5. Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Fleur
J amie was playing at Maison's. I sat at the bar, nursing a Sazerac as I listened to the band play Blue Skies . It had been a week since I saw Callum high-tailing it after my father and ten days since Callum and I broke up. I still had a sore heart.
It was at the same bar, on the same barstool, where Callum had spoken to me that first magical night we made love.
Callum was a little tipsy but not drunk. I'd had a drink at best and was in full control of my faculties, except having him touching me was enough to fuck with my head and heart.
From Maison, we walked to the French Quarter in the dark. He kissed me in an alley for the first time. A deep, drugging kiss.
"You taste so fucking sweet," he whispered against my lips. "So, so sweet."
His kiss took my breath away, and I clung to him, kissing him back, indulging in every fantasy I ever had about us being together. He was hard, and I could feel him against my stomach. I aroused Callum, and it was heady, this feeling of being seen, finally, by the man who held my heart.
"Your heart is racing, Grian." He settled his hips in the cradle of my legs, pushing against me. "And your pussy is wet, isn't it?"
I'd had sex before. This wasn't my first time. But not a whole lot of it. Nerdy girls didn't get laid as often as they seemed to in television shows. And maybe it didn't help that I compared every guy who showed me interest with Callum—and they all failed the test. I wasn't a virgin, but I was also not experienced. Considering Callum had a whole hell of a lot of sex, I wasn't sure I could compete. I was sure he'd find me lacking. I was already mortified by his dirty talk about wet pussies.
"You're blushing," he marveled. "My God, you're beautiful."
He took me to his place. A lovely house on Royal Street, a stone's throw away from the Quarter. It was a large home; four bedrooms, five baths, an iron lace porch and wraparound balcony—and the pièce de résistance, a New Orleans courtyard with a water fountain. The interior was a little sterile. All blue, white, and beige—but it was beautiful, and it was Callum's, so I fell in love with it as well.
His bedroom was large, with plantation windows and a king-size bed with white sheets. There was a simplicity to it.
He peeled my dress off.
"I've been wanting to see what you have on. Fuck."
I was in a simple black bra and no-line panties. Nothing fancy, but looking at his hungry eyes, I might as well be in La Perla. Next time, if there was one, I promised myself I'd doll myself up in sexy lacy lingerie.
I was nothing like the women I'd seen Callum with, all skinny and gorgeous—but I didn't dare ask him to turn the lights off. I didn't want to miss seeing him naked. This was probably the only night I'd have with him, and I was going to love him like hell, giving him everything inside me that was burning to be released.
He didn't have a six-pack or an eight-pack, but he was ridiculously fit and toned. He did have that sexy V that went down to his groin—where the dark hair ensconced a cock that looked like something from PornHub.com. None of my previous lovers had a dick that big, and I couldn't help but touch him.
He groaned and thrust against my hands. That gave me the courage to caress him, soft and gentle, feel him, explore him.
"That's enough," he muttered and pushed me onto the bed naked.
He slid over me, resting his erection at the notch of my thighs. I reached up and twisted my fingers into his hair like I'd always dreamed of doing. Lush, thick black hair that matched his dark eyes. He growled and dropped his lips to mine, ground his hips into mine, the tip of his cock at my entrance.
Pleasure spiked through me at the thought of him deep inside me. I couldn't wait and wrapped my legs around his waist. "Callum," I breathed.
He ran his lips over my cheekbones and then nibbled at the lobe of one ear. He pulled it between his lips and gave it a gentle bite. I whimpered. My hips thrust up against him, chasing him, wanting him.
"Need to fuck you, Grian." His voice was hoarse, thick with need. I could feel his lips against my ear, and his stern tone caused goosebumps to break out across my skin.
"Fleur, I need you to give me the words," he whispered, kissing the sensitive skin right behind my ear.
"Callum," I whispered, not sure what he wanted me to say," I want you."
"I know, Grian, I can feel that you want me, but I need to know you want me inside you." He reared up so he could look at me, amusement dancing in his eyes.
I smiled. "Yes, please. Come inside me."
"I will, but not just yet." He dipped his head and took a nipple into his mouth. Fuck, but that felt so damn good. The suckle was intense, breathtaking. He laved his tongue across my nipple and watched me as I moaned. "Fuck, yeah. You like that, Grian?"
"Yes. Don't stop."
He took my mouth in a hungry kiss and then started back down again on my breasts. One hand squeezed a breast and nipple so hard that it hurt so fucking beautifully, and the other nipple was in his mouth. He bit, suckled, and tugged the engorged flesh. All of it created a frenzy inside me that I'd never experienced before.
He pulled back and went down my body.
"Spread your legs for me," he breathed.
His mouth, his teeth, and his breath were all over my skin, and I felt hot, unbearably hot, like there was a fire inside and around me.
"Spread," he ordered and smacked my thigh hard.
I felt self-conscious, but I did as he asked.
"I want to see," he sounded drugged…on me? "I want to see your pussy."
I spread my legs wider, and his eyes glazed with arousal. I was bare. I liked it like that. It felt clean. I hadn't done it for a man but for myself. Six months of laser and some maintenance, and voila! I had a hairless pussy.
"Tha thu bòidheach," he murmured in Gaelic. I never figured out what that meant. "I could keep looking at your beautiful pussy, Fleur. I wanna look at it, fuck it, fill it up with my cum. You want that?"
Breathing heavily, I stared into his eyes and nodded. I pulled my lower lip between my teeth, feeling turned on and embarrassed all at the same time. I could feel my clitoris swollen and throbbing, and he'd only looked at me. I didn't come easily; I knew that. It took work with a clitoral vibrator—but now I thought if he touched me, I'd go off like a rocket.
He groaned softly and kneeled between my legs. He put a finger on my pubic bone before sliding it down my wetness. My hips immediately surged up, and he laughed softly.
"Oh, Grian, if you respond to my finger like this, I can't wait to see what happens when I eat you."
No man had ever done that to me. Oral sex sounded good in books and when I watched porn, but in real life, it felt messy. I'd seen what I looked like down under, and I didn't want his mouth there up close and personal.
I tried to close my thighs up, but he smacked me again. "Stay still," he commanded.
My heart raced as he nuzzled his nose against my pubic bone. "You smell so good. And you're so wet. I've barely touched you, and you're soaked." His finger dipped inside me, and I heard a slurping sound that embarrassed me but made him groan.
"I need to taste you." His voice was jerky, and I took a deep breath as his mouth found me.
Holy mother of God! Pleasure like I'd never felt shot up my spine. I was frozen to the spot because of it, and as if I were a puppet, my hands went to his head to hold him as I rubbed my pussy against him. I'd never done this before. I didn't even know how I was doing this because I didn't think I knew how to do this.
"Fucking sweetest pussy I've ever tasted." He ran his tongue from my ass to my clit, and I forgot to be uncomfortable, worried about how the unholy hole smelled or tasted. My arousal made it impossible for me to think straight. I was just a body now; I could only feel.
"Look at me," he growled, "Look at me as I fuck your pussy with my tongue. Fleur, please."
I watched him, wondering how he looked so sexy with his lips wet with my juices. He stuck his tongue out and flicked my clit. I screamed at the intense pleasure. I was aroused not just by what he was doing but as I watched him do it. It was dirty and erotic.
He buried his face into my folds and licked, sucked, and nipped until I was past everything but that feeling deep down inside, of the kind of release I'd never felt before. I exploded, and the orgasm that ripped through me was almost painful in its intensity. He slammed two fingers inside me and started to massage me. I was barely over that first orgasm when I felt the second one start. I was going out of my mind now. I was desperate. I wanted him inside me now!
He knew it, too. He grinned wide and repositioned me so I was straddling him. I looked at his face; my breath caught in my throat. This handsome man was mine tonight, and nothing this amazing had ever happened to me. His dark hair was messy. His eyes were hooded. His cheeks were flushed. His mouth was wet with my orgasm. I dropped my mouth to his, wanting to taste him and me. I couldn't believe that I was doing this with Callum, that I was the reason for that look of arousal on his face.
I held his eyes for a long moment and slid my ass down his legs. I wanted to taste him. I'd given a couple of blow jobs but more out of obligation and curiosity. This was the first time I felt a need to do it.
My mouth watered just looking at him.
I took him in my mouth.
"Fuck, yeah." His hands were in my hair, as if he were holding on for dear life. I loved that feeling of making him feel out of control.
I swirled my tongue around the thick round tip, and his head lifted. He watched me intently.
"Am I doing it okay?" I asked when insecurities plagued me.
"You do it any better, Grian, I'm going to come on your face."
"I've not done this a lot," I confessed.
He stroked my cheek, and the affection in his eyes made my heart beat faster. "I could come just watching your mouth close to my cock, Fleur. I'm so turned on right now that seeing you down there is enough for me to blow a nut."
I placed my tongue on the underside of his tip and licked him like a lollipop, lapping around the slit. He let out a hiss that egged me on. I stroked him with my hands as I wrapped my lips around him and sucked hard. I took him farther and farther inside my mouth, encouraged by his low grunts and his orders to take him in deep. He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, but he didn't let up; his hands on my head held me still.
"Love seeing those tears rolling down your cheeks." His voice sounded otherworldly.
He pumped his hips harder into my mouth, and suddenly, he ripped my mouth away. "Enough teasing."
He pushed me onto my back and kneeled in between my legs. "I want inside you."
With practiced ease, he opened a bedside drawer and brought out a condom. He watched me as he ripped it open with his teeth and then rolled it down his cock. It was erotic as hell to watch that, and next time, if there ever was a next time, I promised myself I'd do that for him.
He surged forward and filled me in one thrust. The pleasure, the pain, all of it pulled me out of my thoughts about wrapping his cock with a condom to just feeling said cock inside of me.
He pulled out and then slammed in again, balls deep. "Fuck! You're so tight, Grian. So, fucking tight."
I placed my hands on his shoulder blades. The pleasure of having him move inside me was earth-shatteringly good. My desire was a runaway train, and I moaned as his movements became more forceful, faster. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into me, not that he could go any further in.
"Deeper," I whimpered.
He pulled out, and I was about to complain when he hauled me onto my stomach. "On your knees, Fleur."
My hands and knees hit the mattress, and he pulled my ass high up in the air. Before I could catch my breath, he stroked into me from behind.
"Is that deep enough?" he asked as he pumped in and out. Two of his fingers were on my clit, banging against it.
"Fucking hell," I screamed as an unexpected orgasm ripped through me.
Two orgasms in one night!!!
I usually didn't even get one when I was with a man. Most of the time, I had to finish myself off.
Now I could see why Callum was so popular with the ladies. If he could do this, no wonder all the women wanted him all over their genitals.
Callum slowed his hips but continued to glide his cock in and out of my pussy, which was spasming out of my control.
"Milk my cock, yeah, just like that."
His penis seemed to get bigger inside me—and I didn't know how that was possible. He growled as his hips hitched against my ass. He screamed his orgasm, and it was the best sound in the world. Callum Gallagher letting loose with my name on his lips was something I hadn't even dared to dream of. The fact that it came true was a miracle of gigantic proportions.
I fell face down on the bed. He spun away from me and lay on his back. "You have a magic pussy, Fleur. Can't say I expected that."
I lifted my head to look at him. His eyes were closed, and he looked like a racehorse after a round around the track. He was beautiful, and my heart cracked at his words. Magic pussy? Yeah, that's what every woman liked to hear after getting her brains fucked.
"You have a magic cock, Mr. Gallagher," I countered, because like hell I'd let him demean me.
He laughed and turned to look at me. He stroked a finger down my cheek. "You're somethin' special, aren't you, Grian?"
I realized then that this was how he talked. He didn't make the magic pussy remark as a snip but as a compliment.
"What does that mean? Grian?"
He looked baffled. "What?"
"You keep calling me Grian."
"It's Gaelic; been a while since I spoke it," he said with a hint of wonder and amusement. "Grian means sunshine, Fleur."
I smiled. "Yeah?"
His eyes shuttered then. "We better get cleaned up."
He got out of bed, and just like that, the spell was broken.
But it hadn't been a one-night stand, as I suspected.
We spent every night together after that if we were both in New Orleans and not traveling. Sometimes he wouldn't even talk to me; he'd just fuck me. I preferred to go to his place because mine would only lead to questions about the Fort Knox-like office.
"You don't have to be embarrassed about your place," he once told me.
"I'm not."
"Okay. Just saying. I know you don't have a lot of money."
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him he was wrong, but I didn’t. What was the point? He’d believe whatever he wanted, no matter what I said. Our time together was short, and I wasn’t going to waste it arguing. Instead, I’d enjoy what little I had with him. When it was over, I’d nurse my broken heart and move on.