Chapter 11
REID
Feeling Callie fall apart on my tongue was everything I didn’t realise I needed. The intimacy of it, the way she’s mine, entirely. Under my control, and all I wanted to do—want to do—is make her feel good.
I’m covered in her honey, and honestly, I could bathe in her.
But yes, I still have a throbbing, desperately stiff cock, and my girl has told me she’s a virgin.
And much as I would like to take her and be her first, that’s not a privilege that’s for me.
Not when she’s so young and joyful and sweet, and I’m older and grumpy and dangerous.
It’s bad enough I’m could bring trouble to her door.
I should just leave. Finish myself off as I intended—except not under the shower. She might actually murder me if I did that.
But I prise myself onto my feet, and look down at my half naked, debauched, pretty girl sprawled on the sofa. She’s a goddess.
I turn to go. It’s an act of sheer self-control.
“Reid.” Her voice calls after me, confused, and then her hand catches at my hip. She tugs at the towel, and where it had been firmly affixed to my waist, as I was kneeling between her legs and feasting on her pretty little pink pussy, it became loose. And it only takes the brush to make it fall.
I should catch it, but I don’t even try.
She gasps as I’m revealed to her. Again. Then her fingers find my thigh, and trail up over the hair and the black ink pattern of tattoos.
“Callie. You’re playing with fire.” It’s a gruff warning. I’m substantially reduced in what I can do given my wound, but if she thinks I’m not still more than strong enough to hold her down, she needs to get her head together.
“Let me touch you. Like you did for me.”
Ohhh fuck. With her hands and her mouth?
I swallow, and when I look down at her, I’m shaking. I want her so fucking much, it’s a worse pain than anything that could be caused by a gun.
“This can’t be permanent,” I say harshly. Even if I’m beginning to recognise that it’ll tear me apart to leave her. When I leave.
She flinches as though I’ve struck her, but recovers almost instantly. A bright smile gets pasted onto her face. “All part of a nurse’s job in this circumstance.”
That’s a lie. We’re both lying to ourselves and each other. I hope she doesn’t know that.
It’s far better if she thinks I’m a heartless, growly, cynical arsehole. That’s nothing less than the truth. It just happens that for her, I’m a golden retriever puppy with a red rose in my mouth.
For her, I’m tame, for all I need her to believe otherwise.
“A blow job is all part of my housemate bonus?” I reach out and stroke my palm over her cheek, cupping her jaw and holding it. “Coming over your cunt? Or on your tits? Oh, I bet they’re glorious. Show me your tits, Callie.”
I meant to scare her off, but instead, she immediately shuffles and gives me a brave little smile as her hands go to her tiny nightdress.
She pulls the straps down, momentarily pinning her arms down, I can’t hold back a groan.
Her dusky pink nipples are revealed, and she’s stunning.
I have all sorts of visions of her tied up for me, and me taking advantage of her lithe young body. I’m a monster.
And I’ve run out of control. Callie is the most perfect creature I’ve ever seen, and it’s a good thing she’s eager for this, and I’m injured, because I’m not sure I could hold myself back otherwise.
My hand drops to my cock, covering the head and squeezing. My vision blurs from the pleasure, even as I can’t stop looking at her.
Callie blinks up at me. Her hair has come partially loose from her usual ponytail. I want to see more, so I reach with my injured arm to her hair.
“No,” she snaps and pulls away.
Fire rises in me. She’s mine. I want her hair down as I wank over her.
“You will—”
“Not use that arm, Reid. How many times do I have to tell you?”
My hand falls away, and so does my irritation.
“When I’m well again…” But it’s not a real threat. When I’m well, I’d like to pleasure her more. Properly. All I’ll do is leave her with money, and memories, and safety.
“What do you want?” she asks breathily. So beautifully happy to please.
“Your hair,” I grit out. My hand is moving faster on my cock now. My balls are tingling. I’m not going to last when she’s gazing up at me like that.
She brings her hand up and slides the hair elastic from her long brown locks, and it spills like liquid silk over her shoulders.
I groan, and my cock throbs. She’s stunning naked. In her usual clothes and neat hair, she’s lovely, but natural like this, I want her so badly it’s an insistent ache behind my balls.
I would love to fuck her, and put a baby in her. I’m thrusting my cock into my hand now, desperate to come. I’d paint my seed right up inside her, where it would get her pregnant. The vision of her belly rounded with my child is irresistible.
“Please.” Callie reaches out for my cock, and puts her soft little hand onto mine. “Show me how to. I want to do it for you.”
I force myself to slow my jerking fist to a crawl, because if Callie wants to practice on me? Who am I to deny her anything? I’m her slave.
The only woman in the world whose touch I enjoy. She could ask me for the moon on a stick, and I’d storm over to NASA and make them understand that’s their top priority.
I keep my breathing as even as I can as I shift my hand to reveal part of my length. And ohhh, her fingers, tentative as they are, feel even better than mine. It shouldn’t. She’s inexperienced, but I’m incredibly turned on by her.
I let out a rough groan as she moves her hand up and down my shaft, gaze flicking between my cock and my face.
She’s so curious, tilting her head to look at my cock from new angles.
She really is totally innocent, and the thought of showing her how we’d fit together, and introducing her to pleasures of every sort, makes my head swim with the possibilities.
“It’s so silky. And hard. And big.” There’s no guile in her comments. It’s just her observations as she works her palm over me. She doesn’t know to focus on the head, but my body doesn’t care.
I can’t help but laugh. “You say all the right things, Callie.”
Her smile is pleased as she looks up at me. Our eyes lock, and a surge of euphoria makes me tremble.
“Does it feel good?” she asks. “I want it to be as good for you as—”
“Everything you do is perfect,” I cut her off.
“But I want to make you come,” she insists.
“There is no chance I won’t.” My balls are drawing up, responding to her. Pleasure tingles at the base of my spine.
“What about like this?” She strokes me cautiously towards the head.
“Yes. You can grip me harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Her eyes are wide with a combination of worry and curiosity.
“It feels good. It feels more than good. Like when I was licking you as though you were my last meal.”
She smiles and tightens her grip. But I can see that mind of hers working, too.
“Would you mind if I put my mouth on you?” she asks hesitantly.
It’s too much. Far more than I thought she’d volunteer. This pretty, sunny girl wants to put my monster cock between her lips.
I grunt and nod. “Anything you want.”
I can’t guarantee I’ll last, but I’m happy to let her play with me as she likes.
Her lips are pink and lush, and she licks them as she brings her head to my cock, having to angle it down because she’s tiny.
Breathing is impossible as she leans in, and touches her lips to where there’s pre-come beading my tip. It’s butterfly-light, but I’m primed. I’ve needed this since we first touched.
Then all my dreams are true, because she opens her mouth, and tries to cram as much of my cock in as she can.
I blow. Instantly. There’s no warning, for her or for me.
I knew I was close, but the orgasm explodes out of me, catching me by surprise.
I erupt in her mouth, and I try to apologise, but I’m choked by the bone-shattering pleasure that is sweeping away all other bodily functions.
Including holding myself still. I sway, and my cock pops out of Callie’s mouth as another wave catches me and I paint a stripe right over her shocked face.
The savage, dirty thrill of that finally has me reacting.
Instinctively, I grab the back of her head.
I should push her away, but I don’t. My injured arm shrieks with pain as I slam my hand over hers and use our joined hands to milk out two more stripes of come over her mouth, and falling down onto her exposed tits and thighs.
Possessive glee pulses through me even as my orgasm recedes, because she’s covered.
Her face is dripping with the white, gooey evidence of how I want her.
And some secret, primal part of me has only one regret—that my come isn’t also in her pussy.
Deep, and filling, and making her mine in an unmistakable way.
Getting her tits big and milky, and our baby in her swollen belly.
“Reid.” Her voice is full of reproach.
I grit my teeth. I can’t take back what I did, and I wouldn’t.
“Your arm! Let go of my hair.”
The shock cuts me off at the knees. Half a second, and I’ve fallen into a sitting position on the sofa, and dragged her onto my lap. Fuck my arm, fuck anything that’s between us.
She’s such a good, loving person, that even when I defile her by coming on her face like she’s my whore, she isn’t thinking of that. She’s not angry with me. She doesn’t point out that I’m an arsehole. No. She’s concerned I might have hurt myself in the process.
I pull her face to mine, and kiss her. Hard, passionate.
Messy. My come is slick on her face, and the tang has a weird, familiar but taboo taste.
I don’t care. There’s still her sweet and salty taste on my tongue, and when she opens her mouth for me, it’s uniquely her.
I crush her to me, desperate. Her skin is the softest warmth I can imagine.
All over, her body gives and my fingers sink into her plushness.
She’s the ultimate luxury, and despite having just orgasmed, I’m starving all over again for her. I can’t get her close enough.
She’s the same with me. Her hands explore my back and shoulders as best she can, though I feel her flinch when she brushes up against the dressing on my upper arm.
I kiss her lips, demanding and hard, my tongue in her mouth, teasing hers. I thrust my fingers more into her hair and ignore the scream of pain from my arm. I hold her tighter.
I don’t think I can let her go.
I am more compelled by Callie than I can admit.
I’m obsessed. I adore her, and every bit of her sweetness.
I am greedy and jealous of the time she spends with anyone else.
I want her with me, and I want to find everything that makes her happy, and bend the world to my will until it’s the way she wants.
I love her.
And it’s that moment, with the peach scent of her hair in my nose, and her small body sheltered by mine, that I realise.
This isn’t about my gunshot wound healing well.
It’s not about the dozens of reasons our lives should never have collided.
It’s not even about the fact that she can touch me, and I get so turned on by her that I can hardly think.
I love this girl because she’s the sweetest thread of hope I’ve ever hung onto, and she won’t break. Callie is far stronger than she looks. And whatever the price, whatever I need to do… I need her forever.
I want her as my wife.