Chapter 9 #3
One moment, we were moving along the street, the next, the car jerked to a stop. The door barely had time to open before he was there, pulling me out, his mouth crashing against mine.
The world tilted.
Cold metal pressed against my back before I realized I was on the hood of the car. The warm metal seared my back, but all I could think about was the wet trail of kisses going downward, making somewhere else on my body heat up.
My fingers splayed against the smooth surface beneath me, grounding myself in something solid while everything else spun.
His hands moved quickly, impatiently, catching on the fabric of my pants. There was a pause, where a flash of irritation crossed his face, then a sharp sound split the night.
Cool air brushed against my skin, and he dropped to his knees without breaking eye contact.
My breath caught at the sight of his gaze, dark with intent.The way he looked at me, like he’d already decided I was his favorite mistake, sent a dangerous thrill through my chest. At least we were on the same page.
His hands gripped my thighs before he drove his head between my legs. The cool, wet feel of his tongue exploring my body caused me to gasp and shake.
He wasn't the type to give a couple good licks and call it good. He was moving and twisting his tongue, switching up the speeds, and licking every inch of me until a sound tore from my lips before I could stop it.
Heat flooded through me, chasing away every coherent thought, and my head tipped back as sensation, sharp and sudden, sparked and spread.
“I was right,” he murmured against my thigh, his voice rough and breathless.
I forced myself to look down.
His expression alone was enough to make my pulse stutter. The look on his face said he was savoring every second he was down there.
For a brief, reckless moment, I understood the appeal. Why humans would risk their lives being with a supe. Because if it always felt like this, then I was late to the game.
My hips lifted without permission, chasing that feeling, needing more.
His mouth curved, and something wicked flashed in his eyes as his hands tightened, then he pushed my legs further apart, baring me to the world, and my cheeks flushed.
The night air brushed against my overheated core, making everything sharper, more intense. While I was definitely embarrassed about being on display for him, I also found that, surprisingly, I liked it. My fingers curled against the hood, the cooling surface the only thing keeping me tethered.
“It’s always the difficult ones,” he said with glistening lips, his voice almost intrigued, “that are worth the trouble.”
I wanted to snap back, to throw something sharp and clever at him, but the moment he moved back between my thighs, kissing the tender flesh in front of him, every thought scattered into the wind.
All that was left was heat, tension, and the dangerous, spiraling realization that I had no intention of stopping. In fact, I wanted more.
“Oh—fuck,” slipped from my mouth as my hand tangled in his hair, gripping those silky strands. Wet, sloppy sounds echoed into the night sky, and I had glanced down to watch the steady movement of his head when something caught my attention.
The hair between my fingers was ash white. I thought—
I blinked, doing a double take, but this time it was brown again. Weird. Was this some kind of supe magic thing?
“Is your hair—”
I barely got the words out before his hands scooped under my ass and lifted me up with ease.
“Oh shit!” I yelped, clutching tighter, my fingers digging into his hair as the sudden height sent a jolt of adrenaline through me.
He chuckled against me, the vibration making my body react in ways that only added to the dizzying mix of pleasure and unease. My hips shifted involuntarily, and I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by all the sensations bombarding me at once.
Everything blurred after that.
One second, we were outside, the next, we were moving fast. A rush of air and disorienting speed, then he tipped forward and I fell from his shoulders.
My eyes popped open as a scream tore out of me. Strong arms caught me midair, steadying me like I weighed nothing. His grin flashed with his amusement.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded, but this time it was soft, instructive. More like he didn't want me to hurt myself. I didn’t hesitate.
The world shifted again, and I clung to his neck like my life depended on it. Two seconds later, I felt something soft beneath me.
When I opened my eyes, a massive bed was stretched out beneath me, the comforter plush, almost cloudlike. My fingers dragged across it, grounding myself in something real.
“Take off your shirt.”
His voice cut through everything, and I looked up.
Cal stood at the edge of the bed, shirt gone, pants hanging low on his hips. The sight alone nearly short-circuited my brain. It wasn’t fair how effortless it looked. How… perfect.
This was exactly why people warned against humans getting involved with supes. How could anyone compete with that?
Not needing to be told twice, I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. His eyes roamed all over my body as his chest rose and fell with each breath. Possessive hunger took over his face, and suddenly I was aware of every inch of my exposed skin.
“Don’t be nervous. I’ll be gentle,” he said in a smooth, calm tone before kneeling on the bed and putting on a little show for me as he pulled out his long, hard cock.
“But not too gentle.” My eyes went wide. A beastly smile crossed his face as his eyes continued downward. He licked his lips as his fingers trailed the edges of my body. “I want to make your first time with a supe memorable.”
I drew in a subtle, breathy gasp as I got a full view of what he was working with. It wasn't curved, or discolored. It was pretty and thick, long enough that my gaze bounced between him and my pussy, wondering if it would all fit.
A glint caught my eye, and I swallowed hard. Right at the pink tip of his cock was a curved barbell that peeked out the slit and another ball coming out from behind his cock. Was that… a Prince Albert piercing? I’d never been with someone who had cock accessories.
I must’ve said it out loud because his deep, rich laugh was back. His palm pumped up and down before he positioned himself at my entrance.
“I—I don’t—” I started, but the words dissolved the second he surged forward and kissed me, stealing whatever argument I was trying to form.
“You will,” he murmured roughly against my lips as he slowly worked himself inside of me. He hissed between clenched teeth. “Fuck, you’re so tight, so fucking warm.”
The world narrowed to fragments—breath, movement, the overwhelming awareness of him everywhere at once.
Those cool metal balls slowly dragged inside of me, making my head loll to the side at how delicious it felt. I looked down to see he was only halfway inside of me, and I wanted more. I wanted it all.
My body reacted before my brain could catch up. My heels pressed to his ass and pushed down while I thrusted up with my hips, chasing that rising heat building low and tight inside me. Both of us cried out, unable to keep the unbridled pleasure to ourselves.
“Greedy girl,” he muttered, something almost amused threading through his voice. “You want all of it, don’t you?”
His hips snapped, going in so deep, making me feel so full, that my head tipped back in a silent scream.
Everything blurred into sensation after that.
The sound of the bed moving with each thrust, his fingers carving into my hips so hard they’d leave bruises behind.
The way his plump, firm lips parted as a moan slipped through.
Each movement built, stacking, pushing me higher, faster, until I could barely think through it.
“Cal—” his name broke from me, sharp and breathless. “Please—”
That tight coil in my center wound tighter, every second pulling it closer to snapping. Those smooth round metal balls went faster, dragging and hitting all the right spots as he pumped his hips. My body strained toward it, chasing the edge without hesitation.
The world shifted again, and I found myself upright, straddling him. With his hands at my hips, he moved me up and down his cock, and my toes curled into the mattress. This new position had me closing my eyes, my breath caught as everything tilted into something new.
Everything was too much. Too good. I was right at the edge when something sharp brushed along my neck.
I jerked back instantly, panic slicing through the haze. He caught my wrists before I could pull away completely.
“What the fuck?! You said—”
He just smiled, a small, knowing curve of his lips, as he lifted my hand, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to my fingertips.
“I’m not going to bite you. I promised, remember?” he murmured, pressing a trail of kisses along my palm. “I just want you to feel it. The anticipation. That edge.”
As if to prove his point, his tongue slowly traced along my wrist. A strange warmth pooled low in my stomach until the faint scrape of a fang brushed over my pulse.
I jolted.
At the same moment, he thrust into me hard. My mouth dropped open, but whatever sound I might’ve made vanished, caught somewhere between shock and pleasure.
“You see?” he coaxed, a quiet chuckle in his voice. “No biting. Just more.”
Yes, I nodded. More. I like more.
He pulled me closer, his mouth finding my neck, and I froze for a second.
His hand ran up my side, cupping my heavy breast before pinching my nipple.
I clenched down on him, forcing a small grunt from him, then melted into his body.
I had no choice but to give up on worrying about bites and blood. Not when it all felt this good.
As he kissed up my shoulder, I could feel that anticipation crawling up my skin. Even though he promised he wouldn't bite, and I was trying to believe him, the fear and excitement flooded my system.
My fingers tightened around his shoulders, nails pressing in whenever that sharp edge ghosted along my skin. He kept doing it, again and again, as he dragged me back and forth between tension and release, fear and something far more dangerous.
He leaned back just enough to press his forehead to mine, still moving, still grounding me and undoing me all at once.
“Just feel,” he said softly. “Don’t think so much. I’m not going to hurt you.” A pause, then his voice dipped lower. “I just want you to feel good.”
I nodded again, words out of reach now.
His hand slid up along my neck, fingers pressing just hard enough to steal my breath for a moment before easing again. The sensation made my pulse spike, my body reacting faster than my mind could keep up.
I grabbed at his wrists instinctively, a flicker of panic threading through me, until my body reacted on its own, moving my hips in tune with his. The sensation suddenly twisted into something else entirely, and he did it again and again.
Every time he restricted my breathing, my eyes grew hazy and a delicious, dizzy, floaty feeling filled me, making me feel so alive.
I couldn't deny anymore that my body craved his, so I surrendered to it. Surrendered to him.
My breath hitched, as everything tightened, becoming both excruciating and euphoric.
The world blurred at the edges, sound dropping out as the sensation crashed over me, stronger than anything I’d felt before.
Giving up on my own body, I went limp, and he fucked me through my orgasm, making it last even longer with each powerful thrust.
It wasn’t long before his rhythm grew erratic, the balls of metal hitting me just enough for my eyes to pop out of my head. He growled, “Fuck. Yes. Just like that. Fucking perfect.”
We slumped against the bed, every one of my muscles drained as the last waves faded.
I didn’t know how long I laid there, but I didn't have another coherent thought until something warm and damp replaced the cool night air. A soft cloth caressed me with gentle, careful movements. My eyes slowly cracked open.
He was watching me as he cleaned me up. His eyes were soft now, those radiant pink jewels fixed on me with an expression I didn't have enough energy to dissect.
His hair had shifted again, that strange pale tone threading through it before he settled back. For a second, something about him tugged at my memory.
Familiar. Too familiar. He looked just like…
I let my eyes fall shut again, a quiet, breathless laugh escaping me.
Get over yourself, Olivia. There was no way someone like him, someone like that, would ever be interested in a human girl. It was preposterous to even think I was in Calix Winsale's bed. Ludicrous.
I should’ve gotten up and left while I still could. Instead, I stayed exactly where I was, limbs heavy, thoughts slow and scattered.
The bed dipped beside me.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said quietly. His arm slipped around my waist, pulling me tight against him. “Stay. Leave whenever you want tomorrow.”
His voice was calm. Easy…. And oddly safe.
Maybe I was too tired to argue, too worn down to question it, so I sank into it instead. I focused only on the quiet, cool arm that settled over my overheated body, giving myself permission to get lost in the dangerous comfort of not thinking too hard.
Just for tonight.