Chapter 15
EVERLEE - JUST SAY SIR AND I’LL GIVE YOU THE GODDAMN WORLD ON A PLATTER
I only glance at the contract one time before I get to Callum’s room. I knock, but the door is cracked, so I gingerly push it open and peek inside.
Mother Shitballs!
He’s in the shower, music on, head up to the rainfall, hands pressed against his face and his…
I have to lean against the door frame to help hold me up.
His beautiful, beautiful cock. Hanging there, begging to be touched.
To make it come alive. And his tattoos. They’re all over his torso, running down his hips, wrapping around his back.
I forgot about them because the business owner the world sees is always dressed in collared shirts and suits, but beneath his impeccable exterior lies a tattooed, enigmatic, and undeniably sexy man-beast.
His dick is like a siren song calling me.
It feels like my body is operating independently, and I’m merely a spectator to its actions, pulling me across the floor.
Tossing the contract on the floor, I slip out of my clothes.
I know this is most definitely breaking the rules, but fuck them.
It will be up to him to stop me, and I pray to all the gods and goddesses he doesn’t, because I need to feel that thing inside of me.
I need to get fucked. Maybe then it will take away whatever madness is making me want to agree to these terms. I know I’ll want more.
That’s the only thing holding me back. I’m going to love it and want more.
But I won’t be able to have it. That is the part I have to come to terms with.
I slip into the shower behind him and reach my hands around his hips, then run them down his legs. He tenses for a moment, then relaxes. He turns, towering over me, his bright blue eyes staring at me as water drips off the tip of his nose over his pouty, parted lips.
“I didn’t think you’d come.”
“I haven’t yet.”
A deep, throaty laugh bounces around the walls.
I can’t stand it any longer. Needing to feel him, I slowly drop to my knees, his cock already standing at attention.
My goodness, it’s huge. My hand wraps around his base as my eyes flit up to meet his.
With the water pouring down on him, running from his hair down his chest, he looks impossibly sexy right now, all muscles and tattoos.
His hair is even darker and his eyes bluer.
A puff of air escapes from my lungs just before I press my lips to the tip of his cock.
“Everlee,” he groans through set teeth.
“Hmm?” I ask, running my tongue along the underside and taking just his head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip.
“I know we don’t have the green light. You didn’t sign the contract.”
Is that why he looked the way he did when I walked in? I take him in my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat, then drag him out slowly.
“Is that a problem?” I take him in my mouth again.
His words shudder in the slightest. “It’s not following… the rules,” he struggles to breathe out.
“We’ve already talked about this,” I whisper against the head of his cock.
A bead of arousal seeps out, so I swirl my tongue, lapping it up before I swallow him in again, letting him hit the back of my throat.
My hand twists and runs down the length of his shaft each time I pull him out. “I can stop…”
He lines up his cock ready to slide into my mouth, but this time when he presses in, his hands tangle in my hair and satisfaction radiates through me.
He thrusts three times, hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water.
I try to relax so I can take him further, but then he pulls out.
He swoops down and lifts me to standing and forces me back against the shower wall.
The cold of the glass stings my hot skin, but only for a second.
His mouth takes mine, his tongue forcing its way in while his hands grab my breasts. “Fucking perfect.”
His lips trail down my jaw to my neck, where he bites and sucks, causing my knees to buckle.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk,” he murmurs against my neck before he sucks my skin into his mouth.
His words pulse through me and make my entire body feel like a live wire ready to explode, causing my arousal to gush out of me like freaking Niagara Falls running down my leg.
“Fuck me,” I pant instead of plea.
“I plan to.”
Need consumes me as I lift his chin and take his mouth with mine, hooking my legs around him.
His hard cock presses right at my entrance, causing my hips to tilt forward.
“No, no, no. We won’t rush this. I shouldn’t even be doing this, but you’re like a drug I can’t say no to.
The boys will be pissed they aren’t here, so I’m going to enjoy this as much as I can to help with the aftermath. ”
My body rocks against his, feeling the length of his cock sliding up and down between my wet pussy, brushing against my clit. I grab his shoulders and rock my hips harder and faster.
“You don’t listen, do you?” He pulls away, leaving me panting. “Do you have any hard no’s?”
“What?” I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Give me a safe word.”
“Safe word?”
“Oh, baby.” He brushes a kiss on my nose. “A safe word—”
“Shit. I know what a safe word is. You… this… my head is just discombobulated.”
“Discombobulated?” He smiles, brushing his thumb across my cheek.
In a pulse of frustration and embarrassment, I push against his rock-hard chest, but he grabs my wrist, pinning me to him. “Safe word.”
My head is spinning, so I spit out the first word that pops into my head. “Cupid.”
He chuckles. “Cupid?”
“Sorry. It’s that time of year.”
“Don’t apologize,” he says, leaning down to take my mouth in his. This time, he’s softer and more passionate. His kiss causes my knees to get weak as I whimper into his mouth. His body presses against mine as his cock rocks against my needy little clit.
“Your moaning is going to be the death of us all.”
“Do you think…”
He pulls away and looks at me.
“Do you think they want to watch? Would you get in less trouble?” A tightness starts in my chest and pulses down my body. I can’t believe I just asked that.
“Are you okay with that?”
“I’m not against… the sharing.” Is this the wrong time to be having this conversation?
“But?”
“My problem is—” A smile tugs on my lips to hide the embarrassment ravaging its way through me. “The time limit set in place.” Feeling more confident, the words rush out, “I haven’t even had you all yet, but I know once I do, I’ll want more.”
His lips meet mine in a harsh, but brief, kiss. “You’re mine tonight, but they can watch if it’s what you want.”
“How?”
“How do you want them to watch?” His brow furrows, confused by my question.
Chuckling, I shake my head. “What are my options?”
He smiles, the kind of smile that tells you, you’re in over your head, but you know that no matter what is said you won’t care.
“We have the shower camera and intercom here. They can come into the room, or…” he pauses, studying my face.
“I’ve already signed the NDA and will sign the other contract tomorrow once I change a few things.”
His laughter booms. “Of course you’ll change something.” He steps towards me, running his hand down my torso, rubbing his finger over my clit. “You’re so wet.”
I moan again. I’ve never realized how much I do that.
If someone had asked me before if I moan a lot, I’d have said no, but knowing how it affects these men, I’m acutely aware of it every time I do.
Perhaps it’s simply that I haven’t had a man’s hands on me in months and they just stored themselves up in a little moan bank.
“The other option is a voyeur room.” He reads the confusion on my face and continues, “It’s like a regular bedroom, but there’s two-way glass on the wall they can look through. We set the lights low so you can’t see them, but they can see us. Unless you want to see them.”
My eyes light up.
“You like that?”
I probably shouldn’t be this excited, but I am. My teeth scrape along my bottom lip. He presses his fingers into me, nearly lifting me off the ground, pulsing them in and out a few times. Knees getting weak, I wrap my arms around his neck for support the closer I get to climax.
“You aren’t coming yet. Have you ever been edged?”
“Not on purpose.”
He raises his eyebrows and smiles. “I told you I was going to punish you for breaking the rules and now even worse for making me break the rules. You won’t come until I let you come.
I’m going to get you close and then stop.
Over and over again until you can’t stand it.
Then I’m going to fuck you so hard until you come around my cock that you’re going to see stars, and then I’ll fuck you some more. ”
I stare at him in shock. Needy, lustful shock, and I can’t wait.
He walks over to the intercom on the wall and presses a button. “Voyeur room. Now.”
Jax chimes back a second later with a modicum of concern. “Did she sign?”
“Not yet. She wants to negotiate timing.”
“Callum,” he warns.
“We’ll discuss later. If you want to watch me edge her, then fuck her, and listen to her moan, then meet me there in two minutes.”
He turns the shower off and scoops me up in his arms, not waiting for an answer.
A surge of excitement tears through me, my pulse racing in its wake. I feel like a completely different person right now, and the worst thing is that I can’t tell Lizzy. She’d be so proud of me, my little cheerleader in the corner thrusting her fist into the air.
“How many rooms do you have?” I ask, tracing my finger around the tattoos on his chest.
He smiles, but doesn’t answer.
The cool bite of the air outside of the hot, steamy shower causes goosebumps to spread over my skin. He swings the bedroom door open, and I freak out, clutching him.