Chapter 15
Fifteen
EVIE
S pread wide on display for the gruff lighthouse keeper I share an intimate but isolated existence with is not how I saw this visit to the mainland going. But things have never panned out the way I’ve imagined they would in life. And I couldn’t resist the man in front of me even if I wanted to.
Blood hurries its way through my body at lightning speed, fueled by my pounding heart, now homed to that one aching spot between my legs.
Callum looks feral.
His blues are so dark they imitate the storm clouds outside.
The room lights up from a flash of lightning, the thunder indicating the storm is still too far away to matter, and I sit up and tug his shirt over his head.
I’m aching all over for this man—and if I’m honest with myself, I have been for some time.
Weeks.
No, maybe a few months now.
With him bare, I run my hands over what hard work and a simple life grants him. His toned chest is warm. Each muscle is defined and lightly dusted with the dark hair that matches his now messy bed hair. I explore every inch of him.
“I got to move, baby girl. You wanted my hands on you. Now I need to touch you. I’m so fucking desperate for you, Evie.”
My breaths stall out.
My mouth hangs slack.
He’s still sitting on his heels. I scramble up onto his lap, my mouth finding his in hungry movements.
I’ve never been so starving.
The fire he stokes in my chest sinks to my core, and the throbbing in my clit is almost unbearable.
Never before has anyone had me this wound up. This desperate for their touch.
No one.
His hands are in my hair, then they grip my jaw as he meets my hunger with his. Two people starved for something they only just realized they have found in the other. After months of being right there.
It’s almost poetic.
He’s hard underneath me.
I rock back and forth, needing the pressure.
Drowning in it.
It’s heaven against my aching center, and his groan turns to a growl, the sound reverberating down my chest and around my heart. My back hits the bed.
I’m pinned down. Nips and licks travel down my neck. Over my collarbones. Teeth close over my nipple.
I cry out, arching instantly.
God above.
The air in my lungs burns.
Too quick.
Not enough.
Too much.
“C-Cal . . .”
My body trembles almost violently. I could come from just his mouth on my breasts.
His hand travels over my belly and he cups my pussy. I whimper.
“Fuck, Evie. You’re fucking soaked, baby girl.” The heel of his palm rubs my clit. “All this for me?”
Wetness floods my center. Like it wasn’t already drenched.
“You have no idea.”
“Hands or mouth, Evie?”
My breath hitches as I find his blue eyes. I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out.
“Use your words. Or I decide which one you get.”
“H-hand is fine.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Fine?”
I can only nod.
“We can do better than fine, mo nighean.”
I don’t know what the phrase means. “What does that mean? I tried to google it, but...”
He chuckles but doesn’t answer as he shuffles backward. Rough hands part my thighs as he lowers. He’s not going to?—
His tongue sweeps through my center.
Oh god.
I sink my fingers into his hair. “Hands,” I choke out.
“Too bad. You got mouth,” he growls.
His tongue swirls around my clit, and I all but buck off the bed. Large, warm palms press my hips to the bed. He suckles my clit, and my insides literally turn to molten lava.
“Callum,” I rasp.
“Yeah?”
“Please, I?—”
Two fingers slide inside me, and I moan. My fingers, woven into his messy hair, turn to fists. A rough chuckle vibrates over my clit.
The air in my lungs stalls.
He curls his fingers, sliding them in and out in time to his choppy breaths. The heat in his eyes holds me where I am as he watches me fall apart. The most beautiful release unfurls, spiraling outward as it lights up my body from inside out. I curl up off the bed as his lips close around my nipple.
He bites down, and the orgasm explodes like it hasn’t already given me the world.
I can’t help the cry slipping past my lips. I imagine Iris on the other side of the building. I don’t care right now, despite the heat filling my cheeks.
“That’s it, baby girl. Milk my fucking fingers. So fucking perfect.”
Cal’s expression turns painful, as if he’s coming undone at the same time as me.
Unable to think of anything else, I’m desperate for a different type of pleasure.
His.
Out of breath, I settle on the bed for a heartbeat. And when his arms push onto the mattress, hands fisted beside my head, I drag his mouth down to mine. He’s strung out. Each sweep of his tongue is bruising.
I want to give him what he gave me.
More, if I can.
I tap his shoulder, and he leans back on his heels once again.
“I want to do the same for you.” I look up at him.
His head tilts to one side but he steps off the bed. I rise to follow, but he holds up a hand.
“Crawl, baby girl. You want my cock in your mouth, you earn it.”
The ego on this grump.
Tamping down a smile, I move to all fours. Maintaining eye contact, I crawl as slowly as possible, ignoring the heat once again flushing my face. My breasts sway with each movement. If I thought his eyes were dark before... Now they are the navy hue of the deepest ocean.
His jaw feathers. “Fuck me, Evie.”
I reach the edge of the bed and tug his boxers down. I don’t wait for permission.
I crawled for this man.
I earned it.
His cock springs free.
All I can do is stare at it.
It’s veiny and huge. A pearl of pre-cum beaded at the tip. But...
It’s been so long, and I don’t want him to be disappointed.
Retreating a little, I glance up at him before finally getting the courage to ask, “H-how do you like it?”
His hands slide across my jaw and into my hair. He bunches it up in one fist and tugs me forward. “Rough.”
Something explodes low in my belly. My slick pussy hums back to life.
Holy shit.
I grip his hips with both hands and settle on my knees before him.
He removes one hand and moves it to his cock. I fold my fingers around the warm, corded shaft. My mouth waters as I slide the tip onto my tongue. His eyes don’t leave my face.
My lips close over him. I slide my mouth back, and his grip on my hair tightens.
“Easy, baby.”
“What happened to rough?”
“It’s coming.”
I take him in as far as I can and suck my way back up. Slowly. Methodically.
“Fu—uck.” Callum cups my cheek with his free hand. “More.”
I slide down him again, increasing the suction, my grip tightening. My clit throbs at the taste of him. The sounds he makes. His low, soft growls with every upstroke. I could come again just from having him in my mouth.
On the next stroke, his legs start to tremble. He’s holding back, his restraint evident.
I look up beneath my lashes and open my mouth wider. I want him rough. I want what he needs to give me.
Interpreting my signal, Cal adjusts his hold in my hair, winding my hair around his fist. His cock slams into my mouth, deep. I gag, eyes watering. His lip curls up on one side.
Feral.
I try my best to accommodate him. Sucking on the upward stroke, trying to relax enough to take all of him. But he’s big. My cheeks hollow out on the next stroke as saliva and pre-cum run down my chin.
“Fuck me, baby girl. So damn pretty choking on my cock, aren’t you?”
My nails bite into his thighs as he slams into me. Breathing through my nose, I take everything he gives me. Waiting, desperately, for the salty flood of his release.
“Touch yourself, Evie. Show me those pretty little writer’s fingers sunk deep into that fucking pussy.”
I whimper around him, and his eyes close as his pace slows.
But I do as he says. Trembling fingers sweep over my clit, and I all but fall apart.
“Sink them deep, then give them to me.”
I push two digits inside myself. My body convulses as an orgasm swells.
“Fuck, look at you. Come while my cock’s in your mouth. Go on.”
Pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy, I cry out. His cock pulses as it shoves in deeper than before. My release fades, and I drag my hand from my pussy, dripping wet with my slick need. Cal grabs my wrist. My fingers crawl up his chin and bury inside his mouth. His tongue laps around them.
I can’t breathe.
His body shudders. His cock twitches as his pace turns choppy. A low, raw growl cascades around my fingers as he shoots hot ropes of cum over my tongue. I lap it up, swallowing it down.
Every inch of my body tingles. I’m wrung out like a wet rag. Spent and limp, I flop back onto the bed, running a thumb over my bottom lip where I clean up the last drop of his release.
Cal stands, nostrils flaring and eyes burning as I lay on the bed. Bared and still buzzing.
“Ev—” He shakes his head, fisting his cock. “I...”
It is the first time I have ever seen Callum McCreary lost for words.
Something snaps in my chest as his face falls the moment he turns and walks from the room into the bathroom.
Iris sure knows how to make a cup of coffee. My steaming mug sits in my hands. Callum sits opposite me at the small café table. The café is bustling with patrons. And Cal has his head stuck in a newspaper, avoiding them all. At least, that’s what I think he’s doing.
Iris is chatting away, serving customers.
She looks so damn happy.
I had that once. Before the accident. Many contracts ago. I yawn, lifting the cup to my mouth.
“My brother snores, doesn’t he?” Iris appears by our table with a smile. Her red hair is twisted up and piled onto her head, an apron wrapped over her T-shirt and jeans, a pot of coffee in one hand.
All but snorting my mouthful of coffee through my nose, I choke it back down. “No, he doesn’t snore.”
She raises an eyebrow. “You sure? I could hear him growling from my side of the house.”
Cal snaps the paper down. “Sure you did, Irry. Don’t you have customers to annoy?”
She pulls a face at him before squeezing my shoulder with a happy smile. Moving to the next table, she pours an old man a fresh cup as she turns back. “Oh, Evie, you have mail. It came this morning.”
Oh... I flinch, not thinking quick enough to stop my reaction.
“Your editor get sick of email not working?” Cal asks, sipping his coffee. His brows lower as I fluster to scrape together a response.
“Probably.” I look over my shoulder. “Thanks, Iris. I’ll grab it when we leave.”
Hopefully it’s Livvy. Maybe the renewed contract?
Via snail mail?
It’s been an age since I used USPS with anything official. Maybe isolation left them with no choice.
“Can we get to the library before we head home?” I ask Cal.
“Sure. More research?”
Tiny moments from this morning slip into my head. My fingers curl around the ceramic of the mug. I take a sip, hoping the heat on my face looks like it’s coming from the beverage in my hand. But I do need to find some resources on a few elements I want to weave into the story.
“Something like that.”