Thrust

Smirking, he grabs my neck and pulls me to him, brushing his lips over mine. “I wish I had more time to pleasure every inch of your body, but that will have to wait till later.”

I watch in wonder as he quickly undoes his pants and zipper, before pulling his incredibly hard dick out, stroking it while looking me in the eyes.

I start grinding my hips to get closer to him, just wanting him inside me already. Watching him stroke himself is pure torture. I’m extremely jealous of that hand right now.

He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, causing me to lean into his touch. “Are you on the pill, Calla?” His jaw tightens as he watches me, waiting for an answer.

My insides do a little flip at the thought of him going bare inside me. I’ve never had sex without a condom. Jordan always made sure we used one. This is new and very . . . very hot.

I nod my head and wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him to me. “Yes, so just fuck me already. I want you, Kyan.”

“Shit, I love your mouth.” Without hesitation, he wraps my legs around his hips and slams into me. We both moan out at the feel of him naked inside of me. My insides shiver from the rush that it gives me.

“Oh shit, Kyan . . .” I smile against his lips. “No one has ever been inside me like this before.”

He grips my face and forces me to look him in the eyes. “Never?”

“Never,” I whisper. “Only you.”

Before I can even take another breath, he has me off the sink with my back pressed against the bathroom door.

The door bounces against the frame as he thrusts into me, fucking me deep and hard, being sure that I feel every inch of him inside me . . . and I do. I feel it all right. I feel it like I’ve never felt anything before.

His lips devour my lips, tasting me and teasing me like never before. The movement of his hips and the feel of his strong arms holding me have me completely satisfied and ready to surrender myself to him whenever he pleases. He’s that good and he knows it.

He’s taken the time to make sure that I’m always pleased and sex with Kyan only seems to get better each time.

Gripping my neck, he slows his movement, grinding his hips into me as his breath fans my lips. He’s grinding his hips so slow, and with perfect rhythm, that it reminds me of when we were dancing on the dance floor.

“Oh my God . . . Kyan.” I grip onto his hair and slam my head into the door as he quickens his pace, hitting my spot every single time. “I love you inside me,” I whisper. “So deep.”

He thrusts hard, then stops. “I only want me inside you like this, Calla.” He thrusts again, causing me to scream out and squeeze him with my legs. “Only my cock.”

I nod my head, lost in the moment. “Okay.” I bite my lip as he looks into my eyes. “Okay.”

That one words causes him to lose it. Gripping my face, he pounds into me, not slowing down until I’m coming undone and screaming in his arms.

A few seconds later, he carries me to the sink and sets me down as he quickly pulls out of me. He reaches for his dick and strokes it a few times, about to come any second, but I quickly push his hand away and jump down to my knees. I want to taste him so bad that my chest aches.

Swirling my tongue around the head of his dick, I suck it into my mouth while stroking it with my hand. A few seconds later I feel his cum hit the back of my throat. Without even thinking about it, I swallow it, being sure to clean up every last drop afterwards.

He throws his head back and moans, watching me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on him. Reaching for my hand, he pulls me up to my feet and presses his forehead to mine. “I think I’m in love,” he teases.

My heart swells for a split second until I quickly remind myself that he didn’t mean it like that.

We’re standing here, looking each other in the eyes, when someone knocks on the door. We both just smile as he helps me put myself together before fixing himself.

The person knocks again. “Any day now.”

“Coming,” Kyan says with a smirk.

I burst out in laughter before playfully pushing his chest. “I guess it’s only polite to get back to the wedding and give this asshole the bathroom.”

Grabbing my face, Kyan bites my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. “That’s okay. We have all night afterwards.”

I tilt my head and look at him in question. “We do?”

He nods his head and smiles, the cutest damn smile in the world. “I booked a room on the way here. You’re staying with me and Tori is driving back to Chicago.” He places his hand on my lower back. “Let’s go.”

I smile and walk out of the bathroom with pride, as Kyan holds the door open for us. To my surprise, Jordan is leaning against the wall waiting to get in. I was so wrapped up in Kyan that Jordan’s voice didn’t mean shit. It was a stranger to me.

He walks past us, giving us an awkward head nod, before closing himself into the bathroom.

Walking back to the party, all I can think of is how Kyan booked a room and wants me to stay with him. He couldn’t even kiss me on the mouth and now he wants me sleeping in the same bed as him.

I’m not sure I can survive a night with Kyan Wilder . . .

BEING HERE FOR CALLA BECAME my top priority for the night. I’m well aware that I fucked up with Kevin and I won’t be getting my gym, but there comes a time when you need to realize that the people you care about are more important. There will be other fucking gyms. There won’t be another Calla.

The look in her eyes and reading that letter tore at me. Then when I saw Jessica, I realized that just because it was easier for me than I expected, doesn’t mean it would be as easy for Calla; especially when it involved seeing both people that hurt her getting married. I couldn’t let her go through that alone.

The party ended over thirty minutes ago, so I left Calla downstairs in the lobby to say goodbye to her family. When she gets up here I plan to spend the night making sure that she feels good. I won’t let her be unhappy while she’s here in my arms. I may not be able to offer her much at home, but tonight I can.

The door opens as I’m pulling my shirt and tie off. I bring my attention up to Calla and smile. “How did it go?”

She shamelessly checks out my chest and abs as I stand here running my hands through my hair. Smiling, she falls back on the bed and grabs the blanket. “It went as well as it could, I suppose. It’s not going to be easy, but Kyan . . .” She grabs my hand and pulls me toward the end of the bed. “You made it so much less painful. I can never thank you enough for coming. What about that meeting you had?”