Chapter 41 Beth #2
I turned to him in question, and his answer was to draw me into him. His embrace was tight, desperate, as he buried his face in my neck and shuddered.
Tears spilled down my cheeks as I returned his hold, my fingers curling into the muscle of his strong back.
I pulled away to kiss him. His lips were gentle, teasing, searching. It wasn’t a kiss for the sake of leading to sex. It was loving and tender. It was the most intimate kiss we’d ever shared. My tears this time were of relief and gratitude.
Because I knew …
I’d found him.
The person I’d been searching for, for as long as I could remember.
“Don’t cry, princess,” he whispered, attempting to catch the tears on his lips. “It kills me.”
“They’re good tears,” I promised. “Happy tears.”
That seemed to appease him, and his lips brushed over mine. He tasted salty now. I deepened the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and drawing up on my tiptoes.
Callan broke away. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. That’s not what I came here for. I need you to know that.”
“I do.” I clasped his face in my palms, his stubble scratching against my skin.
His words ironically only turned me on more.
“But I want to. I’ve missed you. I want your mouth on me everywhere.
I want to feel your stubble against my thighs.
” I gasped the last part, very much aroused at the thought. “I want you to be mine. Really mine.”
Heat brightened his eyes, his jaw clenching.
Then I felt him hard against my stomach.
I wanted him all over me. I wanted his scent, his hardness, his mouth, his heat, his cum … I wanted to be covered in every inch of him. It was like a mad haze that took control of me. I tugged at his shirt, but Callan curled his hands around my wrists to stop me.
At my questioning gaze, he walked me back until my arse hit my dining table. “Sit.”
Oh.
Wet slicked between my thighs as I hopped up onto it.
Callan held my gaze as he slowly drew up my dress. I lifted my left hip, then my right so he could raise it up my torso and over my head. I laughed a little when his gaze zeroed in on the adhesive cups that covered my nipples. His lips quirked up at the sound as I peeled off the pads.
Callan brushed his thumbs over my nipples. “Do those hurt?”
“Nope. But silk and hard nipples are a match made in heaven. I didn’t want my nips showing tonight.”
He glowered.
I shoved him gently, knowing where his mind had gone. “A man’s touch isn’t the only thing that makes my nipples hard, Captain. Air conditioning, a cool breeze … my nips are kind of happy to say hello under any of those circumstances.”
Seeming to bite back a smile, he brushed his mouth over me as he cupped my breasts and squeezed. “Not any man’s touch, though.”
“No.” I reached for his trousers. “Not just any man’s. Only yours, in fact.”
Possessiveness hardened his expression, but he stepped out of my reach. “Hands on the table.”
I shivered at the command but did as I was told.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
If he’d said that to me at any other moment, I’d want to smack him. In this moment, my body visibly reacted. My nipples peaked and my lower stomach muscles trembled.
Callan smirked.
“Cocky bastard,” I huffed.
His answer was to grin harder and tear my knickers down my legs. He threw them over his shoulder, gripped my thighs in his strong hands, and spread me.
“Oh!”
“Lie back.”
I did.
It wasn’t the most comfortable position I’d ever been in, but none of that mattered at the first swipe of his tongue between my legs.
I cried out, lifting my head to watch him. His eyes were on me as he ate at me.
“Oh my …” I arched into his tongue and then scrambled onto my elbows because I wanted to watch.
“Callan,” I panted as he licked and sucked and tormented my body. When he drew my clit between his teeth, I thought my heart might explode.
I came, my back bowing as the orgasm rushed through me.
But he didn’t stop.
He lapped, devouring my climax, teasing me into another. His fingers thrust between my legs as he sucked at my swollen clit until I was nothing but the pleasure building inside.
“Callan, Callan, I can’t!” I’d collapsed on the table, my gaze on the ceiling as my second orgasm crashed over my body, proving me a liar.
Because apparently, I could.
And hard.
I was still shuddering through it, dazed and hot and sweaty, when I found myself manhandled onto my feet. “Callan?”
“I want to make love to you,” he forced out between gritted teeth, “but I really want to fuck you hard first.”
“That one,” I agreed breathlessly. “We could do the other la—” I cut off on a gasp as he spun me, bending me over the table. Excitement shivered down my spine.
“Spread.”
I did, the cool air between my legs and the wooden table scraping against my nipples as I lay on my stomach. I glanced over my shoulder at him as he fumbled frantically with his zipper.
Callan didn’t even undress fully. He’d barely released his cock from his boxer briefs when he thrust inside me. I cried out, pushing onto my elbows for better balance as he gripped my hips in his hands.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, pausing for a second as he coasted his palms over my arse. “You’re so perfect. You feel so perfect. Hot and tight and mine.”
I shuddered again as he drove into me.
It was as promised. Hard and fast and furious and so glorious, I’d remember it for the rest of my life. It was how desperate he was, how much he needed me. It made me feel powerful.
The fact that he kept hitting my G-spot at this angle was also pretty phenomenal.
With every fierce thrust of his hips, the table moved, scraping against the floor. I was crying so loudly with each drive into me, I was pretty sure my neighbor downstairs would hear us.
“Fuck, fuck,” Callan huffed breathlessly. “Beth. Fuck, Beth.” His grip on my hips was bruising now. “Come around me, princess. Come on my cock. Hard.”
His words sent me over the edge. I screamed hoarsely as my inner muscles clamped down on him, throbbing in release and drawing him deeper, tighter into me.
“Beth!” he bellowed as his hips slammed against me one last time. I felt him unleash, his cock pulsing inside my tight, shuddering heat.
My arms gave out and I flattened against the tabletop.
I felt his soft lips on my back, his breath panting against my skin as he kissed me through the aftershocks of our climax. He brushed my braid off my back to kiss farther up my spine, his hands coasting over my hips and lower back before moving down over my ass.
His thumb slid down the crease and I let out a little moan of surprise as he prodded into me where no one ever had.
I felt his cock twitch inside me.
He pressed his thumb in a little more.
“Callan?” I shivered, glancing over my shoulder at him.
His expression was dark with hunger, despite his recent orgasm. “Have you ever taken a man here?”
I shook my head and bit my lip against another moan as he gently pushed his thumb in. It burned, but it wasn’t wholly unpleasant. Not with him growing hard inside me. With him here, too, filling me up everywhere, it was overwhelming.
Exciting.
“Are you mine?” he asked huskily, but there was emotion in the question, not just sex.
“Yes,” I answered honestly.
“Good.” He leaned over, and I gasped at the sensation of him sliding deeper into me at the same time he pushed two fingers into my ass.
Gentle. Prodding. Not in too far. Merely a teaser.
“I want all of you to be mine. Every fucking inch of you, Beth, inside and out. Until we don’t even know where I begin and you end. ”
“Yes.” I nodded, wanting that too.
He withdrew against me and then slid his cock back in, all the while his fingers were creating a stretching burn in my ass. “Callan!”
“We need to build you up to my cock,” he said gruffly. “But one day you’ll take me in your arse, and then I’ll own every inch of you.” He withdrew from me abruptly and then gently lifted me off the table. I practically melted as he swooped me up into his arms. “Just as you own every inch of me.”
Joy suffused me as I took his mouth. He kissed me all the while carrying me into the bedroom. Didn’t bump into a single piece of furniture. Showoff. I said as much, making him laugh. Then he did his signature move and threw me on the bed.
But this time when he came over me, his touch was more tender than ever.
He caressed me everywhere as I reciprocated the exploration.
It was a long time of kisses and licks and petting before he moved inside me again.
When I eventually came around his cock, it was from the kind of lovemaking that brought tears to my eyes.
Yet unlike last time, Callan kissed the tears away. Then he guided me to the bathroom to clean us up and after, he led me by the hand back to my bed.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
At some point during the night, he woke. I sensed his rawness, his desperation even as he drew me out of sleep to make love to me again. I gave him that because I perceived he needed it. We both needed it.
It would take a while for the magnitude of our feelings to settle.
Until then, we were a raw, open nerve.
But it was worth it to love him this much. Even if neither of us was quite ready to say the words out loud.