Chapter 31
CALISTA
Men and satisfaction so rarely come in the same package.
Women are much more of a guarantee, their willingness to learn and be patient outweighing a man’s ability to fuck hard and fast only to need twenty minutes before he’s ready to do it again.
An inconvenience that is not typically worth my while.
“That’s it darling, just like that.”
Gripping my hips, Christopher lifts me just enough to push inside before pressing me back down into the mattress. His cock drives into the wet space between my legs, our hips snapping together as he fucks me from behind.
Every thrust brings us closer together, our unison groans ringing throughout the room as his piercing does its best to please my pussy.
It’s a performance worth repeating which is why I have not sent him back out the window. Christopher’s impressive turnaround time combined with his flexibility makes for a marvellous evening and I am not yet ready to finish it off just yet.
“Harder, baby.”
Dark, delicious hair falls in his eyes as he squeezes my legs tighter together and fucks me into oblivion. His back is arched in a painful-looking yoga pose, his hand tight around my neck when he leans down and whispers in my ear.
“Are you going to come on my cock again, Miss Drache?”
The formal title has my pussy contracting, clenching around his dick with a hum of satisfaction. He’s got a filthy mouth, and just like his piercing, it’s yet to disappoint.
“That depends on your performance, Devil.”
A sly grin breaks free and his eyes light up with a competitive fire. Dragging my ass back in the air, he positions me on all fours and stares me down in the mirror.
Smack!
His hand makes contact with the round globes of my ass and a purr rings out of my mouth.
Smack!
“Do you like being punished, darling?”
I wiggle my ass a little bit higher and am rewarded with another slap. Cum pools around my slit, thick liquid that drips down my legs and onto my bedsheets like a painting I’d love to frame.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
Christopher groans, sliding a finger and then his cock back into my pussy. The extra girth increases the pressure, a pressure that transitions into pleasure when he strums a thumb along my clit.
He fucks me slowly, dragging his cock all the way out before thrusting back in. Sweat trickles down a maze of tattoos, dark and violent pieces that scream their way across his body.
I watch him through the mirror, admiring the stories told through the ink on his skin.
Christopher is one of those puzzles that grows more complex the closer you look. The art shaping his image and the secrets written along his skin offer only whispers of the past, bits and pieces that leave you dangling just like the key around his neck.
“You’re fucking me so nice and hard, baby.”
My praise has a flush darkening his face, an adorable look of delight that has my own enjoyment increasing.
I like my partners to be reactive. To my touch, to my words, to the way my body wraps around them. Pleasure and pain is meant to be shared, and there is no better place to share that than my queen bed.
Reaching between my legs, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. A strangled sound escapes Christopher’s throat when I start to squeeze, increasing the speed of his thrusts and the stroke of his thumb.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
His thrusts grow fast and sloppy, his strokes rough and desperate as he tries to get me off before he does. It’s a surprising albeit unnecessary gesture, one which I have not experienced before with a man.
Women, yes.
But never a man.
The hard press of his chest bears down on me, warmth spilling from his body into my own as he pinches my clit hard enough to make me cry out. The orgasm rolls over me, tightening and releasing every molecule in my body.
It’s the calm I chase, not so much the climax. The smooth sailing after the storm, the few minutes of bliss where I can lie undisturbed.
Eyes closed to the outside world.
Mind shut off from the memories bubbling up inside.
Christopher finishes with a few more cuss words and vigorous thrusts before he falls limp beside me. His weight indents the bed, forcing my body to shift towards his. I keep my eyes closed and lean into the warmth radiating from his skin, a welcome sensation I haven’t felt in far too long.
When I finally open my eyes, guard up and mask solidly in place, I find him staring at me. Staring with a slight grin on his face, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
“You’re fucking amazing, Calista.”
His eyes are glazed with lust, the endorphins pushed to the absolute max.
There is nothing quite as fickle as a man’s post nut opinion.
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Devil.”
It’s a tease, one I finish off with a smile.
His finger presses against the curve of my lip before tapping the corner of my eye.
“Not true.”
“Hm?”
“Your smile.” He taps the corner of my eye one more time, “It’s not true.”
A heartbeat goes by as we stare at each other, heads separated only by the pillows between us.
It would not take much for a heart to fall for this man. For a woman to get lost in his bottomless eyes, nails disappearing through the thick strands of his hair.
It would not take much for a monster to crave the light he brings.
“Be careful, Devil. You’re starting to sound infatuated.”
Rolling out of bed, I force myself to look away so I’m not tempted to keep something so bright and beautiful for myself.
“Infatuated? Darling, we blew past that stage three hours ago.”
Footsteps patter against the hardwood as he follows me into the bathroom. Letting out a low whistle, he casts his eyes around the dark tiles and silver ornaments sparkling along the walls.
“Sometimes I forget how rich you are.”
“Not everything that glitters is worth keeping.”
Ronan lifts his head from his bed in the corner, the question echoing through his eyes.
Everything okay?
I nod and bend down to cuddle with my favourite boy. Christopher watches from a distance, his eyes hesitant as he watches me cherish the only good thing in my life.
“Don’t be shy. He only bites when I tell him to.”
He takes a tentative step forward, “Somehow, that’s even less reassuring.”
I wait until he’s close enough to take his hand and rest it on Ronan’s head. My baby growls, his teeth baring while I hush him gently.
“Remember the bad boy I was telling you about?” Smoothing Christopher’s fingers over his soft fur, I stroke him patiently, “He’s a part of the team now, so we have to be nice.”
A snort echoes beside me but I ignore it.
“See, baby? Nothing to worry about. Mama’s got you.”
Slowly, Ronan’s ears drop from their guarded position to a more relaxed one. It’s a sense of false security, a relaxed posture that doesn’t take away from the mistrust shining through his eyes.
Narrowed, focused and ready to change at the drop of a coin.
I plant on a kiss on my baby’s snout and climb to my feet. Letting the boys enjoy their playtime, I wander over to the jacuzzi built seamlessly into the tiled floors.
One press of a button starts a steady stream of hot water.
Another initiates the bubbles.
Two pairs of dark eyes watch me descend into the pool of rippling water, steam slinking off the surface and caressing my skin. It soothes the chill in my bones, covering old wounds with a temporary balm.
“Are you coming or not?”
Water splashes over the side as Christopher steps in and lets out a curse.
“Do you always keep it this hot?”
I tsk, “Is someone being a big baby?”
“Someone is trying not to burn off every inch of his fucking skin.” Grumbling under his breath, Christopher takes another step, “Can you not feel temperature or something?”
“I get cold easily.”
Dark eyes flick in my direction, disbelief rippling through them before he refocuses on getting in the tub.
The scalding water that fails to keep me warm.
“Is this another test? Because if I wake up tomorrow in a tank full of eels I’m going to be pissed.”
He hisses out a breath, slowly sinking into the water. It washes over his shoulders, flattening the longer pieces of his hair against wet skin.
“No eels, but I would love to see how you hold up in Marlin’s bed.”
A full-body shudder rumbles through him, “Don’t put that thought into the universe. I would wake up screaming bloody murder thinking that psycho is coming for me.”
I snicker softly, watching him lower himself down and dunk his head under. Droplets spray from his lips when he resurfaces, liquid crystals shattering the calm surface around us.
Marlin was right when he described Christopher as reckless. He is chaos in its most honest form, all rough textures and uneven angles that do their best to injure himself and those around him.
He is wild and unpredictable, and yet somewhere in the midst I find myself studying a man who is loyal to a fault.
A man who made a promise and is determined to see it through.
“Are those from Seaborn Mansion?”
Christopher blinks, his eyes following my gaze to the purple bruises blooming beneath the ink staining his chest.
“Not sure, to be honest.”
My brow lifts, “Injury prone?”
“Nah. I just make really stupid decisions.”
I snort, taking his hand and pulling him towards me.
“You’re a man. Stupid decisions are part of your DNA.”
“Most days I’d be tempted to agree with you.”
His eyes flutter shut as he tilts his head back and floats in the water. Brushing the strands back from his face, I let my nails drag across the bridge of his nose, over the slope of his cheekbones and along the plush rise of his lips.
Christopher sighs softly, feeling my nails scrape the back of his neck and the solid lump of his traps. I massage the muscle gently before drifting my hands south, taking note of the areas that causes tension.
Mapping out the location of his scars.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
Whispering in his ear, I lightly graze his nipple. A teasing brush of contact that follows the hard press of my tongue.
“Fucking amazing.”