Chapter Fourteen
Charley
The hot water is going to run out if I don’t get out of this shower soon.
It took a long time to get the shimmery cream off and I’ve washed my hair twice, and scrubbed myself red.
It’s easy to tell yourself you’re okay and you can deal with something like this when it happens.
Or that nothing did happen, you’re safe and weren’t hurt.
None of it makes the terror you felt in the moment go away.
The bathroom here is amazing, so much better than what I’ve been used to the last two years. Even the really nice ones at Elegance can’t beat this. And the towels. Callum spared no expense. He’s definitely a conundrum, but one I’m more than happy to be around.
The violence doesn’t scare me. If he was attacking people for no reason I’d hate it, but every time I’ve seen him when the rage changes him, it’s to defend someone. Well, me.
Drying off and slipping on a camisole and shorts, I come into the bedroom, drying my hair. I stop short when I see Callum in the doorway. Did I leave that door open?
His eyes trail all the way down to my toes and back up again, pausing on my breasts which makes my nipples go hard, pushing at the silky fabric. He’s taken off his cut but is still wearing the clothes he wore to the party.
My first thought is to ask what he is doing but breaking the silence would mean breaking this spell.
For a long time, I’ve thought about what it would be like, to touch him, to feel him against me. I never dared to believe he felt the same.
His throat works as he swallows, not taking a step inside, just watching. Almost waiting for me to tell him it’s okay.
Turning so I’m fully facing him, I drop the towel on the floor and in a moment of insanity but complete desire, I move the strap of the camisole off my shoulder.
It falls to my elbow and the fabric, which is low cut anyway, drapes over my breast, hanging off my nipple for a moment before falling as far is can with the other strap still on my shoulder.
“Fuck,” he groans under his breath.
It’s like he’s fighting with himself. I’m not sure why. This is an invitation, maybe it wasn’t enough. I lower the other strap, so the whole thing falls to my waist, baring me to him.
This isn’t the same as when I did it in the room at Elegance, or on the stage where he was watching me.
He takes a step into the room. I push the camisole over my hips and step out of it so I don’t get tangled and fall on my ass. His chest is heaving as he watches me push my hands into the waistband of the shorts.
“Don’t,” he speaks.
I pause and look at him. Really? I’m here offering myself and…
He moves towards me and takes my wrists, gently moving them away. He is so close I can smell the scent of his skin, the warmth of his hands makes fire burn up my arms and shoulders and my throat tightens.
“Let me,” he whispers and releases my arms to push his hands under the fabric at my hips. I watch his face as he pushes it over my ass, holding it as long as he can before it drops down between our feet. Now I’m completely naked and he is staring into my eyes.
No man has ever looked at me like this before. Like I’m the only thing he wants to stare at, captivated is the word that springs to mind.
It’s heady and my mind is spinning as he raises a hand, ghosting it over my breast but not touching it, until his palm cups my jaw.
It’s almost reverent how he is holding my face. How can a man go from the violence of just an hour ago, to treating me like spun glass? I’m not complaining because the way he is looking at me is making me feel powerful and beautiful and wanted.
But it is also driving me crazy. I push up on my toes and bring my mouth closer to his. He shifts his hand so that his thumb is on my lower lip, the rest of his fingers holding my chin. In the split second before his head lowers, our eyes lock again, until mine sweep shut and I lift higher.
Our lips join and his kiss is delicate, hesitant almost so I push further into him, letting him know I’m not breakable, he doesn’t need to treat me like I’m delicate, or worry about what happened at the club.
Once he gets that signal, he pushes back and kisses me, pulling me against him, the scratch of his jeans against my bare skin makes me shiver. He wraps an arm around my waist and tilts my head so he can deepen the kiss.
I want to open my eyes to watch him but I also want to feel every moment of this.
He pulls back and stares into my eyes, something possessive comes over them. I stand still as he drags his T-shirt over his head and drops it on the floor, then he leans around, grabs the back of my thighs and picks me up, my legs going around his waist.
He groans and his eyes close for a second. I’m not sure why until he presses his lips to my ear.
“I can feel how wet your pussy is against my abs.”
Oh…That’s kind of hot. Hot enough to make my chest flush and my cheeks burn.
He turns and walks out of the room, heading along the hallway to his. When he sees my frown, he smirks. “I’m fucking you in my bed, Charley.”
He kicks his door shut which is pointless given we’re alone but that thought falls from my head when he sets me down and moves back, his eyes eating me up again. His fingers trail up my thigh to my hip then dip between my legs.
“Need to touch you,” he murmurs.
“Please,” I put a hand on his chest and move closer.
His traces my inner thigh and over my pubic bone.
“Are you a tease, Nashville?”
He growls. “Callum. And I’m just savoring the moment before…” he pushes two fingers inside of me, making me go up on my toes and grab onto his arm. “Damn, your tight,” he frowns.
“Not what you think,” I squeeze his arm. “It’s just been a long time.”
“Good,” he pulls back his fingers and lifts me, setting me on the bed, I push up on my elbows and watch him unbutton his jeans and lower them, dragging his underwear with it.
My mouth waters at the sight of his cock. It’s bigger than what I’ve seen before and a small bead of pre-cum glistens on the head. I chew on my lip and he takes it with his thumb, pulling it away with a smirk.
“Move into the middle of the bed.”
I do as he asks, and he opens a drawer on the table beside us, taking out a strip of condoms. He sets it beside me, then climbs onto the bed, nudging my thighs apart so he is kneeling up between them.
He eats me up with his eyes again and I clench, desperately wanting him to fill me, to ease the empty ache inside of me.
Instead he lowers himself so his face is level with my breasts and tugs a nipple between his teeth. My back arches at the contact, like I’ve been hit by a lightning bolt.
He cups the other breast as he sucks and nips the sensitive skin around it. Then he moves higher, kissing up my throat and neck, nuzzling into the gap beneath my ear. I’m just trying to get my senses straight from that when his fingers fill me again and I cry out.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “This is only the beginning Charley.”
That is a promise I am whole-heartedly behind. I spread my thighs wider, and he presses his knees into my ass, pushing in and out of me faster then slower. Teasing me to the point I want to yell at him, but he takes my mouth with his before I can do anything.
He finger fucks me and rolls his tongue around mine in rhythm with each other and it feels like I’m going to fly off the bed the way everything tightens inside of me. It's too fast, I want to enjoy it.
“Yes,” he says against my lips. “Come for me, Charley, show me how you’re going to treat my cock once it’s inside you.”
A whimper escapes.
“Don’t hold back,” he orders. “I want to hear every single second of your pleasure while I feel it.”
It’s like the dam breaks and I let out a cry as my back bows and I bear down on his fingers. He doesn’t stop moving them as he bites the side of my shoulder making me cry out again.
When I snap back down onto the bed, my mouth is open, trying to catch my breath.
Callum strokes my hair back and smiles at me. “You look beautiful when you come.”
I’m lost for words. Even when he has me breaking in mere minutes, he is gentle and sweet.
I lay still as he grabs the strip and tears off a condom.
I'd offer to help but I’m still reeling from the aftershocks of that orgasm.
It’s only the second I’ve ever had with a man.
Something tells me it won’t be the last.
Callum settles between my legs, our hips pressing together, his chest against mine.
He cups my face and kisses me deeply, pouring everything into it, then one hand slides down my body as he grips his cock, holding it steady, stroking it up and down my pussy, nudging at my clit, then he lets go and pushes inside.
My instant response is to squeeze, and he grits his teeth, pushing further and further until I’m so full it feels like heaven and the relief at having something inside makes me clutch his shoulders and encourage him to move.
He makes a few tentative thrusts until I open my eyes to tell him he doesn’t need to be so gentle but he is grinning at me when I do and before I can ask why he thrusts even further into me, pushing me up the bed. My breath, my brain, my heart, it’s all gone with that one push.
All I can do is hold on to his hips as he moves, the drag and push of him inside of me driving me into a frenzy.
He slows down again and kisses my breasts, my shoulder and then my mouth as he rams in hard. The slow and fast of it is making me insane.
“I knew you would feel like this,” he says.
“Like what?”
“Perfect, wrapped so tight around my cock, I can barely fucking hold back.”
“Don’t.”
“Be careful what you wish for Charley.”
“I won’t break. At least not in a bad way.”
He lets out a laugh. “Is that a challenge?”
For the first time in a long time I feel bold, asking for something I really want has never come easy, because I’ve always been denied, or made to feel stupid for asking. Callum isn’t like that.
“Fuck me,” I grip him at his nape, my nails scratching through his hair.
He lifts my thigh and wraps it over his hip and back, my foot presses against his ass as he moves faster, his hips rising and falling instead of pushing in and out. It somehow makes him go deeper and hits a spot inside of me that makes my vision blur.
“Yes,” he groans. “That’s it, fucking hell Charley. Fuck.”
He moves faster and I grip him harder with my thighs and arms, tilting my head back on the pillow. He bites my neck and thrusts faster, groaning loudly as his dick pulses inside of me.
“Oh yes, yes. Fuck!” I cry out as my whole body shatters, a million times more powerful than the first time. I’ve never sworn out loud like this during sex either. I barely recognize myself.
He is talking, telling me how good I feel, how he wants to fuck me over an over until we both break. It’s like a dream voice, breaking through the ecstasy.
His forehead drops onto my shoulder as I lower my head. His weight is on me but not fully, he is keeping himself from crushing me. For a moment we stay like that, our gasping breaths the only noise in the room.
He lifts his head and looks at me. “Are you okay?”
All I can do is nod. He holds my chin and kisses me, rolling his tongue with mine, and he groans when I squeeze my walls around him, unintentionally, he is just that good of a kisser.
“That was amazing,” he says, as he lifts up slightly. “Wish I could stay cocooned in here forever.”
But we can’t. And he eventually pulls out and flops onto his back beside me. My eyes roam his body, taking it in for the first time, the golden tan, the ridges, his tattoos, a couple of scars on his abdomen. My brow furrows at one that looks like a small circle.
He sees me looking and rolls up, taking off the condom. “We’re not going to discuss that right now,” he gets to his feet and walks around the bed. “Come on,” he holds out a hand.
“Where are we going?”
“Bathroom. You have to take care of yourself after sex.”
How is he real? How does the big bad biker turn into this sweet, caring guy? I’m still too stunned to argue when he disposes of the condom and steps outside to give me privacy. I use the toilet and wash my hands then come back into his room, a little unsure.
He’s lying in bed and sets his phone down when he sees me. “Come here.”
That answers my unasked question. I walk over and climb onto the bed. He shifts around and gets me under the covers beside him.
“I want you right here,” he says, putting his arm up so I can duck under and rest my head against his chest. “So if I wake up and need to fuck you again, you’re right where I want you to be.”
“You have a way with words, you know that?”
“I only speak the truth,” he places his chin on the top of my head and strokes a hand up and down my arm. “Are you sure you’re okay, after everything tonight?” he asks after a short silence.
“I never thanked you,” I say against his chest.
“You don’t need to.”
I tilt my head. “Yes I do, it’s the second time you’ve saved me.”
He laughs softly and stokes some hair behind my ear. “I’ll always save you.”
My nose stings and I close my eyes, ducking my head under his chin again. He holds me tighter against him. I wish I could believe his words. I want to. Callum isn’t like anyone I’ve ever met.
It’s my own cynicism that keeps me from believing I’m worthy of that promise.
After everything I’ve been through tonight, my body crashes faster than I expected and I drift off to sleep to the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and the beat of Callum’s heart.