Chapter 12 Calli
CALLI
My back hits the mattress, petals scattering around me.
My fingers instinctively rise to my throat, brushing the lock with my nickname etched into it, like he's been in my thoughts.
The collar is soft against my skin as I swallow, and I find I like its presence more than I realized.
Niko stands at the foot of the bed, eyes on me, watching.
"Take off your shoes," Niko says, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. "Leave everything else."
I kick off my heels, never taking my eyes off him as he slowly begins to unbutton his shirt. One. Button. At. A. Time.
Each flick of his fingers reveals more of the chest I've memorized since Ireland, in fragments through FaceTime calls and pictures, but here, under the soft candlelight, it's unreal.
The fourth button reveals the defined lines of his abdomen, muscles flexing with each breath. His muscles shift and flex as he shrugs off the shirt, and my thighs press together involuntarily.
He's gorgeous.
But more than that, he's looking at me like he's starved and hasn't eaten in the last two weeks.
And I'm the feast.
"You're staring," he says, as he tosses his shirt to the side.
I bite my lip. "You gave me something to stare at."
He undoes his belt and lets his pants fall and stands before me in nothing but black boxer briefs, the outline of his erection obvious against the fabric.
The way his eyes travel over my body makes me feel invincible. Desired. Worshipped. It makes me always want to wear lingerie for him.
I get up on my knees, smile. "Come here," I say, surprising myself with my boldness.
"No," he says and hooks a finger through the small ring on my collar and tugs. "You come here."
He pulls me forward, guiding me until I'm sitting on the edge of the bed and he's towering over me.
I reach out and hook my fingers around the edge of his waistband and pull his briefs down.
I gently rub the tips of my fingers up and down his shaft and circle around the sensitive head. His cock twitches from my touch, and my mouth almost salivates with my body's desire to wrap my lips around him.
I lean forward, his hand still on my collar, and though I try to go slow, I can't help myself, and I slide him into my mouth. I moan as I feel my tongue on his shaft and my mouth stretch from his size.
He fits my hair in his hand and guides my head up and down, his hips slightly bucking as he thrusts into my face.
As I'm sucking, he pulls on my collar, forcing himself deeper and deeper into my throat.
My eyes water at the corners, and his salty precum coats my tongue. I feel myself getting wet just by knowing how much pleasure I'm giving him. He grips my hair tighter and pushes me right to the point where I'm going to gag, then pulls out, allowing me to breathe. I nod, and he does it again.
I look up at him while he's in my mouth, and his eyes are rolled back, ecstasy wrapped around him.
He sweeps some hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear as I continue stroking and sucking him at the same time. Caressing and massaging his balls, bringing pleasure to him with everything I've got.
His cock swells in my mouth, and I feel he might be close. Then he pulls my hair back and tilts my head up to him.
He gives me a kiss and says, "Stand up."
I obey without question.
We're chest to chest now, his skin hot against mine. He reaches behind me, unhooking my bra, letting it fall between us. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my already hard nipples.
"You're so perfect," he says, bending to take one in his mouth.
I gasp, my head falling back. He sucks harder, and my knees almost buckle. His free hand moves to my waist, steadying me, then slides down to hook in my panties. With one swift motion, they're gone, and I'm naked.
"Turn around," he says, his voice rough. "Look in the mirror."
I hadn't even noticed the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. He positions me so I can see my reflection. Nude, flushed, and the diamond collar glittering around my throat.
He stands behind me, his chest to my back, his throbbing cock pressed up against me, his hands possessive on my hips. "Look how beautiful you are in my collar." His eyes meet mine in the reflection. "You look like you were made to wear it."
His words send heat flooding through me. One of his hands slides up to cup my breast while the other moves down between my legs. I'm already wet when his fingers dip inside. I moan and close my eyes.
I then force them open, watching as his fingers work between my thighs, seeing his fingers slide in and out of me. The sight is erotic beyond anything I've experienced, and his eyes are burning with fire as he watches over my shoulder.
"On the bed again," he says suddenly, stepping back. "On your back."
I comply immediately, lying down on the rose-scattered sheets. I can't take my eyes off his thick, hard cock, waiting for me.
"Spread your legs wider," he says, and I do.
He lowers his head between my thighs, and the first touch of his tongue makes me arch off the bed. He reaches up and grabs my collar, keeping me in place.
"Niko," I gasp, my hands fisting rose petals and sheets.
He hums against me, the vibration adding to the sensation. His tongue circles my clit before dipping lower, then back up again. All the while, he keeps that pressure on my collar, reminding me who I belong to now. And damn, do I love being his.
Every moan from my lips only makes him groan deeper into me. I reach for him, and my fingers tangle in his hair, tugging, but he doesn't stop until I'm shaking.
I'm climbing toward my release fast, my hips rolling against his tongue. Just before I tip over the edge, just when the stars are about to ambush my vision, he pulls back.
"Not yet," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I want you on top."
He lies back on the bed, and I kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. I then straddle him, positioning myself over his cock. I grab it with my hand to guide it, feeling it throb in my palm.
Damn, he's so hard.
Slowly, I sink down, taking him inch by inch until I'm sitting on him and all of him is fully inside me.
"God," I breathe, adjusting to the stretch, which is more than usual.
His hands find my hips, but one soon moves up to grab the ring of my collar again. With this leverage, he guides my rhythm.
Up.
Down.
Slow at first.
Then faster. And faster. And faster.
The feeling is indescribable. The fullness of him inside me, the subtle pressure at my throat, the way he's looking at me like I'm everything he's ever wanted. I feel completely taken, completely his, and on top of everything, I feel more myself than I've ever been.
No one, and I mean no one, has done this to me.
His hand cups my face as I grind into him.
"You're mine," he growls, bucking up into me harder.
His thumb rubs across my lips, and in the heat of the moment, I part my lips and suck on it, moaning.
"Who do you belong to, orea mou?"
"You, Niko. Only you."
He pulls his thumb out and finds my clit, circling roughly. "Good girl," he praises, and the words send electricity through me.
I'm close again, so close, the pleasure building until I'm trembling with it. "Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.
"Please what?" he teases, slowing his movements.
"Please let me come," I moan.
His grip on the collar tightens. "Since you asked so nicely."
He thrusts up harder, deeper, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit, and tingling fire courses through me. I feel numb and I coil so tightly and then explode. My vision blurs and I scream.
I shatter as my orgasm rips through me with an intensity that makes me cry and moan uncontrollably. My inner walls clench around him, and he groans.
"Fuck, Calli," he grits out. "That's my girl."
I grind into him, riding out every last drop of my orgasm. I shake and whimper a few times, the sensitivity sending shockwaves through me. I instantly feel drained and can't stay upright, and fall forward, my arms landing on each side of him.
I stare at him and smile, almost laugh from the delicious sensation he's caused to run havoc on my body.
He leans up and kisses me, and then in one swift motion, he spins me, and now I'm on my back, rose petals sticking to my skin and he's on top of me.
He smiles and kisses me and slowly starts thrusting into me again. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him forward, driving him as deep into me as I can. He wraps both his arms around me and moves his hips, hitting a spot that I'm sure is going to make me melt.
He places his forehead against mine, our breathing ragged as he picks up his pace. Slamming into me. Filling me. Stretching me, like I crave so bad.
I hold onto him as he continues his relentless motion in and out of me. My arms squeeze around him as I feel another orgasm approaching. This one is less build and more fluid, like my gates have already broken and my erotic lust is just gushing in, taking hold of me, flooding me completely.
Every thrust is deep. Possessive. And despite my body almost breaking from the pleasure, I want it to never end.
I feel him go rigid and his breathing get faster. He's close. I clamp my walls around him, and a few seconds later, I'm coming again. As my body spasms, he shouts, his hips grinding against mine as he empties himself inside me.
I feel his warm seed filling me as my eyes roll back, his name crossing my lips three or four times before he slows and I feel his weight on me.
He straightens his arms to hover above me slightly, as we both breathe hard.
He smiles, and I laugh, always feeling giddy and spent after orgasming with him.
He slides out, and I feel it, then he collapses next to me. He pulls me close to him, and I rest my head on his chest, his heart racing against my ear.
I lift up and kiss his chest, then place my head back down.
"That made up for the two weeks," he says.
"Yes it did," I say, gently rubbing his side.