Chapter 15
CHLOE
His eyes widen, and at first, I worry that maybe I read this situation wrong. Did I mess up? Is this not what he wants right now? Is it…me?
He releases my hands, then nods once. “All right. Then show me.”
It’s all the permission I need. I was tired before he came home, all thanks to Percy, but now I’ve never felt more awake.
I make quick work of undoing his belt, then free the button on his pants.
My hands are shaking, and every move is jerky, but I’m so eager to prove my words to him that I don’t care.
I missed him, and not just these last nine days either.
Over the last three years, I thought of him every minute of every day.
I thought of our lazy mornings on his off days, of quiet dinners and every joke we ever shared.
I missed my partner, the man I promised so much to.
I missed my husband, and I already know that whatever happens next won’t be enough.
I try not to let myself think of that as I push his boxer briefs down and get my first glimpse of my husband’s cock in years.
He’s long and thick and just as perfect as I remember, and I cannot wait to taste him.
I lean forward, pressing a kiss to his right thigh, above the tattoo of a polar bear playing hockey.
He has many silly tattoos like this, and I couldn’t even begin to count the hours I’ve spent trying to trace each one with my fingertips.
“Shit,” he mutters when I press my lips to his skin again.
I always loved this part of being on my knees for him, teasing him and seeing him looking down at me like he is now.
His eyes are dark, almost like a thick maple syrup, and his lips are parted ever so slightly.
His cheeks are stained pink, and he’s swallowing hard, like he’s desperate for something to quench his thirst.
I move my lips from the polar bear to the tattoo on his other thigh, this one an abstract sort of design. I never quite understood what it’s supposed to be, but it doesn’t make it any less beautiful.
“I’m not sure I can handle this,” he says through clenched teeth, and I look up to find his shirt pulled up and balled into his fist as he stares down at me. It’s almost like he’s barely hanging on when I haven’t even started.
I smirk. “I’m just kissing you. Getting reacquainted with old friends, that’s all.”
His eyes narrow. “You’re being a tease is what you’re doing, Clover.”
“Me? I would never.”
But I would, and I am. Seeing him come undone like this…it’s worth it, even though I’m just as needy for this as he is. When I kiss his tattoos again, he growls in frustration, and I grin.
“Chloe…”
It feels like a warning, or maybe a promise of retaliation later, but either way, it’s enough to spur me on, and I finally drag my tongue over his length.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers as I let just the tip of him rest against my lips. “Shit. Do that again. Please.”
I do, but only because I want to. With Callum being my first everything, it took me a while to work up the courage to do this. But once I felt his heavy cock in my mouth, I knew I’d never grow tired of it, and every chance I got to suck him, I took it.
Which is what I do right now—I take him to the back of my throat, pulling him deep until I can’t anymore, and my eyes water as I try to breathe.
I back off once I can’t take it anymore, running my tongue around the head of his hard length, and I do it again.
I keep it up, alternating between sucking him deep and just teasing the head, my nails dragging along his thighs in light touches.
He groans, his knuckles turning white as he watches me, holding himself back from doing what I know he wants to. I discovered early on that not only did I enjoy sucking his cock, but I loved it even more when he took control and showed me what he wanted.
It’s exactly what I’m after right now. I grab his hand, moving it to the top of my head, and I wait. Eagerly. Right away, Callum knows what I want.
“Are you sure?”
I nod around him, sliding my hands up his thick thighs and grabbing on to him to keep me steady.
“Jesus, Clover,” he says, trailing his finger down until he’s cupping my jaw. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now? With my cock sitting in your mouth, waiting for me? Fuck, you’re drooling. Did you know that?” He swipes at my chin. “So fucking stunning.”
Even though I’m fully dressed and sitting on my knees in a small bedroom that’s packed with all my favorite things, I feel beautiful right now. More than I have in a long time. And it’s purely because of the way Callum is looking at me, like he’s never seen a prettier sight.
“Are you ready? Because I don’t think I can hold back.”
I nod again, and it’s the only warning I have before he surges to the back of my throat, filling my mouth with him entirely. He stays there, unmoving. I try to swallow, but it’s nearly impossible to do.
I love it.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs. “Again.”
I heed his request, and he inhales sharply. Then he finally moves, pulling out just enough that I can catch my breath before pounding back in. It’s bordering on being uncomfortable, and my jaw is already hurting, but I chalk that up to not doing it in so long.
The ache between my legs? That’s all right now, this moment, where my husband is using my mouth for his own pleasure.
Callum’s hold tightens on my hair to the point of it being painful, but I don’t want him to stop.
I’ve dreamed about this so many times since I’ve been gone, and I’m not about to interrupt it now.
His movements grow jerkier and more chaotic as we go on, and I take it all, savoring every moment of it.
When the throbbing between my legs gets to be too much, I have no choice but to relieve it.
I slip my hand into the leggings I threw on before coming over, sighing when my fingers collide with my clit.
“Yes, Clover. That’s it. Play with yourself while I fuck your mouth.”
I moan around him, and it prompts him to pump into me harder and faster. I move my fingers right along with him, and I’m hoping he’s getting close, because I am, and I’m not sure how much longer I can last.
“Do you want to come?” he asks.
I nod the best I can as he slides into me again.
“Don’t. I want your first orgasm of the night, you hear me?” Another rough thrust. “I want to feel that sweet cunt of yours squeezing me when you come.”
When his thigh tenses under my hand, I know he’s close. I look up at him, my mouth tired and my knees burning from the carpet. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re bruised tomorrow, but I don’t care.
I dig my nails into his leg, and his nostrils flare. “Chloe…”
It’s all he says before he spills into my mouth, filling me up with his cum. Spurt after spurt hits the back of my throat, and it’s so much so fast that it leaks out of the sides of my mouth. I can’t even begin to imagine what a mess I must be right now.
When he’s emptied himself, Callum releases me, tucking his cock back into his boxer briefs, and I fall back on my heels, trying to catch my breath.
It’s pointless, because suddenly he’s grabbing me, hauling me to my feet.
He wastes no time sealing his mouth over mine, and I groan into the kiss.
He doesn’t care that my tongue is still coated in his cum, and it’s clear I’ve awoken a long-sleeping beast. He swoops me into his arms, and I let out a soft squeal.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but it comes out garbled.
Callum is still trying to kiss me, but he understands anyway. “I’m taking you to my room so I can fuck you properly.”
He says it so simply, as if I’m a fool for even asking. Maybe I am, because even though I wanted it and started this whole thing, I still wasn’t expecting tonight to lead here. I’m certainly not mad about it.
His still hard cock is pressed between my legs, and it hits all the right spots as he carries me out of the spare bedroom and to his. He drops me to my feet at the end of the bed, and his hands instantly go to the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it aside in a flash.
Growing up, I was always bigger than the other girls my age. My thighs are thick, my ass and hips wide, my boobs always a bit too big, and I’ve never had a flat stomach in my life. I never thought it was a problem until they did, then it was all I felt like people cared about.
Until Callum. He’s never said a mean thing about my body.
In fact, it’s always been the opposite, which is why I’m relieved to see him raking his eyes down me with nothing but admiration.
There’s nothing fancy about the simple black cotton bra I’m wearing, but it doesn’t matter.
Callum is still looking at me like I’m wearing a Valentino gown walking a red carpet.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Then he’s closing the small distance between us and kissing me again, and when his hands curl around my bare waist, I sigh.
This. This is what I missed. Dying to feel his skin on mine, I tug at his shirt, and he understands what I want straightaway.
He pulls the material over his head, tossing it aside.
Just like he did a moment ago, I take the time to appreciate him.
He’s always been in good shape thanks to hockey, but he looks even better than he did before.
His body is all hard edges and muscles, covered in tattoos.
Aside from the lamp on his bedside table, it’s dark in the room, but I can still see that he has new ones, though I can’t make them out clearly.
What I can see uninhibited for the first time is the chain that dangles between his pecs, and it takes me no time at all to recognize what it is—a ring. The very one I slipped on his finger when I said “I do” all those years ago.
He still has it.