“And most of the Magic Kingdom with him.”
He waggled his eyebrows at me. “Most?”
“I have this feeling that Princess Jasmine and possibly Belle have naughty sides, just a feeling,” I said.
Cal laughed and kissed me, his tongue reaching out to stroke my own. He tasted of chocolate and whiskey, of promises yet to be kept. “Let’s get out of here, luv. I think it’s time to do so much more.”
Chapter Nine
Iris
We were a whirling mess of hands and tearing fabric by the time we got off of the elevator to the top floor presidential suite. I was amazed with how heated we were that we didn’t fall short of getting into the room. At least on the top floor, it was key-only access, and there was no way that we’d be spotted by stray hotel guests. Still, it was all such a tornado of sensation—his scruff against my chin, the scent of chocolate and fine whiskey, the soft silk of his button down against my palms—that it overwhelmed me. I’m sure the room was nice, but I couldn’t process much about it.
In fact, I didn’t even remember making all the steps to the bed before I was lying on it and looking up hungrily at my…at Callum. He wasn’t my anything. Not my lover, not forever, but for tonight we’d have anything we wanted.
Tonight, I was going to know all about the world, all about the feelings I’d missed.
Callum started by crawling up from the foot of the bed, his body moving with the lithe, sensuous grace of a jungle cat. Yes, like a lion. He was king of all he surveyed, and Callum moved with that kind of confidence. That kind of purpose.
His shirt was ripped half open, and I hadn’t quite realized in my haze how hard I’d been on his buttons. Then again, the half open look was a good look for Callum. It could only be beaten by him stripping completely naked. There was soft moonlight coming in from the window, and it played across the lines of his abs. I could make out at least three ridgelines of his six pack, but I bet there was more.
Licking my lips, I commanded him. “Take your shirt off.”
His upper lip curled up, and I wondered if I seemed to him like one of those kittens dumb enough to swipe at a full-grown tiger, like I had no idea what I was getting myself into. “Now, you’re going to order me around, vixen? I think I like that.”
I nodded and bit my lower lip before speaking. “Exactly, we need to start by getting you naked.”
He chuckled. “Alright, luv, I can deal with that.”
Hopping off the bed for a moment, he stood tall and started working at his clothes. First, he pulled off the maroon Oxford he’d been wearing. My clit pulsed, and I pressed my legs together, trying to keep my lust to a minimum as he exposed his chest to me. Muscular arms and broad shoulders greeted me, tapering down into a solid, thick torso. There wasn’t a six pack. No, he had a ten pack, the body of a Greek god, and I loved watching how the silvery moonlight played across his skin. Then he reached down and undid the button on his pants.
My breath hitched as I anticipated the sight that was coming. He’d fingered me and laved over my body in the office. I’d felt his hardness more than just in the limo, but it had always been through the fabric of his pants. He’d been teasing me, making me wait for what was coming. Now it was here.
His pants fell free, and I wasn’t surprised in the least when Callum O’Brien stood naked before me. The lines of his abs led to the defined shelf of his hips and then to the thatch of dark curls that surrounded his dick. It was already erect, rigid and waiting for me
. I’d seen them on the internet and in porn that Allison would try and embarrass me with sometimes. But no, I had no experience with the real thing in the flesh. To be fair, I wasn’t sure if I was an expert on size or even knew the first thing about judging it.
Yet, with his dick standing tall and thickly veined around its head, it seemed to be so wide that I wasn’t sure if I’d fit it all into my mouth. You know, if he asked. But novice or not, it definitely looked to me like Callum was in a class by himself.
And that long, thick member was all for me.
Idly, he stroked his hardness. A small drop of precum leaked from his tip as he did it. My body felt like an inferno, like a raging fire building and crashing through it. I moaned and reached for my skirt, shimmying out of it awkwardly and throwing off my t-shirt as well. I’d already ditched the jacket somewhere in the elevator.
“You like that, do you, luv?”
“Yes, now come to me, Cal.”
His eyes seemed to flash with mischief and with promises of the long night to come. It made his eyes appear even bluer. “Yes, missus, I know what you need.”
“I trust you do,” I said, my voice a low, throaty purr. I was the vixen tonight—I was the girl who knew better, even if I had to fake my way around everything.
He straddled over me, and I felt the heft of him as he settled around my body. His member bobbed freely, and it pressed up against my belly, so warm and so inviting. Reaching over, Callum pinned my arms on either side of the mattress.
“You’re so ready, aren’t you, luv?”
I nodded. “I’m always ready for you.” To emphasize my point, I angled my hips toward him, even though I could barely lift them with his weight hovering over me. “What do you want to do?”
“Well, comfortable as this is, vixen, I need to be protected.”