Chapter 33
chapter
thirty-three
SHAY
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell Calder no, but instead I found myself nodding.
“Okay, you can…you can try,” I said. “But I just… I told you I don’t come this way, so don’t take it personally.”
His eyes narrowed. “What did I say would happen if you stayed?”
“You’d, um, you’d ruin me,” I said. “Do what you wanted with me.”
“Right. Whatever I want, and I want to taste you. You have no…” He broke off on a deep inhale, jaw tense, eyes darting to my pussy, before sliding back to my eyes.
“But here’s what’s going to happen.” He slid a finger inside me and my thoughts shattered.
“While I eat your perfect fucking pussy, you’re going to tell me what you were thinking taking those dirty photos.
” His finger curled inside me. I gasped, arching and fisting the duvet.
“You’re going to tell me exactly what you’d hope your stalker would do to you and your pretty cunt.”
He slid out.
A moan slipped from my lips without consent at the absence.
Calder flashed me a grin as reward, then gripped my thighs, pushing my legs farther apart. My thighs weren’t tiny by any means, but his hands nearly encompassed the span of them.
My gut did a flip at that. At the way he held me and spread me wide, his thumbs digging into my thighs, flesh white at his grip. At the way he stared up at me from between my thighs, mouth hidden beneath my pussy, so I saw only his eyes.
I would never forget the look in his eyes. Dark. Hungry. The ice-white striations electric in his cobalt depths, like lightning flashing at night.
Then his gaze locked between my thighs, and he leaned forward, lips brushing my pussy.
I froze—memories of Graham bubbling up.
It’s disgusting, Shay. I don’t know what you want me to tell you.
“Start talking, Shay.” Calder growled against my pussy lips, the warning vibrating my flesh. But he didn’t go back to kissing me, waiting for my words.
“Um…I was hoping you’d come in through my window.”
He growled another low, rumbling sound deep into my core. But still didn’t resume eating me out. Instead, he planted a kiss on my inner thigh.
“I—I wanted you to fuck me.”
“Fuck you? I think your cunt can think up something more specific.”
His kiss turned into a bite, and Calder plunged his finger inside me at the same time as his teeth closed around my flesh.
I groaned and arched up into it. The pleasure and pain swirling into one delicious sensation.
“I wanted you feral,” I gasped, arching into his teeth. “I wanted you to lose control.”
He laughed, dark, and I felt the heat of it on my inner thigh. “You were close.”
I lifted my head, trying to find him. “Really?”
“Keep talking,” he rasped, biting the inside of my thigh. “Tell me what happens next.”
“You fuck me because you’re mad. Because I’ve been taunting you. You punish me. You deny my orgasm—”
I broke off on a gasp as his lips finally found my cunt, just as he slid another finger inside me.
“You fuck me and stop when I’m about to come.” I gasped. “You come all over my body and leave me sticky, then lock me in a room.”
His grip tightened on my thighs, and he groaned into my pussy. The sound made a thousand electrified butterflies take flight inside my stomach.
“You keep me hostage so you can use me,” I said as the tip of his tongue did a cruel slide up my slit.
Anxiety melted away as I got lost in the fantasy.
The words came faster.
I couldn’t believe it, but I was enjoying it.
“I’m your fuck toy. You keep me locked up and naked and only take me out when you need me.”
His tongue slipped inside me, then out. Over too quickly.
I saw my hands snake into his hair, dragging him back against my cunt, as if I were watching a movie. That couldn’t be me doing that. It couldn’t be me riding his face.
“You keep my legs locked and thighs spread for easier access.”
I was more than enjoying it.
He was all fingers and tongue and lips and biting. Eating me out while making me ride his fingers and face, my whole body resting in his hand.
“You bring in people to watch. They can’t touch me. Only you can.”
The soft scrape of his five-o’clock shadow against my inner thigh. His tongue thick and hot inside me. But even more than his lips and tongue was the feeling of being vulnerable.
Of giving myself to him.
I was heady with it.
“You make me come in front of them, even if I don’t want to. You force it out of me.”
Calder picked up his speed, fingers thrusting harder and faster, sucking hard on my cunt.
The words tumbled out of me breathless and thready. The room blurred at the edges. Thoughts fragmented.
“What else, Shay?” It looked like Calder was thrusting into the bed, and that twisted me up. Calder fucking air, just as desperate for the fantasy as I was. “What else do you want?”
“I want to wake up with you inside me.”
I gasped as he bit my pussy lips, dragging one lip out between his teeth.
My blood carbonated.
My skin tingled.
That wire-tense knot in my pelvis about to snap—
Calder stopped. Lifted his lips from me at the same time he removed his fingers.
An inhuman, needy whine came from somewhere deep in my body.
“What?” I lifted my head, finding Calder watching me from between my thighs. Lips wet. With me. “But I was… I was about to…”
“Come?” he finished for me.
I nodded furiously.
A small twerk of his lip. “Huh.” His lips landed soft against my pussy, quick, before disappearing. I groaned and jolted off the bed, the effect electric.
“So you enjoyed it?” he asked.
“Yes!” I tried to drag him by his hair back to me, but he was rigid. “Please don’t stop.”
His lips skimmed over my pussy again. Featherlight. Enough to keep me on edge. But not enough to topple me over.
“You have no idea how badly I want that, Shay,” he said. “There’s a fucked-up, caveman side of me that needs to be the first to get you here—”
“So do it,” I said. “Be the first.”
“But didn’t you just say I should deny you this?” His pointer finger ran down my slit, not enough pressure to separate. Dispassionate. Watching me almost scientifically. I could taste the orgasm. It was making my teeth vibrate.
“I…fuck,” I groaned. “I did say that.”
“But you want to come?” He shoved a finger inside me that was the opposite of dispassion. Rough. Almost angry.
“Yes. Please. I’ll do whatever you want.”
He clucked his tongue. “Dangerous thing to promise, Shay. What if I want to fuck you without a condom?”
I get hot and cold at that. Oh, I suddenly wanted that—needed it. I couldn’t remember why I’d ever said that was a boundary in the first place.
Calder removed his finger again.
An inhuman angry sound, somewhere between a growl and groan, slid out of my lips.
Pleasure was sharp and serrated, cutting my blood.
“I don’t care! I’ll do anything—”
All at once Calder slammed three fingers inside me, his lips finding my cunt once more. He thrust into me with purpose, his lips biting and sucking and finding a perfect spot—
I shattered.
The room vanished as I disappeared into pleasure. Distantly, I heard screaming. Begging. But that couldn’t be me, because I no longer had a body. I was soul. Sensation. Part of the deep, vibrating black of the cosmos.
Smaller than atoms.
Smaller than quarks.
The room slowly faded back to view, and I found Calder peering down at me. At some point, he’d slid on top of me, and I was now wholly encompassed by him. He cradled my face in his hands, his lips glistening with my come.
A soft, wicked smile curled his lips. “You did so well, baby.”
He kissed me once more, and I could taste myself on him.
I gripped his shoulders, so close to unraveling again.
“You come on my mouth so well,” he said between kisses. “Taste so fucking incredible.” Kiss. “Can’t believe you tried to keep that from me.” Kiss. “So fucking perfect.”
His praise slid deep into my veins.
I was liquid. Loose.
Calder pulled back, and I blinked up into his blue eyes.
“You with me, Shay?” he asked, a slight furrow to his brow.
I nodded.
“Can you talk?” he asked.
I nodded again.
A soft, sweet smile curved his lips. “I need you to do more than that, little Maniac. Give me some words, or we’ll take a break.”
Words were cotton. Thick in my mouth. I felt drunk. Drugged.
But still, I answered. “Don’t stop.”