Chapter 17
KYRA
Cal’s jaw hits the ground. If we were in a cartoon, his jaw and tongue would be rolling across the floor, and my cheeks would pinken at my own words.
Where did this boldness come from?
We have hardly spent any time together, but every single time we are, I feel like not only am I in complete control, but that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. He also makes sure I am just as satisfied as he is. That is not something Mike would have ever done.
Nope, we are not thinking about him while we have this fine specimen of a man standing half naked in front of me.
He starts to move towards me again, but I place a hand on his chest to stop him.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I lean back on my elbows and just enjoy the view.
I can feel myself start to leak, but I want to just soak in every ounce of this man in front of me.
I know I need to cut this off before anyone gets feelings, but I want to drool for a bit.
“I can’t very well worship you if I can’t touch you.” His eyes heat with lust, and they trail slowly over every single inch of my flesh that is on show. “You know, I am starting to smell your arousal permeating the air beautifully. Let me help you with that.”
“I want to memorize every line of this chiseled body.” Slowly, I bring my finger up to my mouth and suck gently. A sound almost like a growl rumbles in his chest.
“Fuck this.” He springs on the attack and pins me to the bed. His hips are pushed in between my legs while he crashes his lips to my own. The kiss is hard and desperate. A quick, sharp pain shoots across my bottom lip just moments before I taste the coppery tang that is blood coating our tongues.
The roughness of his fingertips plucks at the peaked buds of my nipples.
All of the sensations send shivers down my whole body.
Breaking the kiss with my lips, he kisses down my neck, to my collarbone, where he nibbles gently.
Hard enough that there will probably be light pink marks when we are done, but not enough to leave bruises.
He takes his time loving on each breast. When his mouth is busy with one nipple, his hand alternates between massaging and rubbing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I am lost in a haze of lust and sensation.
“Oh, fuck.” I cry out, and I can feel a smile cross his face while he laps at my nipple with his tongue.
The hand that was playing with the opposite breast slowly trails down my body, stopping for just a moment at my stomach, and I cringe internally. Callum lifts his head off my boob for a moment.
“I never want you to feel ashamed of your softness. I love every single inch of this body, and I never want you to second-guess that I do. Just the thought of your flesh under my fingers makes me hard.” His gaze meets mine with no lies spotted.
Those bright blue orbs continue to bore into my green ones from between my thighs, while his fingers find my clit, and I let out a small gasp.
“Are you going to acknowledge me, Sunflower?” I can feel every single word brush every so gently across my pussy.
It’s official, I am dripping, and I can feel it leaking out of me.
“Yes, I understand.”
As soon as I finish my statement, he takes one luxuriously long lick along my entire slit. His moan vibrates along my sensitive bundle of nerves.
“This is the best pussy I have ever tasted, it is also the last I ever want to taste.”
Burying his face between my thighs, he proceeds to eat me like it’s the last meal he will ever consume.
Normally, I am so uncomfortable with anyone going down on me.
A certain someone always made it seem like eating me out was such a chore, and he despised every moment of it.
As soon as the thought crosses my mind, he nibbles ever so gently on my clit with just enough pressure to snap my attention back to the surfer God between my legs.
“Eyes. On. Me.” Every word is punctuated by a light breath on my clit.
At first, he slips one of his large fingers into my pussy while still lapping at my clit like he is licking a dripping ice cream cone.
He curls that single finger up to hit a spot in me that I don’t think I have ever felt before, and I see stars.
If he can do this with just his fingers and mouth, I can only imagine what he feels like when he takes his time fucking me.
“Oh, fuck. I need more.” The words are more of a moan than actual words.
“More what, Sunflower?” His lips brush over my clit with every word, causing me to moan even louder.
“More everything.”
“Come for me first, and then you can have my dick beautiful.”
He slides another finger inside me to join the first, and he massages that spot with the perfect amount of pressure, while his mouth makes a whole meal out of me.
I know it will not take me any time at all to come if he continues at this pace.
I feel teeth bite down gently on my clit, and I explode in an instant.
I can feel liquid soaking his fingers and hand, and I am immediately embarrassed by the mess I have made.
“OH MY GOD,” I shout as I try to slide away from his grasp. “I am so sorry-“
As soon as I say it, his hand, not covered in my juices, slams over my mouth to shut me up. The fingers that are inside of me slowly pull out. While he still has one hand over my mouth, he licks his fingers like he is devouring the best Superman ice cream cone he has ever had.
“You will never apologize again for drenching me in your come. I want every single fucking drop.” His face is so close to mine that he could kiss my nose just by moving his lips.
Callum releases me and takes a couple of steps away from the bed. I can see his body tremble; it’s barely noticeable, but it’s there. Cal runs his hands through his hair and takes a deep breath before he drops the sweatpants he was wearing. When he turns around, I inhale sharply.
There along the length of his erection are six silver barbells. Holy fuck. How did I not notice those when we fucked the first time?
“Umm…You have some decorations there, Cal.” I point at his cock with one finger. With that, a deep chuckle leaves him.
“Yes, it’s called a Jacob’s Ladder, Beautiful. I come ribbed for your pleasure.” The smirk on his face would melt my panties off…if I were wearing any.
“How did I…not notice that you had that?”
“My guess is you were just lost to lust and didn’t think anything about it since you didn’t see my cock.” He drags his hand up and down his length with a delicious groan that leaves his mouth. “Fuck, I just came, and I still think I am only going to last moments if you let me in.”
”Did it hurt?” The question shoots out of my mouth before I have any actual time to think about what I have said.
“Do you really want to talk about my jewelry, babe, or would you rather feel how it feels for it to be inside of you again?”
”Yes, that one…the second one.” I am so needy with lust that I don’t think my words through completely.
Even the few short steps he has to make to the bed show his slight limp. I still devour every single inch of skin this man is willing to share with me. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that this man could want me of all people when I met him that first night.
“This can only be sex, Cal. That is all I am willing to give right now. I cannot trust my heart with another man. You can have my body, but my heart is mine to keep.” The moment the words leave my mouth, I worry that he will regret his decision to sleep with me if I can’t give him everything.
“That will do for now, beautiful. I will give you time to grow tall and gorgeous in the sunshine. I will make sure it never dims in your presence." His words make the ice around my heart melt slightly before I remember that I cannot give in to him. This man will eat me alive if I let him.
Spinning my body so I am lying the correct way across the mattress, he kneels gingerly on his bad knee. My legs are pushed up towards my chest with my knees splayed on either side of my body, and Callum lines up his pierced cock with my core. In one quick thrust, he is seated inside of me.
”Fuck, yes.” The words were more of a groan than actual words, but I know he understood me based on the smirk written across his face.
He starts slowly, allowing me to feel every single barbell that lines the length of his cock.
In…out…in…out. The pace is building me so slowly that I am pretty sure if he doesn’t start actually fucking me soon, I might lose my mind.
Ribbed for her pleasure, that statement has never been more true than it is right fucking now.
“Faster…please,” I whine. I know that my whine will not encourage him to go any damn faster, but if I don’t ask I will never know.
“Shhh. It’s ok, Sunflower. Let me take my time loving you.
You asked me to show you what it was like to be the center of my whole world.
Well, here we are. You will enjoy every ounce of pleasure I can give you.
” His pace picks up just slightly, like he is not in control of his own body for a moment.
”Oh fuck this. I have the rest of our lives to fuck you slowly. ”
With that, he picks up a punishing pace.
Slamming into my body so hard I can hear the headboard bouncing off the wall behind the bed.
He releases one of my legs from his tight grip and lets it find my clit.
Circling the swollen nub with short, quick circles from his rough fingertips.
It is the exact amount of friction I need to erupt like a damn volcano.
“FUCKKKKKKKKK.” The scream comes out of my lips before I can even attempt to stifle it. Just call me Mt. Kyra, because I can feel every ounce of my orgasm squirting out around his cock, soaking the bed beneath us.
Fuck, I really need to get a waterproof blanket if this is how it is every single time with him.
His thrusts stutter, and I feel his warmth fill me. Just the act of him coming inside of me almost pushes me to another orgasm. He flops over on the bed next to me before wrapping his large arm around my waist and pulling me into him.
“Sleep now, Sunflower. Later, we can panic about whatever it is you want to panic about.” With that, we both fall into a deep sleep.