CALLUM
Nicole was so goddamned beautiful, and I’d barely been able to keep my eyes off of her. Each time I caught her in my peripheral, she seemed so unhappy, though. Regret over asking her to attend filled me somewhat. While I didn’t mind going to her place, I’d wanted to see her dressed up like I had in the many pictures I’d obtained of her in Los Angeles. I’d researched her father thoroughly, and in doing so, I’d found a slew of photographs of her with him. Some were from when she was a young girl, but most were from her as a woman.
She looked a lot like her mother. They had the same dark hair and svelte frame. They were of equal height, but she had her father’s eyes. I loved everything about Nicole, yet I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Fate was a wicked witch, leading me to her when I’d never even tried to build something with someone else. A few nights of multiple orgasms were all I could offer a woman, but it’d been different with her. In the beginning, it had been my intention, but things changed, and I didn’t know when or how. All I did know was that I needed her, and in a way I’d never needed anyone before .
It should have been enough for me to let her go, but I couldn’t. When not with her, I obsessed compulsively over her. I wanted to be near her... inside her... at all times, and my desire for her had gotten so strong that I often found myself fantasizing about her even when teaching other classes.
If only I could make some grand romantic gesture for her like Gatsby did for Daisy. Since I couldn’t throw her a glamorous party like he had, I did the next best thing which was to invite her to one. Now, she appeared sadder than I’d ever seen her before.
I sent her a few text messages and let her know what I intended to do to her once we were alone. She loved when I talked bluntly to her, the dirty talk something she’d begged for on our first night together in Chicago. Her spirits didn’t improve much so after I’d danced with Harper Grimes, I told Nicole that I would be upstairs soon. Now, I needed to lose the other Titans, so I could leave and not be missed. I looked over at Daxon Faulkner, and I decided he’d be the easiest to talk to. I walked over to my dark-haired friend who’d just finished talking to a trio of women.
“Hey, Dax.”
He turned around and grinned. “When this party is over, I’m going to head out with those three. Do you want to join us?”
Back in the day, I would’ve jumped at the offer, but not tonight when I had something much better waiting for me upstairs. “I’ll take a raincheck. I actually need to leave. Will you let the others know I’ve left?”
“Sure, but is there something wrong? You’ve not been yourself for weeks. I thought at first that—”
“That I what?”
Daxon looked ready to elaborate before he flashed me an apologetic look and shook his head instead. “Nothing. You’d let me know if something was wrong. Right?”
“Save that shit for your patients,” I told him, then grinned. “I’m fine. Just a lot to do this semester with class and all. If only I would’ve switched majors in school, I might’ve ended up with a cushy job like yours. I could then charge two hundred dollars an hour to sit on my ass and listen to people ramble on about their lives.”
“I do more than that, Callum.”
“Possibly. Like I said, I’m out, so just let the others know, please.”
“Absolutely,” he said, then I turned around and left.
Once out in the lobby, I headed straight for the elevators. On the way, I saw what looked like another of my students waiting for it, too. “Travis?”
He turned around as the doors opened. “Hey, Professor. Going up?”
There was only one way to go, but I didn’t point that out. I simply nodded, then stepped inside. I watched as he pressed the key for the sixth floor, and I casually reached over and hit the one for the fourth. A few others joined us so there was no need to carry on a conversation with my student, or to experience any tension. The car shot upward and soon it reached my floor. I slipped past the others and stepped out into the hallway. No one else was getting off on this floor and the doors quickly closed.
I headed to my room and when outside, I could already picture Nicole lying across the bed, hopefully naked. Maybe she would’ve even touched herself as she waited. I was grinning at the images flashing through my head, but when I opened the door, she was fully dressed and standing in front of the floor to ceiling window. I saw her flinch, but otherwise, she didn’t even acknowledge me.
“I got up here as quickly as I could,” I told her as I made my way inside. I saw her jacket lying over the chair, so I removed my bow tie and jacket before laying them beside it. Next, I kicked off my shoes, then started toward her. She still hadn’t turned or said anything, so I closed the rest of the distance between us. I brushed her hair off to one shoulder, then kissed my way up her bare neck to her ear. “You look so beautiful tonight.”
My lips brushed up and down her throat and even though she was silent, I could feel the slight trembling of her body and knew she felt what I did. Nicole was aroused, although she was also upset about something, and I could only think of one thing that it could be. “You saw me with her.”
Nicole tensed up immediately. “I did.”
Well, this would explain the weird tension in the room. “She means nothing to me, Nicole. Harper’s my best friend’s girlfriend.”
She tried to pull away from me, but I wrapped one arm around her, essentially imprisoning her in my grasp. “That means nothing. I know how Titans operate. If you haven’t forgotten, my uncle alone has slept his way across the —”
“Gabriel would kill anyone that dared to touch Harper. She asked me to dance with her because she needed something from me. That’s all.”
“I bet she did,” came the response, and I let out a harsh exhale.
“This is her first Christmas with Gabriel since they’ve reunited, and she wanted to know what she should get him as a gift. If you’d stuck around, you would’ve seen her dancing with Noah, Romeo, and Daxon right after me as she polled them about the same thing.”
“I want to believe you, but— ”
I leaned in and nipped at her ear. “You know I have eyes for no one but you, Nicole. When we’re not together, all I do is think about the ways I want to make you come, and when we’re together...”
“When we’re together?” she whispered in question.
My hand drifted to her breast and I cupped it roughly. “When we’re together, I try to touch, kiss, and fuck you as often as I can so I have something to remember you by when we’re apart. It’s torture not being able to be with you in the traditional sense.”
A slight moan escaped her lips when I dragged my teeth down her neck. Nicole tilted her head as one of her hands came up over her head. She wrapped it around my neck to anchor herself to me, and I stopped talking. I didn’t want to tell her how she made me feel when I could show her much better.
I laved the throbbing pulse in her neck before suddenly attacking it with my teeth. She cried out, and I used my other hand to lower the front of her dress. I was now able to squeeze both breasts, and because she hadn’t worn a bra, there was nothing between her bare flesh and my palms. I used my thumbs to flick her nipples, then felt them harden on contact.
I continued to bite at her neck and shoulder, drawing small gasps from her, before spinning her around in my arms. I pinned her against the window seconds before my mouth came down on hers. She wasn’t her usual self, but I was up for the challenge of getting her back to it. Nicole was jealous of Harper and for no reason. The girl was Gabriel’s soulmate and had always been. The two had been through hell and back together, and none of us would ever do anything to come between them.
“I’ve never once wanted her, or really anyone else,” I told Nicole after pulling away enough to place chaste kisses against her lips. “No one makes me feel the way you do. I can’t even think straight when you’re around. All I want to do is touch you... kiss you... hold you and not let go...”
I was talking between light kisses, and when she drew my head closer to hers, I slammed my mouth over hers. Nicole was clinging to me now as if I was the very lifeline she was for me. My tongue thrust into her mouth, and after a small amount of coaxing, she surrendered so beautifully. I reached between her back and the glass, then slowly dragged the zipper down. I gave her dress a rough tug, and it slid down her body and pooled at her feet.
I ran my hands through her hair and twisted a large swath around my wrist and pulled, holding her in place as I ate at her lips and tongue. I used my other hand to roll her hardened nipples between my fingers. The mewling sounds escaping from her lips let me know how much she was enjoying this.
Just like mine, her hands were not idle, either. She quickly began to undo the buttons on my shirt until she grew frustrated. I didn’t even care when she pulled the material apart and sent the rounded pieces of plastic scattering onto the floor. I helped her by shrugging out of the torn shirt, then groaning against her lips when she ran her nails up my chest.
“I love feeling your hands on me, Nicole.”
“I love feeling yours on me, too,” she admitted, then tilted her head to the side as I peppered kisses down her nape and along her collarbone. I went lower, my mouth finding her nipple and latching onto it. “Callum,” she cried out when I clamped down with my teeth.
I suckled and nibbled on her breast before moving to the other. Her hands were on me and when one of mine slipped between her legs, she dug her nails into my shoulder. The bite of pain was something I loved, especially when it came from her. I attacked her other breast with the same intensity as the first one, all while working two fingers inside of her .
“Callum, I need...”
She didn’t elaborate, but there was really no need to. I knew exactly what she wanted, which was why I removed my fingers. Seconds later, I dropped down to my knees and lifted one of her legs. Starting at her knee, I kissed my way up it, lingering on her inner thighs before finally draping her leg over my shoulder. Nicole was wearing a silk thong, and I pulled at the waistband for a few seconds before tearing it off of her. I then had the most tantalizing sight in front of me.
“God, do you know how fucking gorgeous you really are, Nicole? Do you know how often I dream of your pussy and all the wicked things I want to do to it?”
“Cal—”
Her lower lips were damp and glistening with her arousal, and I slowly slid two fingers inside to separate them. When I leaned in, I blew a few puffs of air onto her clit, drawing a garbled sound overhead.
“Seeing you earlier downstairs, I wanted to drag you off into the shadows and fuck this hot pussy until you screamed the roof off the entire fucking hotel.” I ran my tongue through her slit. “I wanted to announce to my entire fucking social circle that every inch of your sexy body is mine.”
She gripped my head with her hands, and I grew silent as I sucked the small bud into my mouth, then clamped down on it like I had her nipples earlier. I inserted two fingers back inside of her, and spent the next several minutes focusing on bringing her to an orgasm.
The moment she shattered, I had to resist the urge to not fuck her where she stood. I did eventually rise to my feet too and when I did, I fused my mouth to hers. I didn’t try to coax her lips apart this time. I dominated the kiss from the start, thrusting my tongue into her mouth so she could taste her juices on mine .
I hiked her leg back up and as I deepened the kiss, I dragged my nails down her toned skin. I would never not want her. I knew that now and the thought scared the hell out of me. I couldn’t let it fuck with my head though, so I pushed those emotions to the side and focused on the only one that mattered. Tearing my lips from hers, I watched as she took in large breaths of air.
“I want to take everything from you tonight, Nicole.” When her brow arched, I continued. “Everything. After I make that hot pussy of yours come, I want to fuck your tight ass.”