NICOLE
I’d accepted his invitation, and after leaving the resort my uncle owned, I ended up at Callum’s villa. Well, looking at him, then the house as the cab pulled up, I realized it was likely a rental, but an expensive one at that. The property was gated, and I had to give my name before I was granted entry. I wished I would’ve come with some friends, but they’d already gone back to California a few days earlier which left me in this country alone.
Alone. During the ayahuasca ceremony, I realized a lot of my issues stemmed from my fear of being on my own. I supposed a lot of people dealt with worries like that, but so much of it had come crashing home for me the moment my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Just the remembrance of the day she told me and my brother the news had tears welling up in my eyes. My father vowed to leave no stone unturned in her treatment, but I was honestly scared. I loved all of my family so much, but my mother was my rock. Without her, I would be alone just as I feared .
“I want you to promise to have a good time on your vacation, Nic,” she had told me right before I left for Costa Rica. “Don’t dwell on any of this stuff with me.”
She was always thinking of me first, or my brother, and especially my father. He was a Titan in Los Angeles where we lived, and if anyone could buy more time for the woman he loved, it would be him.
“I promise,” I’d assured her, and I now shook my head to stop worrying about her. I’d done well to uphold that vow, and I would continue to do so.
I moved farther into the house which was already packed with other partygoers. I saw the guy who’d been at the ayahuasca ceremony with Callum, but I didn’t see the man who invited me. I craned my head, hoping to find him, all while second guessing my decision to come at all. I was suddenly bumped, and after nearly stumbling, I looked at the guy who’d almost knocked me over.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I muttered under my breath, and it was enough for him because he ventured deeper into the house without another word, and I decided standing stationary in the center of the room was a dangerous spot to be.
I walked toward the large sliders which opened up to an infinity pool. I had a bikini on under my cover up, and if I didn’t find Callum soon, I’d just enjoy the water instead. I moved through the doorway, and stopped when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as someone leaned in toward me, and their warm breath tickled my skin.
“I’m glad you could make it, Nicole.”
That voice.
It was Callum. I smiled and turned, nearly doing a double take as I now saw him in something other than a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. He was shirtless, and my gaze centered on his chiseled chest. He worked out a lot because there wasn’t an inch of fat anywhere to be pinched. His skin was a sun-kissed bronze, and he looked even better than I had thought when I’d been tripping in the rainforest.
“I told you that I would,” I replied, then realized how bitchy it sounded. I softened my voice and changed the subject. “This view is amazing.”
I turned and motioned out to the Pacific off in the distance. This trip to Costa Rica had been exactly what I’d needed, spiritually and physically, and as I inhaled the fresh scent of the sea, I was glad I’d come after all. I turned back around to face him again, and when I did, I shivered at the heat coming from him as his eyes slowly swept down my body.
“You’re right. The view is fucking amazing,” he told me, then winked.
When I realized what he was referring to, I blushed. “This is some place you’ve got here.”
“I love Marbella, so I vacation here often.” I didn’t ask him to elaborate because he kept on talking. “Let me get your bag and that cover up, then we can go for a swim.”
I looked over my shoulder. “The pool is a little crowded for swimming laps, don’t you think?”
He chuckled. “I have another pool to show you. Follow me.”
Of course, he did. I followed him inside and up the stairs. There was a room at the far end, and when we got inside of it, I realized it was his bedroom. My nerves started to get the better of me, and I honestly started to berate myself over what I had been thinking. I hadn’t, which was the problem. I handed him my purse and the offending material he’d mentioned. As I tried to formulate an excuse as to why I had to leave, he dropped the stuff onto his bed, then took my hand.
There was a jolt of electricity when we touched, and I was certain he felt it, too. He led me back out of his bedroom, and I could finally release the breath I’d been holding. He then opened the door next to his, and I peered through it.
“Where does this lead?”
“I have a smaller pool on the rooftop.”
“Oh,” I said once again, sure I should leave, but he’d been a perfect gentleman to this point, so I had no reason not to trust him. The two of us had been through something together, our individual journeys bonding us through that whole experience. He was very non-threatening then, and I had no reason to fear him now. “Wow,” I said, once we made it out onto the rooftop.
The one pool had been impressive enough, and while this one was smaller in size, the view was even more amazing. It helped settle my nerves, as did the four people currently in the water. It was not nearly as many as the one downstairs, so I relaxed even more. He guided me over to the steps and I slowly descended them. The water itself was either heated via the sun, or some artificial means, but it was warm and not cold at all. I moved all the way into the center, then ducked down to submerge my entire body. When I rose, I saw him intently watching me, and I had nearly forgotten about the others until one of the guys asked him for a beer.
Callum took his eyes off of me, grabbed a bottle from the cooler, then handed it to one of the guys at the other end of the pool before he jumped in, landing right beside me. Water splashed up on me, but it felt good. The hand that wrapped around me and pulled me close felt even better, though. I leaned back against him and stood motionless as his mouth glided over my wet shoulder.
“Just relax, Nicole,” he told me when he realized how tense I was. “Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want. If you need me to stop doing anything, or even to leave, then all you have to do is tell me.”
“O-okay,” I stammered as his mouth moved back and forth over the same spot.
I closed my eyes and allowed him to fully encompass me in his embrace. His mouth was persistent, his firm lips nearly making me moan. He held me against him with one arm, then took his free hand and I gasped as he cupped one of my breasts. Back in Los Angeles, I casually dated, but most of those occurrences rarely involved this much touching, and they were with guys I knew better than this man.
All I knew about Callum was that he lived in Chicago and went to school there. He also was ruggedly handsome and had a wicked mouth. I finally let out a mewling whimper as his thumb brushed back and forth over my nipple and he softly suckled on my throat.
I dropped my head partly to the side to allow him more access, and he took it. His hand grew more insistent, and his mouth did as well. He kissed, licked, and nibbled my neck and shoulder before he dropped his hand lower. I knew where it was headed and I was powerless to stop him. His palm skated down my flat belly and when he dipped two fingers into the waistband of my bikini bottoms, I sucked in a breath.
He didn’t move them lower, even though I was preparing myself for it. I wasn’t disappointed, however, because he kissed his way to my ear, then sucked the lobe into his mouth. My breath came out in a sharp exhale.
“Callum,” I whispered.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he told me, his raspy voice causing me to break out in goosebumps. Or, maybe it was the way his hand dipped even lower. I trembled slightly as he ran one long digit between my slit, and slowly parted it. He added another finger and a small voice in my head screamed for me to slow this down, but he then began to rub my clit, and all thoughts of resistance disappeared. He didn’t linger there as much as I hoped he would, because he dragged his fingers lower. His warm breath was still in my ear, and when he thrust his two fingers into me, I tensed up immediately. “Your pussy’s so hot that it’s scalding my fingers,” he whispered. Another tremble afflicted me, and I grabbed his arm and dug my nails into it to stay upright. “You’re also so fucking tight. My cock is going to split you wide open.”
“C-Callum, I—”
Before I could either protest or plead to him, he seized my mouth with his, and the way his lips moved hungrily over mine, everything was forgotten. I didn’t care about the others in the pool, so I certainly didn’t care about the fact that I barely knew this man and was standing there letting him finger me to an orgasm. My climax was just out of my grasp, and the longer I hovered on the edge, the more I realized that I needed this.
He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and it mimicked a lot of what was happening between my legs. Fuck, I was so far out of my league when it came to his sexual prowess, but it didn’t even matter. His fingers continued to torment me as his tongue teased, and when he pulled his head back, I had to suck oxygen back into my lungs. Nearly breathless from his kiss, I was so disoriented. When his fingers reached their mark, I shattered for him.
“Callum,” I cried out as he stroked me through the series of aftershocks. His strong arm was holding me upright and I didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking.
“God, I need to be inside of you,” he told me.
Again, I should’ve used this as a moment of clarity and stopped what we were doing, but call it post-orgasmic haze or something else, because instead of saying ‘no’ or asking him to stop, all I could whimper was the opposite. “Please.”
Everything else happened in a blur, and I went from the pool to his bedroom. He was now sitting on the bed and motioning for me to come closer. My legs shook somewhat embarrassingly, but I moved to do his bidding. When in front of him, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to my belly. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, and I wanted to feel the rest of his body all over me, too. I was actually about to force the issue. I had come this far, I might as well give in completely. Before I could, however, he started to kiss his way across my lower belly, just above the waistband of my bikini bottoms.
Callum turned my body slightly to the left, then he snagged the string to the bottoms with his teeth and gave it a sharp tug. It unraveled and his fingers did the same on the other side. Just like that, the only barrier between us fell to the floor. I was now standing mostly naked in front of him and the nerves started to kick in. As if he knew where my thoughts were turning, he grabbed one of my legs which distracted me completely.
He lifted it and soon my foot was resting on the bed beside him. I was now fully open to his gaze and when he ran one of his long fingers back through my slit, I closed my eyes. He didn’t finger me right now as he had when in the pool. Instead, he leaned in and I flinched at the feel of his tongue. He licked me from entrance to clit, and back, before thrusting it into me.
“Fuck!”
My other leg was about to give out, but I stood there nonetheless. With nothing else to grab onto, I gripped his head with my hands, and continued to whimper as he fucked me with his tongue. I’d never been so wantonly promiscuous before. I was normally the voice of reason and did everything with logic. That was all tossed aside because there was no way to explain how I met a man during a drug- induced experience, then later allowed him to fuck me in the way that he was.
“You taste so damn good,” he told me, as he slightly raised his head before lowering it once more. I shivered at the feel of his bearded chin as it grazed my soft flesh. As he attacked my clit, he thrust two fingers back inside of me and it wasn’t long before I came again.
The only sounds in the room outside of my heavy breathing were the wet noises as he lapped and ate at my damp flesh. I was drenched, mainly from the two orgasms, and when he finally raised his head. I looked down and my step faltered as I saw his glistening chin.
Holy hell! Just when I thought this man couldn’t look any hotter.
Callum lowered my leg, then rose from the bed. I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I just stood there while he grabbed a condom from the bedside table. I watched as he removed his swim trunks. His cock was long, and thick, and his earlier remarks about splitting me wide open came rushing back.
I took a step back, especially when he sheathed it in the latex. Seconds later, he cornered me, then lifted one leg up. Before I could even take a breath, he thrust inside of me. God, he was so deep, and when I reached down between us, I realized he wasn’t even all the way in.
“Calm down, Nicole,” he commanded, and I forced myself to comply. He then lifted my other leg and pinned me against the wall. He withdrew, then slowly worked a few inches at a time inside of me, until he was able to fully thrust into me.
My pussy was so full. He was so large, but he felt so damn good at the same time. As he started to move, there was some pain, but it quickly morphed into something more pleasurable as I acclimated to his size. When he developed a rhythm, his mouth came back down on mine and I clung to him .
Callum fucked me, the gentleness giving way to something harder. I was savoring every second with him. My last relationship, if one could even call it that, had been with a guy from school. We’d dated a few weeks before I decided to have sex with him. After he’d gotten what he wanted, he left and I hadn’t heard from him since. The two of us would often pass one another in the hallway at Stanford, but it was as if we were strangers now. There was no recognition from him that he even knew me, and it’d hurt more than it should’ve. I’d put myself in the same position, only this time I knew I didn’t have to worry about awkward run ins or painful reminders of this night. We would never see each other again, even when I enrolled at the University of Chicago next semester.
I’d nearly forgotten all about that, but after we both climaxed and he held me in his arms, my future plans lingered in my head. I was transferring for my senior year to a university there as I interned at my uncle’s company, and one with my name. My father worked in residential development, but Jonas handled hospitality development instead. I planned to go into resort management, and had even put a bug in his ear about one day working at one of CHG’s worldwide properties. I didn’t have time to date anyone, and it wasn’t as if we would actually see each other again. Chicago was a large place. I snuggled closer to him and decided to let tonight be tonight. This trip had been surreal, and sex with a practical stranger was the perfect ending.