“Might as well hand yourself over, bluebird. I’ll make it enjoyable, I swear.”
I know he’s telling the truth, it really will be enjoyable, but there’s something so thrilling about him coming for me like this. Giving up just wouldn’t be any fun. I dodge behind his workbench, trying to keep a straight face. “You’re gonna have to come and get me,” I say, shrugging.
“All right. You asked for it.” I expect him to come at me from the left, so I’m already skirting the opposite way, but he plants his hands on the bench between us and vaults over it, right in front of me. He grabs me, wrapping his arms around me, and I know it’s over. There’s nowhere for me to go now. I struggle for a second, unable to breathe, laughing too hard to make any sense as I beg him to let me go.
Callan bites my neck, a low growl rumbling in the base of his throat. “I’m not gonna be kind now, bluebird. The panties are coming off and I’m gonna slap that perfect little ass of yours until it’s pink.”
I scream, trying to wriggle free but the man has a vice-like grip on me. “Pleasepleaseplease! Let me go. I have work to do. I need to go grocery shopping. I haven’t shaved my legs.”
“What does any of that have to do with the hiding I’m about to give you?” He nips at my neck again, sending a jolt of electricity shooting down my arms and legs.
“Callan, don’t you dare!” I gasp. I still haven’t stopped laughing. Still can’t breathe properly. He’s smirking like the devil himself as he kisses me. I try to wrestle free again, but his mouth is hot and demanding and he’s impossible to resist. I fall slack in his arms, releasing myself to him, allowing him to take me. It’s not long before I’m lost in the kiss, lost in him as he loosens his grip on me and begins to stroke his hands up and down my body.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he whispers.
“I missed you, too.”
Callan makes short work of removing my clothes. After all the chasing and pretending, I’m all too eager to have his hands on my bare skin. He kicks the door closed and hits the red light. He strips out of his clothes quickly, and I watch, my heart thrumming frantically as he loses his shirt, and then his socks, jeans and his boxers. Our bodies are bathed in crimson, both of us a study in light and shadow. Callan sits himself down on the bar stool he keeps stowed under his bench and he pats his knee.
“Come on, then. Better get this over with.” He looks so sinister in this light, grinning at me like he wants to eat me up. My nipples are hard, aching, and I’m wet already, turned on by the mere thought of what is about to happen.
“You’d better be nice,” I tell him.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
I bend myself over his lap, feeling flushed and warm. I want him so fucking bad. My body is so attuned to him now, so used to fitting into place with him. I want him inside me. Need him inside me. I know I’ll have what I want soon enough. But first, Callan seems intent on having his way with me.
The first time his hand comes down on my behind, I yelp, not expecting the sharp pain. It hurts, but it also feels ridiculously good. Callan hisses. “Again?” he asks. He’s giving me the option of refusing, but he knows I won’t take it.
“Again.”
“Mmm. Good.” His hand comes down on me again, even harder this time. I have to bite my lip to prevent myself from crying out. Underneath me, Callan’s cock presses up against my breasts, growing harder and harder by the second. After my fourth strike, I can tell he’s losing will power. He wants to fuck me just as badly I need him to.
“You want me yet, bluebird?” he whispers, wrapping my hair around his clenched fist. He pulls, hard enough that my head is tugged back so I have to look at him.
“Yes. God, please, Callan.”
“You’re such a good girl to ask so politely.” He snakes an arm around my waist, lifting me off his lap. My feet don’t touch the floor. Sitting me down on his workbench, he spreads my legs and ducks down, gently licking at my pussy. He groans the first time his tongue touches me, applying a commanding pressure against my clit. “Fuck, you taste amazing, bluebird. I just want to eat you up.”
And he does. He licks and sucks and teases, making my body tremble and quake, making me fall apart. He knows when I’m about to come. As I start to tumble over the edge, he pushes his fingers inside me and it feels like there are fireworks going off inside my head.
“Fuck, Callan. Shit. Shit!”