17. Elodie
SEVENTEEN
ELODIE
My legs were spread, exposing my most private area to a man I was supposed to hate. His hungry eyes were locked on my pussy as one finger, then two, teased the edge of my panties. My hips moved, silently begging for him to shift.
To fill me.
His calloused hands gripped the sides of my thong, dragging it down my thighs as he stepped away to stuff them into the pocket of his jeans.
“Touch yourself. Just your fingers.” Cal licked his lips as he unbuttoned his jeans. My senses prickled as he slid one hand into the denim, pulling out the biggest dick I’d ever seen in real life.
Apparently the veins in his forearms weren’t the only veiny, glorious things he possessed.
I shifted my hips, parting my legs to glide my fingers through my pussy. Cal’s fist gripped his cock as he slowly began to work up and down. I dipped one finger, then two, inside of me. Cal matched my rhythm with his strokes as I moved my fingers in and out with slow, seductive pumps .
His moan was low and guttural as he watched me. Using my fingers, I parted my lips, exposing my clit and massaging it. A moan escaped me as my head tilted back, eyes closed.
The warm heat of Cal’s mouth clamped on my pussy sent shock waves through my system. I looked up to see his head buried between my thighs. The flat of his tongue ran across me, stopping to tease and suck my sensitive bud. His groan vibrated through my center, ratcheting the heat in my veins higher.
I stared at the glorious sight of Cal Blackwood on his knees for me. I bit my bottom lip, eyes widening, when his fingers plunged into me—slow, sensual movements that worked in time with his mouth. Delicious friction brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
My breasts ached to be touched, my hands finding my nipples to pinch and add to the assault on my senses. A breathy moan escaped me.
“Come for me. Show me you’re mine.” The command in his voice was my undoing.
“No,” I whined, not wanting to give in to him just yet. But despite my protest, my toes curled as the first wave of a full-body orgasm crashed over me.
“That’s my girl.” Cal’s dark, soothing words rolled over me as my pussy clenched around his fingers. His head dipped low, and he lapped up my orgasm as I rode the wave.
Another whimper escaped me, and I knew I was done for. I would have done just about anything for Cal to keep touching me and to stretch me open again and again.
My throat was dry as I gulped for air. A thin sheen of sweat coated my skin. Cal stood, still nestled between my legs, and slid the hard length of his cock through my pussy. Long and thick, I wanted to grind into him, make him give me every inch.
I moaned and shifted my hips—a silent plea for more.
“Greedy, aren’t you?” he teased as his fist tightened around himself. Our eyes met, and I stared into the caramel browns of his intense gaze. “Tell me you want it.”
I swallowed and nodded.
A beautiful smirk twitched at his cheek. “You know I’m going to make you say it.”
I bit back a frustrated growl as Cal rubbed the head of his cock against my clit. “I won’t beg.”
His cock slid through my lips, pausing at my entrance. My hips shifted forward in a needy flex, and his eyebrows popped up. “You sure about that?”
“Callum.” His name rolled from my tongue like a needy, frustrated grunt.
My hand wound around the back of his neck, holding him in place while supporting my weight.
My body was screaming to leave the limbo of almost-sex and feel the full girth of him.
My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him forward.
“I’ve been tested,” I whimpered, unashamed to reveal I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me bare. “And I’m on the pill.”
Beneath my palm, I could feel the tension in his neck. He was as out of control as I was. “I’m clean.” He leaned back to look me in the eye. “You’re good with this?”
“Please,” I begged, arching backward and inching my hips forward.
I was so wet when Cal slid inside me. Inch by inch I stretched to accommodate him. I was so full it burned, and I hissed in a breath.
“I’ll go slow,” he assured me, gently feeding me another inch as I struggled to accommodate his length .
I stared down at the spot where he disappeared inside me, and warmth bloomed low in my belly.
Fuck , he was only halfway in.
My eyes flicked to his face, and I caught him staring at me. A curious tug of emotion tightened in my chest as his features softened.
With slowness and care, Cal moved, easing out and thrusting back in with a steady rhythm. My body buzzed with every movement. When I was finally able to take all of him, I braced my arms behind me.
“Okay,” I exhaled. “Now fuck me like you hate me.”
A devious spark glinted in Cal’s eyes. He knew a challenge when he heard one. I didn’t need delicate. What I needed was for him to claim me, put me in my place. Remind me why we were even at odds to begin with.
His hips started to piston, thrusting into me as my breasts bounced.
Cal’s hands clamped onto my hips, holding me in place while he fucked.
His dark eyebrows pinched down, and the image of his grumpy face sent a ripple of pleasure down my spine.
Another orgasm was dangerously close, and watching Cal use my body for his own pleasure was enough to send me careening over another cliff.
As I came again, our eyes met. A tug of emotion squeezed in my chest. My jaw was slack as pleasure rolled over me.
Cal leaned forward, filling my view with only him as his thick, gravelly voice whispered, “You’re so pretty when you come.”
His eyes moved to my lips seconds before he leaned forward and captured my mouth with a ravenous kiss. My arms wound around his neck, holding him to me as he kissed me and pumped in and out of me .
He groaned, and his hips shuddered as his body covered mine. His cock pulsed, emptying inside me, and I was overcome with pure, crackling satisfaction. Cal Blackwood knew how to fuck, but I had fucked him right back.
His cologne clung to my skin, and I reveled in the fact that his body was safe and warm as it draped over me. Kisses trailed up my neck until his mouth met mine again. Gentle this time, he planted a chaste kiss on my lips.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were searching mine. Before he spoke, the tip of his nose brushed the side of mine. “Are you okay?”
My chest swelled. The simple question made my heart clang against the inside of my ribs. “I’m fantastic.” I grinned, taking inventory of my slack and sated limbs.
He eased his weight off me, carefully pulling his cock from inside me. I watched the muscles in his throat work as he swallowed, his eyes locked on the space between my legs. A warm, wet trickle of cum seeped out of me, and my knees instinctively moved together.
Cal’s wide palm gripped my thigh, pressing me back open. Without a word, he swiped his thumb through the gap, pushing his cum back inside. A hot, full-body blush warmed me.
I had just been thoroughly and properly fucked on my kitchen table, hadn’t even fully undressed, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.
Our eyes met, the heat from the fight long forgotten. A smile bloomed across my face. His grin matched mine—a devastatingly charming arch of his full lips as his attention solely pinned on me .
My heart pounded in my ears as we stayed locked, staring at each other and grinning like fools. I pushed away the nagging reminder that he was my rival.
My enemy.
An enemy that might have just accidentally become a friend.