Chapter 49
ALIA
Idon’t swear. It’s not a habit I ever picked up.
But I know my words have hit their mark when color rushes up Cal’s skin, spreading across his muscular chest. His eyes widen in surprise before darkening imperceptibly, devouring my naked body with unabashed desire.
It takes everything in my arsenal of confidence to keep my hands over my head instead of covering myself up. I’m done hiding from him.
A few hours ago, I rushed to Cal’s house without a plan. The Ironhearts had lost an important game, we’d not spoken in nearly a week, and everything felt like it was doomsday.
Then, I saw the surprise etched across his face upon finding me at his doorstep. The flowers he held like a shield that he dropped within seconds to hold me instead.
Now, seeing the undeniable reverence in his gaze, I know I’m right where I belong. No one will cherish me as Cal does.
Instead of coming closer, he steps away, leisurely removing his wristwatch. The entire time, he looks his fill, studying me like he’s trying to figure out where to begin.
I grip the sheets, shifting restlessly, needing his touch.
“There’s a reason I haven’t brought you into my bedroom after we agreed to get together,” he casually states, flicking the button of his shorts open. The view of his dark boxers makes me gulp in anticipation.
“Why is that?” I ask, beyond turned on. Unconsciously, I rub my thighs together, the ache between them pulsing harder and stronger despite my previous orgasm.
“Because I knew once I saw you in my bed, I wouldn’t be able to go slow.”
His baritone slides over my skin like a warm blanket. I moan, too needy to feel any shame about my eagerness. “Then take your clothes off and come here.”
Cal drops his shorts, hooking a thumb into the waistband of his boxers.
“Want me to continue?” he asks, his voice laced with desire. Stripping for me apparently affects him as much as it does me. For that reason alone, I nod.
Nothing prepares me for what comes next. My jaw unhinges, eyes widening when his thick cock springs up.
“Wh… what’s that!” I stammer, all shyness lost to shock.
Confusion twists his face as Cal drops his gaze down to his crotch before glancing at me.
“Baby, I don’t know what to tell you—”
“You promised me a teeny weenie!” I point accusingly in his direction. “That is not teeny.”
Cal slaps a hand over his face, hiding his reaction. I peer harder when I notice his shoulders trembling.
“Are you laughing at me?” I demand, aghast at his audacity. “I wasn’t making a joke.”
He bursts into a guffaw, a rich sound drawn straight from his belly. “You’re funnier than you think.”
When he looks at me like this, with fondness and lust mingling together, his tone hiding none of his affection, my heart thunders like a racehorse barreling toward victory.
“You’re so fucking adorable, Tots, it kills me,” he grins, stalking towards me with the purpose of a hungry bear coming out of hibernation. “And, to be fair, I promised you an average weenie.”
His knees hit the bed and, before I can scramble away, Cal pins me under him, his arms bracketing me on either side. The velvet heat of his cock rests low on my belly, pulsing against my skin. I twist half-heartedly, my breath hitching when his weight bears down on me.
“Cal?”
“Yeah, Tots?”
“I like your average weenie,” I whisper teasingly.
He shakes his head in an amused reprimand. “Stop calling my dick a weenie.”
“How likely are you to wear a weenie sweater if I crochet one for you?” I ask, scrambling to keep it light before I get overwhelmed.
“Baby, if you don’t shut up now, I’ll be stuffing your mouth with my weenie instead.”
The flash of interest in my eyes must not have been hidden, because all traces of humor leave his face. His lips tip up in a sexy smirk that promises a world of sinful pleasure. He leans over me, nuzzling my cheek delicately while tracing my bottom lip with the pad of one thumb.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d take my cock in this sweet mouth if I asked, letting me paint the back of your throat like I’ve imagined.”
Oh my god. I can’t breathe.
“You imagined it? Me. . . uh. . .” My voice is smoky and rough, my mind unable to pick what to concentrate on: his words, his face, or his hand cupping the column of my neck with an authority that makes me pant.
“Are you asking me if I’ve pictured you on your knees, sucking me off?”
I swallow audibly as his tongue outlines the outer ridges of my ear, his breath warm and hot against my skin.
“Alia,” he gruffs, dragging an open palm down the center of my body in a deceptively lazy caress that sears me. “In my mind, I’ve had you on your back, stomach, and knees; fucked you in a dozen different positions which left you full of me. Dripping, satisfied. Mine.”
I whimper. Despite warning me that he likes to talk in bed, I’m not prepared for the mouth on him.
This is the same man who once used overwatering plants as a metaphor for taking advice.
And now he’s whispering the filthiest things, using his deep, relentless voice to bring me to the edge over and over again.
My chest rises and falls harder as breathing becomes onerous.
“But none,” he rumbles, bending to kiss me on my breastbone, making my nipples peak in response. “None of my extremely explicit imaginations have ever come close to the perfection I see in front of me.”
His lips wrap around the tip of my breast as he draws it in a wet suckle. Sparks shoot across my entire body, molten heat pooling right where I’m drenched for him. My legs part automatically, his stiff length settling right against my core as my hips jerk upward, straining to get closer.
“Such a needy little pussy,” he taunts, grazing my nipple with his teeth and smacking the side of my breast with one hand, making it jiggle. “Are you trying to steal another orgasm, baby?”
The answering tilt of my pelvis makes him chuckle, a dark, sensual sound that sets me aflame.
“Please, Cal. I don’t want to wait anymore,” I beg.
“Want me to use a condom?”
“Yes.”
Instead of disappointment, Cal tips his chin in approval.
The loss of his weight on me is excruciating as he rolls off, rummaging through his nightstand for what he seeks. Moments later, he runs the covered head of his cock up and down my slit, lubing himself with my arousal. When he notches it against my entrance, my eyes flutter shut automatically.
“Tots.” His nose nudges mine, our gazes locking together. The intimacy that crackles between us is surreal. “Stay with me. Let me see you, okay?”
My breath locks in my lungs in anticipation when he inches his head in. I wince slightly at the stretch as my body struggles to accommodate him. His jaw is tight, the tendons in his neck straining as he slows down.
“Breathe for me, baby,” he whispers, holding himself still ’til he sees the rise and fall of my chest.
“You’re taking me so well,” he praises, his lips brushing the sweetest kisses between my brows until I relax. “Just like I knew you would.”
His palm slips under my ass, angling me as he pulses into me again. With gentle, purposeful strokes, he notches into me until there is nowhere left to go.
Cal pulls back but before I can protest the loss, he slides home in a smooth move that makes me cry out loud. Time and again, he possesses me, hitting a spot inside that has me curling my toes. My moans meet his grunts, the sounds of garbled whimpers and needy sobs coating our sweat-slicked skin.
“Fuuuuck, your cunt is as perfect as you are. Warm and tight. Tell me you like what I’m doing to you.”
“Y-yes,” I cry, my back arching when his fingers play with my clit.
The cord of pleasure winds tighter within me, driving me to the brink.
Tears mark a messy trail down the sides of my face while I hold onto him, my breasts crushed against his chest. Eager palms chart the landscape of his firm body, all the way down his spine to the taut curvature of his butt.
His hiss shocks me into realizing that I’m clawing at him like an animal, my nails digging into hard muscle.
“That’s it, baby. Mark me as yours,” he grunts, pistoning into me fast and sure. “Squeeze that tight pussy around my cock and take what I’m giving you.”
I’m on the verge of exploding, reduced to babbling Cal’s name in breathy, tormented chants, when his palm rests low on my abdomen.
He presses down just as he thrusts in and the fraying thread of reserve holding back my orgasm snaps.
I surrender to the wave of pleasure drowning me, my body twisting from the fierceness of my release.
Cal pounds into me like a man possessed, filling me to the hilt, shuddering as he reaches completion.
With his palm reverently framing my face, his lips stealing my breath and his eyes reflecting everything I feel, he makes me his.