32. Callan
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CALLAN
T he rest of the night was torture. Between drinks at the table with me and Eric, who wasn’t in the mood to dance, Beth would disappear onto the dance floor with the girls and my teammates. My teammates were respectful of Beth because they knew I’d kill them otherwise. But I discovered something about her. When she wasn’t in my arms, Beth … she wasn’t the best dancer.
She moved with abandon, but there was something slightly awkward about her. She was all long limbs and no rhythm.
“Does your girl know she’s kind of all over the place on the dance floor?” Baird asked me with a grin as he returned to the table to chug down his pint.
I shook my head, smirking. “I don’t think so. And don’t tell her.”
Baird eyed me, but whatever he was thinking he didn’t say. Instead, he jumped back into the throng.
I still couldn’t take my eyes off Beth because I knew for a fact her rhythm in the bedroom was top-notch. This … the fact that she wasn’t the greatest dancer … it was kind of fucking adorable. It made me, unbelievably, want her more.
It also didn’t seem to put off other men. Why would it when she was still the sexiest woman out there?
The bloke appeared out of nowhere, and he didn’t ask permission. He put his arms around Beth and started grinding against her arse.
I catapulted out of my seat, anger propelling me forward, but by the time I got there, Baird was already shoving the guy into the crowd.
“No touchy without permissiony!” my friend yelled, his expression dark with rage.
“It was only a fuckin’ dance, ya cunt!”
“You okay?” I asked Beth. She appeared a bit dazed but nodded. So I joined Baird as Kaito, John, Botan, and Eric took up at his side.
The bloke blanched and shrugged down his T-shirt. Baird had wrinkled it when he’d grabbed him. “Right, right, I get it.” He looked between us all. “Sorry, sorry.” He backed away, tripping and stumbling in his hurry to leave.
I patted Baird on the back. “Thanks.”
“Did it for Beth.” He patted me in return.
Beth bridged the distance and squeezed his arm. “I appreciate it, but I can handle myself.”
“Shouldn’t have to handle shite like that.”
I couldn’t stand her suddenly despondent expression, so I pulled her gently into my arms. After a few seconds, she melted against me, and we began to sway again. As before, we found the rhythm easily together. I smiled to myself, wondering why she found it with me but not solo.
“Better?” I murmured.
“Much.”
I lifted her chin, searching her eyes to make sure that was true. Finding it was, I kissed her.
Like always, we ignited on impact.
When her hands started creeping up under my T-shirt, I broke the kiss. “Time to go.”
I didn’t even give Beth a chance to say goodbye to her mates. Passing John, I clapped him on the shoulder. “Happy Birthday.”
He laughed as we blew past him.
“Callan!” Beth giggled, tugging on my hand.
“No time to stop.”
The muggy summer evening air did nothing to cool the need building in us. If anything, it worsened things as our skin turned clammy. I barely remembered grabbing the cab or the drive back to the flat.
But I would never forget Beth impatiently kissing me as we stepped into the building. Or how we nearly tripped and fell trying to get up the stairs to her place.
As we stumbled against the wall on the landing below Beth’s floor, my lips hungry on hers, my hands eager on her body, I swear I almost came out of my skin at the tug on my zipper.
She yanked it down and slipped her hand inside to grip my cock confidently and pull it free of my underwear.
“Fuck,” I panted against her mouth. “Someone might come out of their flat.”
Her eyes were glazed with lust. “Then they’ll get a show.”
All thought but getting inside her fled my mind. I shoved up her dress, pulled her thong aside as she hooked her right leg around my hips. Then I was pushing inside her perfect, tight, wet heat.
God, she was soaked. I grunted, gritting my teeth against the need to come as she gasped at my intrusion. I bent my knees and thrust up into her.
“Callan!” she cried.
“Quiet, princess, quiet,” I groaned as I fucked her hard against the stairwell wall.
Beth bit her lips against her cries, her face etched with pleasure as our hips rocked hard and fast together like we’d wanted to on that dance floor. Possessiveness roared through me and I squeezed her breast, molding it, caressing it, owning every inch of her as my cock plunged in and out.
No one felt like her.
Never had.
I was totally lost in her.
“Beth.” I fucked into her harder, faster as my balls drew up. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” I fumbled between her legs, finding the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. I’d barely rubbed it when her inner muscles clamped down on my cock. I covered her mouth, her climax noisy as my own exploded through me.
We stood shuddering together for a few seconds as the fog lifted from our brains.
And it was only as I withdrew from her I realized why she’d felt extra fucking amazing this time.
My cum was all over her.
Blood rushed to my cock again at the sight even as I murmured a panicked, “Fuck.”
Beth breathlessly lowered her leg and pushed down her dress. “I’m on the pill. And I had a health check after my last relationship. I’m good.”
Relieved about the pill, I promised, “I’m good too. We get checked at the club regularly.”
She bit her lip, looking a bit embarrassed. “You make me … I can’t … it’s like I have no control around you.” She glanced past my shoulder down the stairwell and then up it. “Do you think there are cameras in here?”
“No. There’s only one down at the entrance. We’re fine.” I studied her as I tucked myself back into my jeans. “Right?”
She pushed off the wall. “We will be. Once you make me come a few more times.” She grinned cockily and then bounced past me up the stairs. I chuckled, chasing after her, playfully smacking her tight rump.
She laughed, spinning around to face me. “You ruined my dress.”
I shrugged. “I was planning on ruining it from the moment I saw you in it.”
“Definitely no cameras?” Beth asked as she unlocked her flat door.
“None.”
Turning to me, she crossed her arms over the other as she pulled up the hem of her dress and yanked the flimsy piece of fabric expertly up and over her head. Standing in nothing but heels, her thong, and a strapless bra her perfect tits were practically spilling out of, she threw the dress at me.
“You can wash the damn thing.”
Then she turned and strolled into her flat.
Once I picked my jaw up off the ground, I hurried after her, my cock at full attention again. I dumped her dress in the living room before following her into the bedroom. Her bra was off, her tits bouncing as she yanked off her shoes. “Shower with me?”
I nodded, unable to speak because I wanted her so damn much.
She was already in the shower by the time I undressed, and as I got in, I took over cleaning her pussy. I pushed my fingers inside her and she moaned, leaning back against the tiled wall as I played with her. After she came, she lowered to her knees and took me into her mouth.
It was the first time she’d done this, and honestly, I was too tightly wound to last long. Watching my cock slide between her plump lips was too much. Those cat-shaped eyes staring up at me, her power and confidence in that moment so fucking sexy …
She sucked hard.
“I’m going to come,” I huffed, my chest heaving as I wrapped my hands in her hair and tried not to fuck her mouth, to let her stay in control.
But the sight of her sucking greedily on me was my undoing. I warned her I was coming, and she held on as I exploded into her mouth.
“Fuck!”
I slumped against the shower wall, my legs trembling. I watched through low-lidded eyes as Beth wiped her lips. Bloody hell.
She studied me like she wanted to eat me alive and quite frankly, I wanted her to. Coasting her soft hands up my thighs, she learned my body with her palms. She paused on the sharp V-cut at my hips, her fingers trailing over the grooves of my muscles. Then she pressed a kiss on the left. My cock twitched.
Seriously, bloody hell.
She kissed my right hip.
Then she dropped her head and kissed my cock.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
Beth slowly rose as she trailed her hands and mouth upward. I swear every inch of me was in heaven. She finally straightened to press her naked body to mine. She kissed me as I held her. Soft, sweet kisses interspersed with hungry licks of her tongue.
“I’ve never done that before,” she whispered. I barely heard her over the sound of the water running.
I tensed.
“Done what?”
Beth scratched her fingernails over my stubbled cheeks, not meeting my eyes now as she replied, “I’ve never taken a man in my mouth before.”
Surprise rooted me to the spot. Was she saying I was the first bloke she’d given a blow job?
“Why?” I asked gruffly.
Beth looked at me now. “I wanted to.”
My grip on her waist tightened. “But you’ve never wanted to before?”
She laughed softly, like she was embarrassed. “I never wanted to, no. I even told ex-boyfriends they didn’t have to go down on me if they didn’t want to.”
She’d never told me that. I’d gone down on her several times in the past week. Did that mean she was always planning to try this with me? “Did … did you like it?”
Please, please, say yes.
Beth held me in suspense for a few seconds and then she took my hand and pressed it between her thighs. My fingers touched wet heat. Drenched heat. I grunted.
“What do you think?”
“I think you liked it,” I replied hoarsely.
“D-did you like it?”
That she even asked … I kissed her hard, thoroughly, until she was panting for breath. And I did it fumbling to switch off the shower and guide Beth out. “I came in less than a minute, so what do you think?” I finally panted as we stumbled into the bathroom.
She bit her lip against a pleased smile.
Something big and scary swelled in my chest.
So instead of dealing with the emotion, I hauled her up into my arms and carried her into the bedroom. Uncaring of our wet bodies, I threw her on the bed, spread her legs, and buried my head between her pretty thighs.
I returned the favor until she was practically hoarse from crying through her orgasms.