Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
CALLUM
I opened my eyes to the creamy expanse of porcelain skin across my wife’s back. My hand slid possessively across her shapely hip, my mouth curving into a lazy smile.
Last night was a fucking shitshow, but it was also a fucking trip. I couldn’t believe the irony of warning Donovan all week about keeping his hands to himself, and then I went and beat the shit out of the sheriff’s son—a deputy, no less.
The memory of the weasel pawing my wife flashed behind my eyes. My smile faded, and my lip curled into a sneer as a burning heat swept through my insides.
When we got home the night before, we lay in bed and talked through her options. I knew she’d allowed Huntley’s son to get away with his bullshit because she didn’t want me to get into trouble with the law. As much as I tried to persuade her that it didn’t matter what happened to me, she insisted that she didn’t want to prosecute, Except it wasn’t over for me.
My wife was mine to look after, mine to touch, and mine to protect, and one day soon, I’d make it so that little fuckwad learned a lesson in respecting boundaries.
Maeve’s deep, rhythmic breaths began to even out, and I knew she was about to wake up.
Last night, after talking about what had happened, we’d fallen asleep together in my bed. My wife seemed nervous about being alone, and it felt natural for me to keep her close.
It was weird because I didn’t often sleep with women. I could fuck them until the cows came home, but sleeping always seemed scarily intimate. I never wanted to give the women I was with the wrong idea, so I usually maneuvered us into their beds, which meant I could leave with the excuse that I had an early start. The thought of having to endure the whole awkward morning-after conversation thing made me shudder, so it was better to duck out early.
Except I didn’t want to avoid that shit with Maeve. With her, I wanted a morning routine. I wanted lazy Sundays where we read the newspaper at the table and drank coffee. Then I wanted to take my time and fuck her slowly before showering together, then getting ready to go to Mam’s house for one of her Sunday roast beef dinners or a big plate of colcannon and homemade soda bread.
Maeve’s breasts rose slowly as she breathed deep, and my cock thickened at the mere thought of being inside my hot little wife.
I hadn’t abstained from sex this long, ever. Not since before I became sexually active, so just the idea of touching Maeve sent my brain—and my dick—completely doolally. Although I’d told Maeve to expect a night of no sleep, it didn’t seem right for our first time to be after that goon touched her. But it was okay; I could wait. I mean, God help me, I’d waited this long, and if my dick exploded from lack of use, I’d still have my fingers and my tongue.
I bit back a groan at the thought of fingering my wife while I ate her out. My cock was so hard it was painful. I pressed on it, willing it to deflate. If the Mrs. woke up and saw it, she’d think I was a fucking idiot.
As if on fucking cue, Maeve came to with a start, letting out a cute but noisy snort.
I choked back a laugh, murmuring, “Morning, wifey.”
There was a pause, and then she whispered, “Oh my God.”
My hand squeezed her hip reassuringly. “You okay?”
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” she breathed. “I just woke up next to Callum O’Shea.”
That time, I couldn’t hold back my mirth. I went up on one elbow and busted out laughing.
“Oh shit,” she cried. “Did I say that out loud? I was still half asleep.” She peered over her shoulder at me and quickly directed her gaze down, mumbling, “Of course you look like that first thing in the morning while I’ve probably got last night’s mascara smeared across my face. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I’m such an idiot.” Her eyes widened. “Oh my God, your chest is awesome, ” her eyebrows drew together, clearly puzzled, and she peered closer, “but where’s all your hair gone? I can see a little bit of stubble.”
I coughed out my laughter, making a loud choking sound.
“Oh Jesus, I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Still chuckling, I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes. “I shave my chest.”
Her nose scrunched up, and I wondered how anyone could be so damned cute. “Why?”
“Dunno,” I admitted. “A lotta men do, at least in all the guy’s fitness magazines and stuff. Donny and Tadhg shave theirs, too.”
“That’s a shame,” she murmured. “I like a nice hairy chest, though not where the hair grows all over the tummy part, except the happy trail bit. I don’t like it when it’s all tufty, either. Like you’ve got a patch over here and a patch over there.” Her eyes widened. “Yours isn’t tufty, is it?”
I snorted a laugh.
“Oh Jesus.” She blinked and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “I need to shut my mouth.”
Still chuckling, I leaned down and kissed the end of her nose. “It’s okay. I don’t have tummy hair, and I’m not tufty; well, not that I’ve noticed. I’ll grow my hair in for you if ya want me to, and you can decide if I fit your ideal chest aesthetic. Shaving it all the time’s a drag, anyway, and I don’t like the way it feels after a couple of days; it’s all scratchy.” I took her hand and ran it over my pecs. “Feel that?”
Maeve’s eyes turned to liquid. “Mmm.” Her palms left my skin, leaving her fingertips trailing over me instead. “It is scratchy, but it feels nice.”
My cock thickened. “Yeah, baby. That feels fuckin’ nice.” I dipped my chin to touch my mouth to hers.
She sighed and mewled quietly as my lips traveled across her cheek to her ear, and I murmured, “Let’s try this again. Morning, wifey.”
Her eyes met mine, and she smiled shyly. “Morning, husband.”
I reached for her at the same time as she reached for me. We came together as if there was an invisible force between us, and we had no choice but to touch. Maeve and I had been dancing around each other for weeks, and finally, our bodies connected like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Shifting her onto her back, my hand sifted through her beautiful hair, and I marveled at its softness and how fresh and glossy it felt between my fingers.
“Hmm,” she murmured again, and my dick jerked at how sexy she sounded.
Our eyes locked, and I watched her cosmic-blue irises liquify with the same pent-up desire that had been driving me crazy for weeks. “I’m fucking gone for you,” I croaked, my heart filling with emotion for my quirky girl.
Maeve’s fingers came to my face, and something behind her eyes shifted. It was like she could see deep inside my soul and the man I wanted to be for her. “I never thought...” she began.
I pecked the end of her freckled nose. “What?”
“I never knew it could be like this,” she whispered.
A ball of emotion heated the back of my throat. “Same, baby. This is new for me, too.”
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. “I’ve never been happier and more terrified at the same time.”
Gently, I pulled her lip free, bent my neck, and kissed it, sucking the bite mark to soothe away the sting. I never wanted my girl to hurt, never wanted her to feel pain, and she never would when she was with me.
Languidly, I stretched out on top of Maeve’s sexy, sweet body until I covered every inch of it with mine. She felt warm and soft, like every dip and curve was made for me. I caught her mouth again, but that time, instead of pulling back, I deepened the kiss, pressing my tongue against hers.
She tasted like fresh flowers, clean and subtle. Our lips moved together, perfectly synchronized, with every heartbeat and every thrum of our pulses. We were perfectly attuned, and in that moment, all my doubts melted away.
I knew Maeve was mine. Maybe I always had deep down, or why else would I be so against getting to know her? It was just like the saying went: he doth protest too much.
I released her mouth to trail soft kisses across her face and down her throat. “I want you.”
“I want you, too,” she said on an exhale.
I sucked gently on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “Now? Or do we wait?”
She moaned softly. “What do you suggest we wait for? It’s not like you have to make an honest woman out of me?”
I grinned against her throat. “This is serious business, wife. Stop making me laugh.” My hands slid up to catch hers and pin them to the mattress above her head before grinding our hips together and dipping my face to hers. “Forget I said that. Never stop making me laugh. It’s what makes us like this.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered, her breath stuttering as she took a deep breath and puffed it out. “That feels awesome.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I muttered, pulling the low, lace edge of her pajama top aside with my teeth so I could get to her beautiful breasts. With a low growl, I sucked one nipple into my mouth, lashing my tongue against it until Maeve’s back bowed from the bed. I pulled back and nuzzled between them. “Love these tits. Haven’t gotten the vision of ‘em out of my head since I walked in on you naked.”
One hand went to my nape, the other to curl into the hair at the back of my head so Maeve could hold me to her other breast. She lowered her eyes to meet mine. “I want to touch you, too.”
I nipped the underside of her breast, licking it afterward to take away the sting. Then I brought one of her hands down to my ass. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
Her fingers dipped under my waistband and pulled my shorts down before trailing down my iron-hard cock. Her touch was light as a feather, but it was still the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, so much so that a familiar tingle began in my lower back, and my balls pulled up slightly.
Fucking shit, if I wasn’t careful, I’d shoot my load all over my wife.
“Baby,” I rasped, moaning as Maeve’s hand began to stroke my cock up and down. “Not gonna last. You gotta stop.”
“Do you really want me to stop?” Maeve whispered.
“Wanna fuck you,” I somehow grated out.
“You can later, but we have to get up for work,” she reminded me. “Now, do you really want me to stop touching you?”
“No,” I said, my tone strangled, longing to be inside her but also enjoying what she was doing to me far too much to bring it to an end.
I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw, trying to calm my shit down, but my wife’s grip was fucking perfect. She was giving me the Goldilocks of hand jobs, everything felt just right—hand placement, grip, speed, and God help me, I couldn’t hold back for another second. Fuck, I hadn’t wanted to come this quickly since I was a thirteen-year-old boy reading his first dirty magazine, but it had been so long, and Maeve’s touch felt so damned good.
My cute, sexy little wife drove me insane.
Her fingers tightened, and she twisted her hand a little as she stroked upward. “You’ve got a beautiful cock,” she whispered shyly.
Opening my eyes, I was met head-on with Maeve’s breasts, exposed and bouncing perfectly in my face. Her beautiful, rosy-pink nipples had darkened slightly. She sighed audibly, and I watched them heave up, then down.
The sight made my balls tighten. That was it; I couldn’t take it anymore. Mae’s hand, her voice, her breasts, her touch. Everything just aligned. “Fuck!” I groaned, and my hips shot up as my cock erupted like Mount fucking Vesuvius.
I was catapulted into the stratosphere, so when in the distance a door banged, and a familiar voice called, “Son. Maeve,” it didn’t register at all.
Maeve shifted, her fingers faltering, but I was in full flow. Nothing was gonna stop the cum blasting out of my dick, not even my goddamned mother.
“Callum O’Shea,” Ma yelled. “Where the feck are ya?”
“Jesus Christ,” I croaked, reaching down to grab my dick to carry on the job.
“Oh my God,” Maeve cried out, her tone filling with panic. “I didn’t know she had a key.”
“Callum!” Ma bellowed. “Is that you in bed still? Get up, you lazy little bastard.”
I moaned, gripping my dick hard, my balls still pulsing.
“Get under the sheets,” Maeve hissed, tugging me down until my face hit the mattress. “Callum!”
“Jesus fuck,” I rasped, my heart racing with the force of my orgasm. “Jesus Christ.”
“Son!” Ma bellowed, her voice sounding dangerously close.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” Maeve chanted quietly. “Pretend we’re asleep.”
Finally, I milked the last of the cum from my cock just as the door handle rattled loudly. Heart still pounding, I cracked one eye open. “Fuck my life,” I muttered, finally starting to come back down to Earth. “Ma!” I shouted. “I’m in bed. Don’t you dare come in.”
The rattling stopped, and I heard Ma murmur, “Oh. Do you know what time it is? Where’s Maeve? Donovan said some fecking little scrag pervert grabbed her last night. My poor girl. Do you think I need to make an appointment with a counselor for her? I was going to take her to the coffee shop, but she’s already gone out. Even her bed’s made.”
“She’s in here with me,” I yelled.
“Callum!” Maeve cried, slapping my cum covered stomach. “Oh my God. What’s she going to think?”
I looked down at the twenty-three liters of cum covering my gut and grinned.
Mam’s tone was filled with joy when, after a pause, she called back, “She is?”
“It’s alright, Mae,” I said, head still floating in the clouds after the best orgasm of my fucking life. “We’re married, aren’t we? It’s not like she’ll think you’re a slapper.”
“Are you okay, Maeve, love?” Ma cooed through the door. “It must’ve been a shock, you poor thing. I hope Callum knocked that little bastard’s block off. Donovan said Sophie got the little fecker in the goolies. Good enough for him, too. I’d have launched the little bastard through the nearest window.”
I sighed, opened my eyes, and rolled to my back, tagging Maeve and pulling her down with me until her face was smushed into my shoulder. “I know this is weird, baby,” I murmured. “But she won’t go until she sees for herself that you’re okay.”
Ma’s voice, all sweetness and light, knowing Maeve was with me, carried through the door. “I’ve brought some breakfast for us all. I thought you’d need feeding after you had such an awful night, and I know how busy you’re gonna be down in the bar. It’ll set you up for the day. Donovan’s coming up to get some scran, too.”
I let out a long groan and yelled, “We’ll be out in a minute, Ma.”
Maeve made a strangled noise in the back of her throat.
“That’s grand,” Mam exclaimed. “I’ll go make a cuppa for us all.”
Footsteps clipped down the hallway, fading as Maeve tipped her head back and looked up at me. “What the hell just happened?”
I leaned down and kissed my baby’s forehead. “Welcome to my fucking world. Imagine being a twelve-year-old boy and trying to wank off to pictures of Jenna Jameson? It was fuckin’ impossible. I walked around with balls the size of grapefruits for five years.”
My wife busted out laughing.
I took in her face, all lit up, along with the fading flush across her neck. “I’m sorry we got interrupted before I could... you know, return the favor.”
Her smile faded, her eyes softening, “We’ve got plenty of time. I’ve waited twenty-eight years. I can wait a little—” Her voice cut off as she realized what she’d just let slip. She went up on an elbow, her eyes going huge, and she cried out, “Oh my God. Why do I keep opening my mouth?”
My body locked, and my breath stuttered. “You’re a virgin?”
She covered her face with her hands and mumbled through her fingers, “Umm. Maybe? I don’t know. Kind of... I guess?”
I began to laugh. “It’s kind of a yes or no deal, baby.”
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “This is so embarrassing.”
By then, my shoulders were shaking with laughter. “What the fuck are you goin’ on about? You gotta tell me now.”
“I can’t,” she exclaimed. “You’ll think I’m a nut.”
I barked out another laugh. “That ship sailed weeks ago, Mae Mae.”
Her fingers slid down to her cheeks. “Okay. So I’ve never been with a man.”
My mind ran riot. “You’ve had sex with a woman?”
Her eyes rounded comically. “No! I haven’t been with a human, any human.”
My forehead scrunched together. “Huh?”
She bit her lip nervously and whispered, “I’ve been with a vibrator.”
Somehow, against all odds, even after the volcano of cum I’d just spurted out, my cock stirred again, and I smiled like the cat that got the goddamned cream. “Riiiight.”
“It’s just that I got to the ripe old age of twenty-six, and I never met anyone I wanted to do it with,” she blurted out. “And Em... you know my best friend, right? Well, she got me a rabbit thingy for my birthday, just as a joke I think more than anything. And anyway, I thought... No , I wondered what all the fuss was about, so I kind of took my own virginity.” She covered her face with her hands again and I heard a muffled, “Oh my God. I’m such an idiot. ”
I rolled my lips together, trying not to laugh.
Honestly, popping my wife’s cherry would’ve been hot but also a big responsibility, so the vibrator thing didn’t bother me. I mean, I was as far from a virgin as a man could get, so I had no reasonable argument. And at least Maeve had never had another man’s cock inside her. I’d still be her first in all the ways that mattered, plus a rampant rabbit couldn’t eat her out the way I intended to or do any of the other dirty things I wanted to shock her with.
This was good.
“You still got that rabbit?” I asked, my tone low.
She dropped her hands and nodded, her cheeks scarlet, and blurted out, “It’s a marvelous stress reliever.”
Lowering my head, I took her mouth in a soft kiss. “I’ll show you stress relief, wife. One day soon, you’re gonna lay back on this bed, spread those thighs, and show me exactly how you fuck your sweet little cunt with that rabbit, but not before I fuck you with my tongue, then my cock, and teach you all the things a battery-operated dick can’t.”
Maeve’s eyes dropped to half-mast, and she breathed, “Sweet Jesus.”
My eyes fell on her boobs underneath her lacy little pajama top. Her nipples were hardened peaks sitting on top of her flesh like cherries on a sundae. I’d never been a boob man, but I was becoming obsessed with my wife’s titties. They were incredible; the prettiest breasts I’d ever seen. Every time they moved or jiggled, I found my eyes would fixate on them, and my cock would tighten in my jeans. I had no control over myself when it came to Maeve O’Shea.
She drove me fucking crazy.
Jesus fuck, I needed to pull myself away from her and haul ass, or else my mam would come in and drag me out faster than my wife had made me come minutes before.
“We gotta get up.” I threw back the sheets and was immediately confronted with a sticky cum-covered stomach and bed sheets. “Shit,” I muttered.
“Should I get you some Kleenex?” Maeve asked.
“Think I’m past the point of Kleenex, baby,” I muttered, studying the mess I’d made of myself. “Need a fucking shower for all that shit.”
Giggling, Maeve threw her legs over the side of the bed, and with her titties jiggling, she made her way to my bathroom, throwing over her shoulder, “I need a shower, too.”
I surveyed the mess again.
“Wanna go in together?” she asked.
My cock immediately thickened again, and I groaned. “Are you trying to fucking kill me, woman?”
Maeve appeared with a fresh towel and pink cheeks. “Not for that, silly. I’m surprised you could lift your penis again after what just happened. I meant to save some time.”
“If you think for one second I could see you naked and let you leave this bedroom, you’re mad,” I told her huskily, reaching up to take the towel. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mae. Your body, your eyes, your everything. I’m so wrapped up in you I can’t think straight.”
“Callum...” Her voice trailed off as if she was at a loss for words, and her eyes hit mine, gleaming with emotion.
And there it was, that look was the money shot, and it would be burned into my soul forever.
It was everything Maeve was. Soft, sweet, open, and honest. She didn’t hide a thing, didn’t play games, and wore her heart on her sleeve for all to see. My wife was full of awe and wonder. She didn’t care about being cool or sexy. She just wanted to make everybody around her feel good.
I was gone for this girl.
Hook line, and damned sinker.