage written in cursive on his forearm. I lost track of the vein just under the black and white clock on his bicep. My eyes were still on his body, traveling over every tattoo when I felt Callum turn harshly to me. He was still tense, fuming, but he watched in silence as I studied him. I had to do it – to be finally brave enough to get a good look at his new skin and all the marks on his body that he’d accumulated since I left. I had imagined him so much while I was away. I’d gotten so much right and so much wrong but either way, Callum was impossibly beautiful. So grown up and different yet exactly the same. Emotion glazed over my eyes. Our hot breaths swirled through the air. I felt them thawing him and trying to soothe me as I lamented the many different worlds of pain I’d caused him throughout our lives, together and apart.

His skin was always thick though, and it had thickened so much more in the time I was gone.

But thank God it didn’t get hard enough to give up on me.

With a sudden fistful of my shirt, Callum jerked me into his chest. I was silent as I watched his hands tug at the cotton. “Take it off,” he muttered. I lifted my arms and he peeled it off. I didn’t know what he was doing but I went with it. I breathed hard as he cupped my jaw, holding my eyes to his as his other hand undid my jeans. “Were you alone with him?”

“Yes.”

Callum yanked down my zipper. “He could’ve hurt you.”

I disagreed but didn’t argue. I was in public with Theo and would’ve never put myself in danger by meeting him privately, but that was beside the point now. “He didn’t hurt me,” I simply said as Callum’s eyes fell to my mouth.

“Did he do the fucking thing?”

“Yes.” The hello kiss. Callum had always rolled his eyes and found it so stupid but tonight, I could tell he flat-out loathed that Theo’s mouth had been anywhere on my skin let alone close to my lips. A dark cloud drifted over his gaze. I could see the lightning flickering behind it as he parted my jaw and stared into my mouth.

“Then I’m going to need to reclaim this.” Callum drew his thumb rough over my bottom lip. I closed my eyes and heard my own desire in the breath I let out. In his grip, I nodded. Desperately. I wanted him to do it. I needed so badly to please him. “Is that a yes?”

“Always.” I panted and opened my eyes to find his gleaming. “It’s never been anything else for you.”

Satisfaction curled his lip. “You’re going to do every last thing I want you to do tonight.”

“Tell me and I will.”

“Open your mouth for me.”

When I did, he thrust his tongue inside, his kiss burning hot. It was deep, demanding as it stroked me, sucked and licked me with such force that all other thoughts in my head flickered out like dead light bulbs. All I could think about was that tongue. It had always been so skilled but now it was commanding. Full of an authority it never had before. I moaned. If it had the power to bring me to these heights with just a kiss then I could only imagine how it could make me feel between my legs. I remembered the relief Callum used to bring me before I’d ever had penetrative sex. The thought of how skilled that tongue had grown since I’d been gone blinded me with arousal. I whimpered at its touch, losing complete awareness of my surroundings.

By the time Callum had taken my mouth back as his, I was already down to my thong. Sensation ricocheted through me, from my chest to my core as he kneaded greedy handfuls of my tits. They felt so full, so heavy and sensitive in his grasp. Every push and squeeze was for both his pleasure and mine. I could hear the appreciation in his breath and it got me wetter with every hard exhale. Panties soaked, I pushed them down my thighs. I couldn’t get them far enough down to simply fall so Callum hooked his fingers through the lace. I gasped away from his lips as he ripped it clean off me, pulling back to take in the sight of his bulging bicep, his arm still curled and my thong torn in his hand. I wasn’t sure I could be more turned on but he promptly proved me wrong.

“I’m not done with that mouth.” His words were so dirty yet matter-of-fact. They made me all the more eager to give.

“Tell me what you want, Callum.”

“I want you to wrap those gorgeous lips around my cock. I’m going to tell you exactly how I want it sucked and when I come, I want you to take it all.”

I could barely speak but I nodded, my shock masking my eagerness.

“Game?”

I swallowed and found my words. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” I could tell my answer surprised him. But he didn’t know how long I’d craved this moment. I’d spent countless nights agonizing over the time I’d taken for granted with him – all the kisses I’d dodged because I was moody, annoyed. I longed for him every night I was gone, ached so badly for a chance to please him again. I’d give him everything in me if I could find my way back and now that I had, my body was churning from head to toe with the need to spoil him with satisfaction.

“Good,” he rasped, crushing a kiss on my lips. His tongue invaded my mouth for barely a second before tearing away and leaving it parted, aching to be filled. “Get on your knees for me.”

I gladly did as I was told, the sound of his zipper spiking my excitement. I tugged on the denim at his knees, so visibly thirsty for him that he cracked a wicked and small but torturously sexy smile. That alone had my clit throbbing. I pumped my thighs, swiveled my hips. It gave my sex a hint of relief.

“Take it out.” His jeans pushed down his thighs, Callum left the rest of him for me to undo and I pounced at the chance. In no time, I had my fingers wrapped around his girth, waiting for his prompt. “Go on.” My mouth closed around the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue, teasing relentlessly till I heard a deep grunt. Then I started sucking, my pace immediately fast, my stroke immediately deep. I took his sudden fistful of my hair as a reward, a confirmation of how good I made him feel. “Fuck. Yes,” he hissed between his teeth. “Look at me, Lake. Let me see those eyes.”

I lifted my gaze at his beautiful face, the hot pleasure contorting it. I kept it on him as I moved back and forth on his shaft, my lips swollen and stretching around him. I could see in his chest, the flexing and un-flexing of his muscles, that his breaths were getting ragged.

“Christ, Lake, that feels so good,” he groaned. “Good girl. Take it. I want to feel the back of your throat.” I rose to the challenge, pulling tight handfuls of his jeans to bring his cock deeper inside me. “Fuck. Fuck, yes,” he breathed out, getting me wetter with every time he repeated the word yes. His voice was filled with such urgency, such erotic gratitude that I felt hypnotized with the need to hear him come. I loosened my throat, took as much of him as I could, wishing in that moment that I fit his every inch. But it was impossible for a man of his size and it honestly didn’t matter because I knew he was in ecstasy. His eyes closed and his head rolled back as he pulled my hair and hissed my name alongside the word yes.