Chapter Thirty-Six Callum #2
Lexie falls back onto the bed and my body covers hers.
Scooting her further up the mattress, I’m right there refusing to stop touching her for even a second.
Nails scrape my back, her thick thigh hitches around me as I wedge a pillow under her hips.
I’m so fucking hot and hard against her, it’s almost painful.
Her mouth against mine is growing more desperate.
“Please, Cal. I need you,” she pleads against my lips, her hand gripping my erection and giving it a pump. I buck against her with a hiss. If she does that again, it’s all over.
“Condom,” I mutter. But her grasp pulls me back in, guiding me to her entrance.
“I have an IUD,” she says, arching against me. “Please.” That’s all I need to hear. Sinking into her, my jaw clenches as her breath catches in her throat.
Fuck, she’s perfection.
I move inside her, nothing between us, and we moan together.
Using the pillow beneath her for leverage, I push in deeper, harder.
Every one of my senses is heightened—every touch, every movement is amplified.
Her gasps and sighs send electricity licking through my veins, urging me on.
She meets me with each thrust, driving me wild until I’m completely feral.
“Oh my god,” she moans, her legs around my hips pulling me closer. Bracing against my arms on either side of her head, I gaze down at the gorgeous woman beneath me as I pound into her. Her breasts bounce with each stroke, plush curves against my hard panes.
“I know, Dewdrop, I know,” I murmur as her eyes drift shut.
“Eyes on me.” Her blue eyes open to look up at me, her obedience more than gratifying.
Gaze locked, I power into her as the electricity builds between us.
Each sound of pleasure, each moan and sigh, fuels the primal hunger coursing through me.
“I’m going to come.” Lexie’s breathless words ask for permission.
“Not yet.” I’m not ready for her to come around my cock just yet, I want to draw this out as long as possible and my control can only last so long with her.
“Callum,” she pleads, her pussy quivering around me as she fights to keep her orgasm at bay.
“Such a good girl for me,” I mutter, her submission plucking at my last strands of control. “Just like that. You’re so beautiful while you take my cock.”
“I—I can’t,” she pants, arching against me. “Please.”
“Tell me who you belong to.” The demand slips past my control before I can think better of it.
My need to hear her say it is too strong, I don’t care that I’m playing dirty.
The way her eyes on me flash tells me she knows exactly what I’m doing.
But the defiance is only a flicker between the pleasure and delicious torture.
Shifting my weight on to one hand, my right arm goes under her left leg and lifts it towards my shoulder to push in deeper.
“No—” Her protest morphs into a breathless moan when my angle changes, hitting her G-spot. She writhes against me, eyes accusing. But I remain firm, gaze unwavering as I piston in and out of her.
“Tell me, Lexie.” My voice is deep with hunger.
Electricity is prickling at the base of my spine, my climax starting to spark inside me.
Gripping her hips I drive into her with a fury, making her cry out.
She can’t last much longer, I can feel her pussy fluttering as the orgasm threatens to overtake her. “Say it.”
“You, Callum.” The admission spills from her like she can’t help herself.
“I’m yours.” Her words wash over me, dousing me in flames.
Hooking my arms under her thighs to lift her hips off the bed, I push into her so hard and deep that I bottom out.
Her eyes roll back in her head, hands fisting in the bedsheets.
“Come for me, Lexie,” I growl. “Come while I claim what’s mine.” Lexie’s release is immediate, her body bowing with the euphoria that pulls the breath from her lungs.
Nothing is more beautiful than Lexie when she orgasms.
Nothing.
The light in her eyes and flush of her cheeks, her lips parted in ecstasy—there are no witty remarks or denials.
The moment she comes around my cock, fingers, or tongue, she’s mine.
Every sensation, every beat of her racing heart, every gasp of breath—they belong to me.
Her eyes, connected with mine, tell me she knows it too.
Her perfect pussy clenches my cock and my own climax strikes like lightning.
The sparks collecting in my balls explode, pleasure whipping through me like a live wire.
I move through my release, powering into Lexie as I empty into my pretty pink pussy.
My groan vibrates through my chest, her inner muscles pulling every last drop of cum from me.
“Oh my god, Cal.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, her body trembling against me with the aftershocks.
She gazes up at me through half-lidded eyes, a soft sated smile on her lips.
Our chests heave in unison, fighting for breath.
My hand lifts to brush a strand of her hair from her luminous face.
I love her.
Staring down at Lexie, I’m hit over the head with the revelation. It’s undeniable, settling so deeply in my chest that it’s a part of me. I don’t just care about her, she’s the only thing I care about. She’s become my first priority and my last tether to sanity.
I lean down to kiss her, my tongue sliding in to taste her. She tastes like sweetness, satisfaction, and mine. I could lay here, drinking her in, for the rest of my life and never get tired of her.
“You’re an asshole,” she mutters, calling me out even as she’s still catching her breath. I grin against her lips, a self-satisfied laugh rumbling through my chest. She’s right, but that doesn’t change the outcome. Catching her lip between my teeth, I give a sharp tug.
“We both got what we wanted.”
“That was a power play, Callum. Not a compromise,” she argues, her lips moving passionately with mine, even as I pull out of her.
“I always get results. You know that.” My arms start to shake over her, the exhaustion creeping in. I’ve never come harder in my fucking life—each time with this woman just gets better and better.
Lowering onto my elbows, I make sure to keep the majority of my weight off her.
“It doesn’t mean anything.” I can hear the uncertainty in her voice. There’s really no point in denying us anymore.
“Keep telling yourself that,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her jaw.
Rolling to the side, I land heavily on the bed beside her.
Staring up at the ceiling, my mind processes the realization I’ve been hit with.
Surprisingly, I feel relieved instead of panicked.
I’m not shocked—my obsession with my pretty pink nurse has been growing since the moment we met.
“I can’t give you what you want from me.” Her tone is soft, resigned. She doesn’t want to keep fighting what’s between us. One step closer.
“What do I want from you?”
“Control,” she replies easily. “You’re the biggest control freak I’ve ever met.”
“You didn’t mind me controlling you a few seconds ago.”
“I’m serious, Callum. I’m not a problem for you to handle.” What’s happened to Lexie that makes her so terrified of being tied to someone else? An abusive ex?
Who hurt her?
The thought makes me want to start demanding names. I’ll drown them in gasoline, light a match, and watch their entire world burn with a smile on my face.
When I reach for her, she sits up to look me in the eye. I turn my head to meet her gaze head-on. I’m not hiding from this conversation, there can’t be anything left up for interpretation between us. The sooner we get this cleared up, the better.
“I’d never smother your spark, Lexie. I like your fire. I don’t want to control you, you’re perfect just the way you are.” Like the fucking sun that gives life to everything under its rays. And I’m a selfish bastard addicted to her warmth.