The hand that was underneath my head moved for more purchase, and I reached up and caught it with mine.
He squeezed it tight while his other hand went exploring.
But nothing was ever hurried. It was slow, teasing, and downright diabolical.
His fingers dipped into my belly button and swirled there for a second, taking his time at my midsection before he moved to other, more delicate places.
“First time I saw you, sitting in that booth,” he growled in my ear. “I wanted to lay you down and make you feel like you should’ve felt every day. Mal didn’t deserve you.”
My dead heart—or at least what I thought was dead—started to kick at his words.
“Wanted nothing more but to taste your lips. Feel your arms wrapped around my shoulders. Cuddle you while we watched serial killer shows.” He dragged his lips across my shoulder blades.
“Funny,” I said, “but that’s all I ever wanted, too. The moment I met you, you’ve done nothing but try to fix things for me. I had no clue I needed a hero until you showed up.”
His hips jerked, causing his cock to hit places inside of me that had never been hit before.
I gasped and arched back into him, causing him to chuckle.
“You feel good around me,” he rasped. “Hot. Silky. Mine.”
I clenched my inner muscles around him, causing him to hiss in a breath.
That was when our slow and sensual went to fast and hard.
I’m not sure what tipped it. Maybe it was my clenching muscles. Maybe it was the way his hips jerked, and he forced himself into me a bit harder than he had been.
Whatever the cause, I fucking liked it.
One second we were on our sides, and the next the computer was falling to the floor with a loud bang, I was rolled to my stomach, and then hauled to my knees.
Moments after that, he was behind me, fucking me, and doing it hard.
I buried my face into the pillow that’d once been underneath my head, hoping beyond hope that the sounds of my screams were drowned out by the fabric and feathers.
But then there came a point that I didn’t even care about that any longer.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, feeling something building inside of me. “I’m so close, Callum.”
He grunted out a wordless reply, then started to do me harder. As if he hadn’t been doing me hard before that.
Our skin slapped together so loudly that I knew it was echoing through the room.
And then the bed started to make noise as well.
Neither of us stopped.
Hell, he didn’t even slow.
Not when I could hear obvious male voices in the background, and definitely not when those voices turned to loud, boisterous chuckles.
I was too far gone.
Things were feeling so good that I had no other recourse but to let him finish me.
“Ah, fuck,” he moaned, his hand coming down on my ass and squeezing it tight.
I looked at him over my shoulder to see the muscles in his shoulders, neck, and abdomen flexing with each thrust of his hips.
A drop of sweat trickled down his chest, weaving a drunken pattern between his abs.
That was all it took. I came, and I came hard.
His startled eyes met mine, and he squeezed them shut moments later as his own release washed over him.
I dropped my face to the pillow once again, panting and replete, wondering what in the hell had just happened.
I’d never, not ever, had sex like that before.
That wasn’t sex. That was an out-of-body experience.
Callum rolled to his back and pulled me with him.
“I’m fucking starving,” he proclaimed loudly.
I rolled with him and pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” I promised. “How’s your ankle?”
“Hurts.”
I gasped. “You said it didn’t hurt!”
“Actually,” he corrected. “I didn’t. You said if I still felt that way in the morning… which I did. So there’s that.”
I just shook my head.
“I’ll make you breakfast. Can you get your own pants on?” I asked curiously.
Last night I’d had to help him. I was wondering if this morning he was capable of doing it on his own.
“Yes.” He paused. “I think.”
“I can help him put his pants on!” I heard called.
That was when my face flushed. “So they can hear us?”
He squeezed me tight. “Don’t show any fear.”
With that, he got up, leaving me to deal with getting dressed on my own.
“I’ll go to the kitchen. Head to the bathroom,” he suggested.
He opened the door as I took the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around myself.
When the door closed behind him, I gathered up my clothes from last night, peeked my head out into the hallway to make sure the coast was clear, and then went to the bathroom to take care of business.Chapter 11Moist.
-Coffee Cup
Desi
My stomach was now filled with butterflies as I cracked the bathroom door open and poked my head out.