Chapter 9 Calli
CALLI
Ishould stop.
I've never done something like this. I've never let a man wrap anything around my neck before.
My fingers tremble as they close around the edge of the cloth, but I stop.
I don't pull it off.
Instead, I allow his words to sink into me like hot coals, burning away any hesitation. I reach for the hem of my tank top and lift it upward, revealing my bra underneath. He takes my shirt and maneuvers it through the long piece of fabric he's holding and throws it aside.
The air hits my skin, raising goosebumps across my stomach and back.
Niko's eyes darken as they rake over my newly exposed flesh.
He tugs on the wrap around my neck, pulling me closer.
I don't know if it's the wine, the heat in his eyes, or the way he's looking at me like I'm the only thing that's ever mattered, but something in me breaks wide open the moment his hands slide around my waist and pull me flush against him.
He traces a finger along my collarbone, barely touching me. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asks.
I shake my head, unable to speak as his finger trails down between my breasts, stopping at the edge of my bra.
"You consume me. You make me lose control," he says. "And I never lose control."
I reach for him, running my hands up his bare chest, feeling the contrast between smooth skin and hard muscle.
I feel myself getting wet, my body overtaking my mind, my desire starting to drive me.
His mouth finds mine again, hungrier this time. There's nothing gentle about this kiss. It's demanding, stealing the very breath from my lungs.
I grab him now, finally enjoying his skin beneath my fingertips.
His hands are all over me, claiming, and before I know it, he's got the hook of my bra in his hands, and with a twist, it loosens and hangs on my shoulders.
His hands slide up my stomach, under the bra, and massage my breasts. I shimmy the bra off as he gently pinches my nipple.
I lick my lips and my mouth goes dry.
"Fuck," he breathes out, cupping my breasts. "You're perfect, Calli."
The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core, and I can't help the moan that escapes me.
"I love the sounds you make," he says, his voice thick with desire. "I want to hear every one of them."
He lowers his head and I feel his warm tongue circle my nipple. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him to me as waves of pleasure wash over me.
His free hand slides down my back, into my compression shorts, cupping my ass and squeezing. I push against him, feeling his hardness through his pants, and he groans against my breast.
"Niko," I gasp, his name a plea on my lips.
I reach down and undo his belt, and his pants slide down. I see his black boxer briefs barely containing him.
I stroke him from outside his underwear, and I feel his breath quicken against my skin.
I slide my hand inside his briefs and my fingertips find the shaft of his throbbing cock. He's large and thick, and his body goes slightly rigid as I stroke him.
When he can't take it anymore, he hooks his fingers around my shorts and pulls them down, never stopping his kissing and licking on my breasts and neck.
"Fuck," he says, running his hand over the top of my panties. "You're already so wet."
I bite my lip to suppress the moan from the electricity that shoots through me as he rubs me.
"You did that," I say, looking directly into his dark, lustful eyes, and say what my body demands of me. "So do something about it."
The wrap around my neck tightens as he gives it a tug, reminding me of our connection, of the surrender.
His eyes fill with erotic lust as one hand lifts me effortlessly, setting me down on the padded bench in the corner of the gym. The other pulls on my panties, dragging them down my thighs, slow, deliberate, like he's unwrapping a gift he's wanted forever.
When they hit the floor, he drops to his knees between my legs and spreads me open with both hands, then leans in.
"Niko," I gasp as his tongue licks a slow, torturous line up my center.
He moans against me, the vibration making my hips buck forward. "You taste even better than I dreamed."
I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging, gasping, riding his face as he devours me like he's starving.
Like this is the only meal he'll ever need. Screw dinner.
His tongue works me perfectly, circling my clit, teasing me until I'm shaking under him.
All the while, he never lets go of the wrap. His leash for keeping me where he wants me.
And just when I think I can't take any more, when I'm teetering on the edge of falling apart, he slides a finger inside me, and after a few seconds, slides in another. He curls them as his tongue continues exploring my clit.
"God, Niko. Don't stop. Don't stop!" I say, grinding against his mouth.
He doesn't.
I close my eyes, tilting my head back. My hand is still gripping his hair but I don't even notice. My body is humming. My toes tingling and I feel my core getting tighter.
Fire builds in me as I get closer to the edge. I've been waiting for him to make me feel this way longer than I'd admit, and now that it's here I can't control myself.
Tighter and tighter my orgasm winds me up, pushes me to the edge, and as Niko's tongue works its magic, I fucking explode.
White light flashes behind my eyelids followed by stars. I shake, moan, maybe even scream—I don't know. It's been forever since anyone's done this to me.
I go limp as he licks me through it, keeping his pace until I'm trembling, sensitive, my thighs twitching as I try to pull away. But he growls and pins my hips to the bench with both hands.
"You said don't stop," he reminds me. "So I'm not."
He gives me a few seconds, and then starts licking me again. It doesn't take long before he's tasting more of me as another orgasm rolls over my body. This one feels like it breaks something loose inside me.
I lay there gasping as he stands and takes off his boxer briefs.
I sit up and watch his hard cock spring free. It's throbbing and glistening at the tip. I lick my lips, wanting it in my mouth.
I grip him in both hands and look up.
I slowly lick up the side of his shaft, staring into his eyes, watching him turn into a predator eyeing its prey.
His jaw clenches as I take him into my mouth.
I taste his precum as I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, moaning as I feel his hands fist in my hair.
"Fuck, Calli," he says, thrusting slightly into my mouth.
I relax my throat and take him in as much as I can before gagging. I don't stop until he pulls me off him, breathing hard. "Not like that. I want to be inside you when I come."
He pulls on the leash and I stand. He spins me around and bends me forward. I grip the bench as he shifts my legs wider apart.
There's a moment of anticipation, and then I feel it. He runs the head of his cock up and down my entrance a few times, teasing me.
And then, he enters me.
I gasp as the stretch burns and shift forward slightly. It's been a while since I've been with anyone, and no one near as big as him.
He pauses, allowing me to breathe, and then he continues slowly sliding inside me.
"I'm in, baby," he says, his hands gripping my hips.
Then Niko begins to thrust, slow and easy. With each pump, the burning gives way to pleasure, the stretching turns to a fullness that sends sparks of pleasure shooting up my body.
"You feel incredible," he moans, his control slipping. "So tight, so perfect around me."
I moan as strong hands grip my waist like he owns me. I swallow and feel the impromptu collar around my throat. It's all feeling overwhelming in the best possible way.
I shift and arch my back, allowing him to go deeper, and I cry out as he hits that perfect spot again and again.
He reacts to my moans, and his pace increases. His movements become more urgent, my tips almost lifting off the ground as he slams into me.
I look back and see Niko lost in the feeling of me around his cock. His desire-filled eyes burning into me as if I'm the altar he's come to pray at.
Damn, that's a good feeling. To know I'm giving him that much pleasure.
He wraps the fabric he's holding around his left hand and pulls, my head tilting to the ceiling. His other hand slides around and finds my swollen clit, circling it as he thrusts.
"Come for me again, Calli," he commands, his voice strained with effort. "I want to feel you come apart around me."
The combination of his words, his touch, and the relentless rhythm of his hips sends me over the edge with ease. My third orgasm crashes over me with even more intensity than the first two, and I cry out his name, grabbing the bench padding as my inner walls clench around his cock.
I don't need to close my eyes this time to see stars.
Jesus, that was, oh my God. Wow, I think as I wipe some stray hairs from my face.
"Good girl," he says as I move my hips in a circular motion, riding out every inch of my orgasm. "You're beautiful when you come."
As I continue grinding against him, I feel his breath growing short and quick, his body pushing him to his own release.
His hands grip my hips again and his thrusts become intense, aggressive, dominant. If he could lift me off the ground, he would.
With one final thrust, he slams into me with such force I almost lose my grip on the bench.
I feel him shake. I feel his cock twitching as he spills his warm seed deep inside me.
After a few slow, deep in-and-out thrusts, he leans down and gently kisses my shoulder. His lips are so soft and gentle and it's the perfect way to end what we just did.
When he slides out of me, I'm reminded of just how much he's stretched me and about how much he was a part of me. The sudden loss makes me smile at the reminders.
He puts his boxer briefs back on and he hands me my underwear. I put them on and then sit on the bench, my legs a bit too wobbly. He comes and sits next to me as we both catch our breath.
"That was amazing," he says, rubbing my cheek. "I never wanted it to end."
I suddenly feel shy and look down at the ground and smile and giggle.
When I look back up at him, into those dark eyes that I think about when he's not around, the gravity of what we've done settles in my chest.
The war that this could lead to.
But none of it matters right now.
Because I want him again.
I want this.
This danger. This heat. This man who only sees me, even in a room full of people.
I close my eyes and rest my head against his shoulder.
I knew it. I'm already in too deep.
He kisses the top of my head and a warming sensation tickles down over me.
Yep. I'm in his orbit. Lost in his world now.
He takes the wrap off my neck and kisses where it was.
"Never did that before," I say, touching the newly exposed skin.
He smiles. "How did it feel?"
I narrow my eyes and smile. "I liked it," I say, laughing. "It felt good."
"Well then, I'll have to get you something better for next time."
"Oh, there's going to be a next time?" I ask, teasing him.
"Yes, orea mou. There will be," he says. "So many now that I have you."
I go to respond, but something catches me off guard. A faint, burnt smell drifts into the air. I look around and smell the air.
"Is that smoke?"