17. Liv
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
LIV
T he food is delicious, in a casual, relaxed atmosphere, and the company, pretty nice, too.
Caden is twenty-three. I wouldn’t have guessed, because of the way he dresses, and speaks and just looks . He finished his law degree at Harvard last year and returned here to pass the bar in Anderia, only to be swooped up by the best firm in the country. Oh, also his dad’s the king’s actual big brother, which makes him fourth in line for the throne: there are the three royal siblings, followed by him, as his father abdicated. Sebastian’s fifth.
When I stare at them openmouthed as Caden explains he might one day rule over us all—it would only take a few accidents after all—Callum laughs, and assures me that as their maternal cousin, he’s only twenty-third.
Less is higher.
It’s wild that I’m sitting there with people like them. Hell, I even fucked two of them.
But like Grace and her friends did, the guys let me in, completely unbothered by the fact that I’m not part of the glittering elite.
I relax. I let Callum kiss me and touch my arm and act like it’s completely normal, refusing to freak out about it. So, what, he’s touchy. He was touchy with Camilla too.
After dinner, I let him take me back to my dorm room, and there I let him kiss me on my bed forever, like we have all the time in the world, devouring me slowly, hungrily. But I’m the one who needs more, so I straddle him, and proceed to remove the annoying little buttons of his eggshell white shirt.
I want to see him this time.
When I’ve succeeded, I’m rewarded by the sight of hard pecs, abs, a slender, narrow waist, and that hardness poking at me in his pants.
“Like what you see?” the smug prick asks, fully aware that anyone would.
“I’m not sure. I’ll need to see a little more.” I hop off his lap to peel his pants down his legs, taking his boxers with them, until I’m on my knees in front of him, his pants around his ankles.
It should feel like a vulnerable position, me at his feet while his huge cock points straight at me, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt more powerful.
My lips part to take in the tip, and I run my tongue around it, taking my time.
It’s not the first time his cock is in my mouth, but this time he isn’t ramming it down my throat until I beg, sob and choke over it.
This time, I’m in charge.
I might not have tons of experience at this, but I’ve watched porn, which gives me a place to start.
My hand moves to his balls, as I lick from the base of his cock to the tip, and back again, my hand twisting around the shaft.
He sucks in a breath, his legs tensing, and a chuckle escapes me.
This is a hell of a lot of fun.
I play. I toy with the sensitive eight-inch pole in my care, licking and sucking and blowing, and wanking, relishing all his grunts and moans. Payback’s a bitch, darling. Deep down, I know it’s only a matter of time before he snaps and takes control. Callum isn’t the kind of guy who just lets people manipulate him. So I’m not surprised when he fists a handful of my hair and tugs it back, forcing me to look straight into his gorgeous eyes.
I grin.
“You like that, huh? Being a fucking tease.”
I love it.
“Your throat or your ass?”
My pussy clenches with need, liking neither option.
“Am I coming at the back of your throat or inside your asshole, doll?”
I lick my lips. He went deep in my mouth before and I remember the feeling—it wasn’t pleasant. I could have choked. But my ass? I’ve never had anything in there. The prospect is daunting.
And maybe, just maybe, also a little…intriguing?
“Should I make the decision, darling?”
“Ass. My ass, please.”
He lifts an eyebrow, as though I’ve surprised him. “Ass it is.”
Without another word, he stands and kicks his shoes off, along with his pants. Callum grabs me by the waist, throwing me over bed and roughly lowering my jeans.
It’s my turn to be the mostly undressed one.
I twist to look over my shoulder, watching him take my place on the floor, parting my butt cheeks. I tense, but when he brings his face to me, it’s to lick the folds of my pussy with his clever, clever tongue.
I whimper, hips grinding over him. Fingers join his lovely tongue, and I almost don’t notice that one slides around my tighter hole.
It feels…nice. Lovely, in fact.
“Like that, do you? I figured you might, darling. At first glance, I just knew you’d be the kind of person who would love a cock in each hole. And you will, won’t you, love?” While his thumb rubs my clit, his index curves in my cunt, his middle finger slides in my butt. “That’s it. Relax. Trust me, you can take it. You’re gonna take quite a few inches in there in a minute. And you’ll like it.”
The finger slides in easily, and I can’t deny the sensation’s intriguing.
His index leaves my pussy to leave room for his tongue again, and the free finger now joins his index in my butthole. One finger goes in as the other goes out, and again, and again, both of them curving inside, pushing the tight walls. By the time his thumb joins the two, I’m bucking against him, back arched.
His tongue’s relentless against my clit, my folds, my inner lips. It’s just too much.
“Christ, I think you could take a full fist,” Callum grunts against me before straightening up, fingers still stretching, teasing. “Another time. Do you have lube, love?”
With frenzy, I open my bedside table, rummaging through it to find the small bottle of lube I use with my vibrator. I hand it to him with trembling fingers.
A disgusting wet noise fills the air, and moments later, there’s a cold, wet hardness pushing against my ass.
I push back, needy, greedy.
“That’s it, love. Open for me. You were made to take it.”
He enters me slowly, but his cock is so slick with lube once it’s past the muscles, it slides in to the hilt, like I’ve taken a hundred hard dicks deep in my ass before.
Oh, god. I’ve never felt so full . His cock’s rearranging all my guts, and I can’t even breathe, let alone think.
Then he draws back.
I scream as he plunges back in. Holy fucking hell, this is good .
“That’s it, my beautiful doll,” he praises me, his hand sliding at my front as he circles my clit with his hand.
His other hand reaches for my throat and lifts my upper body up, so that I’m flush against his chest as he drives in and out of me.
“I’m not gonna last, Liv. Can you come like this? I can’t come without you.”
That admission does things to me, and like my body was waiting for it, all of my nerve ends come alive, propelling me to the edge.
“Yes! Yes. I’m gonna come,” I wail.
His movements grow frantic, unfinished half thrusts, fingers rubbing too hard, too fast. Exactly how I need them to. I tighten around his shaft, my pussy weeping along with me; I’m dripping all over him, and then I lose it, falling limply in his arms.
Callum thrusts and thrusts again, before warmth floods inside me as he grunts.
I don’t understand how it’s possible, but every single time he fucks me, it’s better. More powerful.
Callum Noble is breaking me, little by little. I don’t think there will be much left when he’s done with me. But I can’t control the fall.