Chapter 10
CALLIE
I’m shocked at my own boldness. Would he like help with his erection? Am I for real?
As Reid stares at me, I begin to panic, and my face heats.
“Sorry, that was really inappropriate, I’ll—”
I try to draw back, but Reid’s uninjured hand shoots out, and he grabs me.
“No.”
No, he doesn’t want help? I look away, humiliation trying to burst out of my pores. I’ve made a complete fool of myself.
He gets a steely glint in his eye. “But you’re going to allow me to help you for once.”
My brain doesn’t compute. I try to think of something clever to say, or do, but he has me pinned with one hand and his gaze.
“I’m your nurse.” Wow, he really does destroy my capacity for logical thought.
His smile is feral. “Let me tend you, sweetheart.”
What on earth have I got myself into?
Before I can protest or question, he’s on his feet and guiding me over to the sofa, where he sprawls over it, lying down, feet up. He wriggles his shoulders until he’s comfortable, and ensures his wounded arm is just off the sofa’s edge.
I stand there with no idea what to do. Stupid as a trainee on their first shift. Stupid as a virgin faced with her wildest dreams.
“Come here.” He crooks a finger at me.
I go to him, because that finger? And that tone? I’m his doll.
“Good girl.” He grins. “Sit on me.”
My confidence comes to a crashing halt. Because he means sit on his huge cock, and I can’t do that. Not casually. I suppose I was offering to touch his cock with my hand—a hand job? Or a blow job maybe?
But much as I like Reid—probably more than like, if I’m honest with myself—I’m not going to give him my virginity on a sofa when he’s got a hurt arm, and I’d have to…
what… Balance on him? What if I gripped his arm by accident?
What if when he left, all too soon now, he took my heart with him as well as my V-card?
I groan and cover my face. “Reid, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” His tone is low and calm. “Just come here and—”
“I’m a virgin!” I blurt out.
I expect a big reaction. Disbelief. Laughter, even. I’m twenty-three and still untouched. That’s so pathetic, right?
But there’s neither from Reid.
“And you will be after this. On my face, Callie. Sit on my face.” His voice is gravelly with desire.
I’m so shocked my hands fall from hiding my eyes. “You…”
He gives me a downright wicked smirk. “Lift your nightdress, take off your knickers. You’re going to let me lick you until you scream and come on my tongue.”
What?
“But…” I’m not sure what I’m questioning. Perhaps the whole concept. I didn’t know men liked to do that sort of thing.
“Let me worry about my arm.” He reaches out and snags my hip, running his thumb over the thin fabric of my nightdress. “There’s no way I can hold myself over you to fuck you and stroke your clit at the same time, and you deserve that.”
“No!”
He stills, not quite letting me go, but not drawing me closer.
“No?” he queries softly.
“I don’t want you to risk injury by…” I run out of steam and wave my hands.
His chin tilts up. “Licking your cunt until you come on my face.”
My cheeks could cause third-degree burns. “What if my leg knocked your arm?”
“Worth it.” His eyes gleam, as though me re-opening his wound would only make it better. “Absolutely not an issue.”
“It is to me,” I insist.
For a second, I think he’s going to argue, but instead, he just nods, rises from the sofa and towers over me.
“Sit there.” He points at the place he was sprawled out in only seconds ago.
“But—”
“Lift your dress and sit on the sofa with your thighs apart. I want to kneel at your feet and worship your pussy.”
My brain stutters again. “You don’t want to have sex?”
He gives me a patient look. “I want to make you explode because the pleasure shakes you to your core. I want you helpless because you need me to give you release. And though, yes, I would very much like to fuck you senseless in every position you can think of, all my favourites need both my arms more capable than they are right now. So my priority is orgasms for my sweet little nurse.”
I guess the feeling of unreality that has been my constant companion since I met Reid is the reason I nod.
“Good girl,” he purrs. “Now show me your pretty little pussy.”
I obey. Of course I do. This man is the most compelling, scary, wonderful, kind person I’ve ever met, and my body loves it. My fingers go to the silky hem and I lift until my knickers are visible.
“That’s it.” His gaze rakes over me. “I’d love to hold you as you deserve.”
I make a sound of protest. I haven’t forgotten that he soaked the dressing I changed earlier, or that he’s got an open wound.
“Yes, I know. I’ll be very good. But first things first. Your knickers.” He reaches for my hip, and I gasp as he boldly slides his hand inside, gripping my bottom possessively. Like I’m his toy.
Heat gushes between my legs, and I bite back a moan. That one touch has swept through me.
“Mmm.” The sound is approving. “So soft.”
His palm glides down further, and I whimper as he takes my cotton knickers with him, pulling them from my body and letting them fall to the floor.
“Now, my good little nurse. Sit down.”
He shifts as I do as he demands, so when I’m on the sofa, bolt upright, he’s standing between my feet and his huge cock is at my face level. The tent in his towel is intimidating, but the scent of him is fresh and makes my mouth water when I think of how he could use my throat from this position.
“Hips forwards,” he croons, and kneels, tugging at my calf as he does so.
I’m half naked, and all inexperienced.
“Well done.” He nods his approval as I slide so my bottom is at the edge of the cushions. “So lovely. Nice and wet for me. I can see it seeping from between your lips. Now lean back and spread your legs, sweetheart. Show me your pretty little cunt and how much you need me to lick you.”
I do as he says, opening my thighs until my muscles complain. But the way he gazes at me makes every discomfort worthwhile.
“Closer.” He grasps my thigh and pulls me so my bottom almost hangs partly over the edge of the sofa.
“Your arm,” I protest.
“Is fine. And the best thing you can do is be a good girl and keep your legs wide for me. Let me eat your cunt in comfort.”
He lowers himself until his face is level with my pussy, and I’m dying here, but his expression is hungry. Ravenous, even. He looks like he’d really devour me. Like the secret place between my legs is the most perfect thing he’s ever seen.
“That’s it. Open for me, sweetheart.” He looks up, and his eyes narrow. Then he’s grabbed my hands and brought them both to my thighs. “Hold.”
I couldn’t be more exposed if I tried, and it’s hot and mortifying all at the same time.
I still have my skimpy nightdress on, and that’s deliciously crude.
Almost humiliating, but the way Reid clearly wants it tips me into arousal that’s only heightened by the sharp edge of embarrassment that only makes me wetter.
“Such a good girl for me,” he croons, then presses his mouth to my inner thigh, several inches from where I’m wet and open for him.
And I melt. His lips are soft, his beard is rough, and the combination is perfectly Reid.
And he’s not holding back. He nuzzles me, switching to kiss the other side, and making deep, satisfied sounds as he gets nearer to the middle.
“You smell so good, sweetheart.”
My fingers dig into the backs of my knees as he reaches my slit, and takes a long, greedy lick.
I whimper as his tongue goes over my clit and it twitches up towards him. “Reid.”
“Yes, I’m going to. But I want to enjoy every part of you.
” Then his mouth is on my clit and I’m light-headed.
He starts slowly, but quickly escalates, kissing and sucking.
Soon, I can’t form the thoughts about what he’s doing, because I’m a mess.
There’s my juices and his saliva all over my inner thighs and around my pussy, as he buries his face between my legs and gorges himself.
The sounds are obscene. They’re wet, and sticky, and I don’t know which of us is moaning, but I suspect it’s me.
I’m falling apart. It’s only strength of will that keeps my hands holding my legs up, because I’m on the edge of breaking and the last thing I want is to hurt Reid.
Not that he seems to care. It takes me a second to notice when he isn’t just using his mouth.
There’s a nudge at my passage entrance, and then his thick finger is sliding inside me, rubbing up on the inner walls in a way that makes my legs shake and seems to double the sensation of him on my clit.
Combined with the roughness of his beard, every part of me is being stimulated, and it’s new and extraordinary.
“Come for me,” he rasps, and then sucks hard on my clit while withdrawing and shoving a second finger into me with an arrogant demand that I open for him.
I utterly shatter, my eyes closing despite myself, and rolls of white-hot pleasure sweep out from where he’s touching me.
I barely needed anything to come, and it’s because this man has a magic when he’s near me.
I pulse and clench, my pussy trying to hold onto his fingers.
I’m wiped out, but Reid hasn’t finished. He’s still kissing me as I twitch and whine. His fingers ease in and out of my sopping pussy, and he licks up around the edge of my lips as though he loves the taste of me.
My brain is just static and fluff and butterflies.
And then another, wider pleasure seeps into me. Reid works his way closer to my clit, never touching, but I rock my hips as best I can, the slow, lazy spiral making me mindless with some need for more before I even recognise what he’s done.
I’m turned on again. He’s managed the impossible, and instead of the down after an orgasm, he’s crept my arousal up again.
“Reid,” I pant. “I…” I have no idea what I want to say. I never come twice in a row.
“Good girl,” he mutters, then his lips return to my clit and I’m just a creature of pleasure, unable to do anything but feel as he plays my body.
His tongue gives firm licks and his fingers are pumping in and out of me now.
It’s almost violent how quickly it builds this time.
He’s learned me, and I’m his to do with as he pleases.
His.
Oh, to belong to him. To have the right to care for him, and be loved in return. I’d do anything. And this dedication to my satisfaction feels like love, as stupid as that thought is. I need him so much. I want this man in his entirety. All the gentle, sweet, funny, sharp, hard parts of him.
The starburst of orgasm takes me. I tumble into pleasure. It consumes me, sparking down every limb, making me weak.
I can’t control it this time, and my legs fall from my grasp.
Reid catches them, easing my thighs onto his shoulders as he rests his head against the softness of my flesh there, and looks up at me.
His silver hair is messy and he’s breathing fast. His face is shiny with my wetness, and it’s all over him.
Right over his cheeks and even on his nose, as though he couldn’t get close enough.
I know the feeling.
“Callie.” My name on his lips sounds like a ragged prayer.