Chapter Thirty Lexie
Oh god.
His lips on mine are angry and heated, demanding everything from me as his hands yank my body against his.
My dress loosens as the zipper is lowered roughly.
His pent-up frustration is being inflicted on me with every rough press of his fingers and nip of his teeth, and my body responds eagerly to all of it.
With each article of clothing taken off me, I’m pulling away the fabric covering him until there’s nothing left between us.
Our movements are frantic and desperate, trailing clothes across the front room.
We don’t make it to the bedroom, Callum’s too impatient.
His erection presses against my stomach, hot, heady, and hungry for me.
Our lips are pulled apart when Callum pushes me down onto the couch.
The condom wrapper he pulls from the pocket of his discarded pants is hastily ripped open by his teeth.
His eyes don’t leave me for a second as he rolls the latex down the length of his impressive cock.
He lowers to join me, kneeling with one knee on the couch between my legs, the other stabilized on the floor.
The potent desire on his face is really fucking hot, handsome and ruthless.
His large hands grip my hips, pulling my open legs around his waist to line himself up at my entrance.
The first stroke is deep and hard, stealing my breath as we moan together.
Then he pulls out and pushes back in, building a punishing pace.
His piercing eyes drill into me as intensely as his big, hard cock.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? Do you?” he demands, an edge in his voice that’s punctuated with the rough pounding of his hips.
“Callum,” I moan loudly at the feeling of him filling me, stretching me so completely.
“You’ve gotten so deep under my skin I will never get enough. You’ve fucking branded me. Every second of every day, it’s you. Your wit, your laugh, how fucking good you smell. I can’t have a single thought without you being right there in the center of it. It’s maddening.”
“Cal—” His name is ripped from me with a gasp.
His pelvis rubs my clit roughly with each powerful thrust, sending sharp bolts of pleasure racing through me.
His beard scrapes over my skin as his lips move across my throat, shoulders, breasts.
He nips, licks, and sucks, marking my fair skin—branding me.
“You drive me crazy,” he rasps. “With this smart mouth of yours, this gorgeous body, and that addicting smile.”
“Oh, shit.” He’s stroking me so deeply, it’s all I can do to ride it out and let him take me.
“Every time you defy me, all I can think about is fucking the attitude right out of you. Just like this.” He hooks his arms under my thighs and lifts my hips to push in deeper, making me cry in pleasure. “Tell me you’re sorry.”
“No. I’m not.” I shake my head, biting my lip against the sensations rippling through me.
“Say it, Lexie.”
“No,” I insist. “Oh fuck. Right there.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t let you come. That should be your punishment.”
“No, Cal. Please. Please, I need it.”
“I know what you need,” he growls. “And you’re going to give me what I want.”
“I’m not apologizing—” My back arches beneath him as his angle changes and he strokes something so deep inside me that my lungs malfunction. He drills into me, relentlessly, his hard muscles hitting my soft flesh over and over again as I’m dragged into delirium.
“Come,” he demands roughly, the order opening the floodgates.
The waves of bliss overwhelm me until I’m nearly drowning.
I come hard and fast, eyes latched to his as I’m overtaken.
Callum’s rhythm never changes from punishing, my body being pushed closer and closer to the edge of delicious agony as another climax builds inside me. “I want four more.”
“What?” My eyes widen, back arching when he lifts one of my breasts to roughly suck my nipple.
“Orgasms. You’re going to come for me four more times.
” It’s a demand, not a request. A moan falls from me as his other hand moves to circle my clit.
His thumb rubs smooth, slow circles, the sensation in total contrast to how harshly he’s slamming into me with each demanding stroke.
Callum is everywhere, the stimulation is almost too much.
I’m already on the crest, we both feel it. “But not until I say so.”
“I—” I pant, my eyes closing as my head falls back against the couch. “I’m so close.”
“Eyes on me.” His order rumbles against my chest, and I obey. My eyes open to look at him, his gaze locking possessively with mine. His body is so powerful, I’m being taken so completely there’s nothing I can do but hold on for dear life. “Say my name when you come for me.”
And I do. Callum’s name tumbles from my mouth over and over as I shatter into a million pieces, my pussy squeezing his cock as he pistons in and out. He doesn’t slow, even as the sweat begins to drip from his forehead. His eyes hold me there and he curses under his breath.
“You’re fucking perfection. Every inch of you,” he growls, jaw clenched. I’m not even put back together after my last orgasm before Callum’s body is demanding another one from me. “Look at how good you take every inch of me. My beautiful, dirty girl.”
My eyes break from his to look down at my lifted hips to where he enters me, his big, hard, cock pulling in and out vigorously.
The sight of how fully and deeply he’s filling me almost makes me come again on the spot.
I’ve never seen anything so erotic. I gasp, the sensations overtaking me. “Fuck, Callum. You’re so big.”
He is so big, his body, his presence, his authority.
He’s overwhelming and all-consuming, since the moment he entered my life.
Callum’s there—in my mind, inside me—demanding things from me I never knew I could give.
Things I never realized I want, things I need.
He thinks I’ve invaded his life, but he’s completely conquered mine.
“I’m coming. Please.” I don’t want to hold this orgasm back, I can’t.
“Since you asked so nicely.” Callum leans down to nip at my jaw, his facial hair scraping against my sensitive skin. “Kiss me when you come all over my cock.”
The climax rolls through my body, every nerve ending firing at once.
Callum’s lips capture mine, swallowing my moans as his mouth explores.
My hands claw against his back, wanting him closer, deeper.
His breathing changes, becoming more feral and ragged.
He’s trying to hold back, but I know he’s close.
And I want him to finish inside me, want to bring him over the edge.
I need to make him lose control, knowing I’m the one doing it to him.
That it’s me who’s unraveling him, overwhelming him.
I tighten my inner muscles to squeeze him as he moves inside me, and he grunts wildly, his eyes snapping to mine.
“We’re not done yet. You owe me two more.”
“I can’t, I need you.” I’m breathless. I scrape my nails up his neck into his hair, squeezing him again.
A fierceness flashes in his eyes as something snaps inside him.
His control dissolves right before my eyes, the restraint falling away to reveal the passionate beast inside.
A thrill runs through me at the primal expression on his handsome face, elated with the knowledge that I put it there. That I’m his undoing.
Callum’s rhythm changes, growing desperate.
He’s not driving, now he’s chasing something.
Chasing his own release. “Fuck, you have no idea how incredible you feel,” he mutters, and I can only moan in response.
His hands are everywhere, ravaging and worshiping.
The light inside me is building again. “No. Fucking. Idea.”
Callum’s release hits him like a freight train, ripping a groan from deep inside his chest. The muscles of his powerful body ripple with the force of his climax, his arms shaking above me.
Looking into his eyes as he falls apart with my name on his lips sends me over the edge.
I shout his name, the light exploding inside me until I’m blinded.
My chest heaves as I gasp for breath, Callum’s breathing as erratic as mine. Lowering his head, his lips taste the skin of my throat as I bask in the glow of satiated bliss. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer as he pulls out of me, his lips never leaving my skin.
“Mmm,” I hum. Callum’s arms harden around my waist and he’s flipping us over so he’s lying on the couch and I’m draped across him. My breath hitches.
“Take it easy, I’m already sore,” I admonish. It’s not a lie, there’s already a dull ache settling over my body with the sated exhaustion. The tenderness growing between my thighs is definitely going to make sitting difficult tomorrow, and the next day.
“Good.” Gentle fingers brush sweaty hair from my forehead. “I want you to feel me for the rest of the week,” he murmurs. My hand starts wandering over his chest, tracing the indents of his muscled torso. He feels so solid beneath me, his large arms enveloping me completely.
“After that, I’m going to feel you for the rest of my life.” It’s meant to be a one-liner, but there’s a moment of silence as the joke misses its mark and settles like a Pandora’s box between us. Neither of us are brave enough to venture a look inside, opting to ignore it instead.
“You owe me another orgasm.”
“Not right now, I need a nap,” I yawn. His laugh rolls over me, vibrating in his chest against my cheek. His hand runs through my hair in lazy strokes.
“Don’t think I’ll forget, Dewdrop. I won’t.”
“Don’t think that wearing me out like this means you’re the boss of me,” I counter. This time his laugh is different, deeper—the way an adult laughs when they’re dealing with a child. Like I’m simply in denial of the truth.
Maybe I am.
We lay in silence, just enjoying each other’s company for a while—dozing in and out as we recover in our satisfied state—until I hear my phone chime with a calendar reminder. It’s time to get up. Shifting against him, strong arms tighten to halt my movement.
“Where are you going?” he asks deeply, pulling me back down as if laying on top of him is where I belong. I lift up to look at him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“To put my clothes back on,” I say, gently brushing a lock of hair back from his forehead. Callum’s gaze tracks me like a heat-seeking missile.
“That’s a waste of time. I’ll just have to rip off anything you put on.” I can’t help my laugh, even though I know he’s serious. His hands roam across my skin, caressing and massaging every inch he can get his greedy hands on.
“Oh really,” I counter. “Sounds a little counterproductive since we’re supposed to start packing. Our ride is coming early tomorrow.”
“The car leaves when I say.” His tone is final, not in any hurry to let me climb off of him.
His body is substantial and firm beneath me, it’s actually really nice.
I’m a little surprised he doesn’t feel crushed by my weight on top of him, especially after getting all hot and sweaty.
My hair needs a good scrub after being so properly and thoroughly fucked.
“It’s your schedule,” I concede without a fight this time, letting him pull me back down to capture my lips. His mouth moves against mine passionately, our tongues dancing together.
“But if you ever ruin a bra by ripping it off, I’ll have to kill you.” I mean it. “Good bras are hard to find in my size, and they don’t come cheap.”
“I’ll buy you a million bras, as long as I get to see you in them. I’ll unwrap you like a present.” He trails a hand up my side to palm my breast. His mouth turns possessive against mine as he gives my flesh a rough squeeze, eliciting a soft moan from me.
“I can’t argue with that.”
Getting ready for bed consists of showering together.
Callum watches as I shampoo and condition my hair before he washes every inch of my body, then his own.
I can’t help my yawns as the exhaustion from the day creeps in.
After Callum towel dries me, I skip the blow dryer and follow him into bed with wet hair and completely naked.
He tucks me into the covers, then pulls out his phone to respond to messages. Sleep claims me after a few minutes listening to the sound of his typing; being fucked into oblivion tends to have that effect on me. But it’s not too long before my demons come to find me.
I can’t run from it, I’m forced to watch the devastation. Helpless, hopeless.
Suffocating.
“Lexie.” A deep voice breaks through my subconscious. My eyes fly open with a gasp, I bolt up out of the bed, but a strong arm around my waist keeps me from going too far. My eyes search wildly in the darkness, confused and disoriented, as I try to regain my bearings.
“Hey, shhh. You’re okay.” A large hand cups my cheek and turns my head to meet a pair of warm hazel eyes.
“You’re okay, I’m here.” Callum gazes down at me, his expression full of concern.
I blink up at him, panting as I slowly claw through the fog back to consciousness.
Callum leans over me in the bed, anchoring me back to reality.
“Oh,” I breathe, and repeat, “I’m okay.” Easing back down onto the pillow, I turn my head to face him as he pulls me closer.
He gently brushes a tendril of hair from my face, gazing at me in the darkness. “Tell me about it.”
“Truth?” He nods as his fingers run through my damp hair soothingly. “I can’t move. I’m staring at the patients dying right in front of me—children dying. And I can’t move. Can’t speak, can’t breathe.” The memory of it makes me breathless all over again.
“It wasn’t real, I’m real. Let’s breathe together.
Can you do that for me?” I nod. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. Ready?” I nod again, and we breathe together.
I suck in long, deep breaths through my nose, and blow them out slowly through my mouth.
We do it four more times, until I’ve stopped shaking and my shoulders start to relax.
“That’s my girl.”
“Thank you, Cal,” I say softly, inching closer. “It’s your turn, I want a truth.” But my brain can’t conjure up a question. “I can’t think of anything to ask.”
“I want you to be mine.” His confession surprises me, sending butterflies and confusion tumbling through me.
“You’ve already claimed me as yours,” I point out. But his gaze remains unrelenting on mine.
“I want you to be mine,” he repeats slowly. Softly.
“I can’t give myself to you,” I inform him, almost apologetically. Not yet.
“I know,” he assures me, allowing relief to extinguish the panic slowly burning to life in my veins. “Get some sleep.”
As my eyes drift closed, this time there’s only one thing running through my mind on a loop: I want you to be mine.