I gasp.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He teases my clit with a quick flick of his tongue. It rolls over the sensitive bump, sending a pulsing wave of pleasure through me.
“Making myself come since you’re not up for the task.”
“The only one making you come is me.” His eyes sparkle as he looks up at me, his stubble shining with my arousal. “Touch yourself again and I’ll find a better way to keep your hands occupied.”
His threat makes my toes curl and my heart pound. My body tightens, the urge to defy him driving me mad.
All it takes is one single pinch of my nipple to send him reeling.
Cal all but drags me off the bed and on to my knees. The carpet burns my skin, but the sting of pain is only temporary compared to the heat rolling through me as Cal pinches the same nipple I touched.
“Hands where I can see them,” he orders.
I flip him off with both.
He chuckles. “You want to play?” He gives my other nipple the same attention, teasing the hard peak until my head drops back. “You want to get yourself off?”
“Yes.” My fingernails dig into my thighs.
“That’s too damn bad. You touch yourself when I say you can.” He tugs his shorts down. The moon peeks through the blinds, illuminating every inch of him.
Every. Single. Hard. Inch.
Saliva pools in my mouth, the sheer size of him bringing all kinds of dirty thoughts to mind.
“Just like you come when I say you do.” He fists his cock once, drawing a bead of pre-cum from the tip. “Open your mouth.”
I do what he says. His cock slides against my tongue, the taste of him overriding all my other senses. He pushes until my lungs burn and my eyes water.
“Breathe.” He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t so much as retreat a single inch, forcing me to breathe through my nose and fight the panic clawing at my chest.
He reaches out to cup my chin. “You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock.” His gaze slides from me to the antique mirror across from us. Our eyes catch each other’s in the reflection, and he holds that connection as he withdraws.
Goose bumps break out across my skin, the sight of him thrusting his cock into my mouth nearly making my eyes roll.
“Look how good you take me.” His hands latch on to my scalp as he plunges into my mouth over and over again, all while I watch in the mirror.
Everything about him entrances me.
The rise and fall of his chest with each powerful thrust.
His muscles rippling as he fucks my mouth, using me like his favorite toy.
The way he looks at me with affection despite the way he ravages my throat. Like our very souls are reconnecting again after being apart for years.
He pulls out all too soon, leaving a string of saliva connecting the head of his cock to my lips.
“Fuck. That’s hot.” He wipes the bead of pre-cum oozing from his tip and swipes it across my lips, branding the swollen flesh with his arousal.
My tongue darts out, teasing the pad of his thumb before swiping away at the salty release.
Cal throws me back on the bed before dragging my legs toward the edge.
“Are you on the pill?” He dips a finger inside me before releasing a confirmatory noise.
I shake my head. “Shot.”
“Condom?” He pumps his cock once, the sight of him seeking his own pleasure making my heart beat harder against my rib cage.
“I’d rather feel you come inside me.”
He groans, making me feel like a queen. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. My heart pounds in my chest as he leans forward and lines himself up, his fingers gripping into my ass as he angles me higher.
There is no warning. No sweet words whispered in my ear. No easing me into the situation as he thrusts inside me in one single stroke, making my eyes water and my legs shake around him as I take all of him.
My back curves up to the ceiling as he seats himself to the hilt inside of me.
He leans forward, pressing his weight into me. “You know what you feel like?” There is a slight tremble to his voice.
I shake my head.
“You feel like home.” He retreats, only to slam into me again. “Like I spent the last six years lost with no way of being able to return. As if I was stuck in an endless night with no light to help guide me back to you.” He lifts me higher this time, changing his angle as he slides in slower this time, drawing out our pleasure.
My legs tighten around his body, tugging him forward until he hovers over me again.
Whatever control Cal had over the situation snaps as he throws my legs over his shoulders and drives himself inside me with enough power to push me backward. I grasp the comforter and take his thrusts.
Pleasure builds, my orgasm slowly rising like the beginnings of a wave. I want to give in but the urge to hold out has me fighting back the pressure building in my lower belly. Cal takes my lack of orgasm as a challenge. His thrusts deepen, stealing my breath away with every single push.
When he catches me slipping backward, he pulls me back and wraps his fingers around my throat, holding me in place as he drives into me with abandon.
Shit. He fucks like a man on the brink of madness.
“Cal,” I rasp.
“Say my name like that again.” His hand around my neck tightens.
“Cal.” I gasp as his cock brushes against the sensitive spot inside me. He repeats the same move, and my back arches as if pulled by a string.
My legs hanging over his shoulders tremble as I explode.
Cal doesn’t stop thrusting until another orgasm builds inside of me. This time, he follows soon after me, his body shuddering from his release. His pumps become shallower, his movements jerkier as he rides his orgasm until the end.
He collapses against me, driving us both deeper into the mattress. I brush through the slick strands of his hair with my fingers.
He presses a chaste kiss against my skin. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Then become the man who does.”
39
CAL
I run my hands through Lana’s hair. She always loved when I would play with the strands until she fell asleep. My own eyes begin to droop, post-sex drowsiness trying to pull me under.
Time to go.
I’m not ready to leave, although I know I’m going to have to. It’s inevitable with Cami in the house.
“I should go before I fall asleep.” My fingers run down her back, tracing the goose bumps breaking out across her skin. She snuggles deeper into my chest and throws her leg over mine.
“I don’t want you to leave,” she grumbles against my skin.
I chuckle and drop a soft kiss on the top of her head, earning a sweet sigh from her. “I know, but I doubt you want to wake up in the morning to Cami asking you a hundred questions about us.”
She flinches against me.
This is exactly why you need to leave.
Because no matter what has changed between us, Lana will always protect her daughter first, even if it means hiding what we are until she trusts me fully.