50. Callie
CHAPTER 50
CALLIE
A fter Miles steps back, Max pulls me into a hug from behind, then lifts me off of him. He walks me over to the bed, where he lays me down on my back, my hips right at the edge.
After his hands stroke down the length of my legs, I wrap them around his waist. He pulls me closer to him and keeps hold of my bottom as he plunges back inside me, jolting the bed and rocking my very foundations.
The strength of the man is apparent in his every movement as he drives into me with the perfect amount of restrained force. His thumb strokes my clit as he pumps into my pussy with deep, steady thrusts.
“You ready for me, Callie? I’m gonna come, and I’m gonna come hard. Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
God, I never knew dirty talk was a thing for me, but it definitely is.
“You gonna be a good girl and take it?”
I wish there was no condom between us, so I could take it all.
I reach for his hands, and his fingers intertwine with mine as he seizes up, every muscle on his body coiled tight, ready to let loose. His cock swells, then he erupts with a groan, pulsing deep inside me, over and over.
His body shudders as he finishes, and when he pulls out, he bends to lay a kiss on my belly.
Afterward, I crawl to the middle of the bed and Miles comes to lie next to me, his hand loosely skimming over my hip and thigh. When Max returns from the bathroom, he lies on my other side, the two of them surrounding me.
“All of that was so incredible.”
The two men voice their agreement at the same time using the same words. “Yeah, it was.”
They both reach for one of my hands, and after a few minutes, I drift off, my hands wrapped in theirs, as happy and content as I’ve ever been in my life. I wish we’d have been sharing this bed from the very first night we arrived.
At some point, I stir, and open my eyes to find Miles softly stroking my hip.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Want some water?”
“That’d be great. How long have I been asleep?”
“Not long.” All the lights in the room are still on. The three of us are still naked on top of the comforter.
I sit up to watch as Miles crosses the room. The sight of his bare backside revives me from sleepiness faster than an iced coffee ever could, and I’m wet for him all over again. When he returns with the water, he sits with me on the edge of the bed as I drink it.
“How are you feeling?” His eyes glance down to the spot where my legs meet, where I could understandably be sore after the way Max went at me.
“I feel amazing.”
His eyes crinkle as he gives me a warm grin. “That’s good.”
“I’m up for more, actually. If you are.”
“I guess I’d be dumb to turn down an offer like that,” he says, calling back to how I responded when Max offered me a full-body massage.
When I laugh, he says, “Actually, would you be up for indulging me in a fantasy I’ve had?”
My eyes go wide. Is this fantasy about me? He hasn’t even known me for very long.
“Even though I would like to be more flexible,” Miles says, “I’ll confess that my motivations for coming to yoga class aren’t entirely pure.”
I arch a brow. “Is that right?”
Miles traces a spiraling path along my thigh with the tip of his finger. “When you demonstrate certain poses, it’s hard for me to keep from getting distracted.”
“Certain poses? Which ones?” I’m asking mostly to tease him, since it’s clear that talking about this is making him a little uncomfortable.
“Well, really, all of them, but some make my mind wander more than others.”
“I think I can imagine. So, what you’re saying is that you’d like a little yoga session right now?”
From behind us, Max chimes in. “I knew he wasn’t going to yoga for the stretching.”
“I was. Just not my stretching.”
Max laughs and rolls over to his other side, leaving us to it.
“I’m not going to do yoga alone right now,” I tell Miles as I stand and take his hand.
“Of course not.” He positions himself opposite me and follows me as I stretch my arms overhead.
“Since we’re making confessions, I’ll say that having you in my class was kind of distracting for me, too.”
His grin is adorable. “Yeah?”
I fold into a forward bend. “Don’t act like you don’t know you’re good looking.”
“But completely lacking in charm,” he says as we come back up.
“Some women have a thing for grumpy men.”
His eyes are fixed to mine. “Do you have a thing for grumpy men?”
I smile as I step back into a warrior pose, arms overhead, chest high. “It’s starting to seem that way.”
Rather than following me into position, Miles just watches. “I like naked yoga.”
I gesture for him to get moving. “Afraid you’ll fall over?”
“It’d be worth it.”
I’m laughing as I bring him back to a standing position, legs together. When I tell him to bend forward and step back into downward dog pose, he says, “Oh yeah. That’s the one I was looking for. Hold that pose for a minute.”
As I remain bent over in a V-shaped position, hands and feet all on the floor, there’s the crinkling sound of a packet being torn open, then Miles positions himself behind me, his hands exploring my bottom as if he’s assessing its shape and size.
“Yeah, this has been on my mind for a while.”
I’m still giggling at that, and thinking that combining yoga and sex is kind of funny, until Miles pushes inside me and I gasp.
He pauses. “You okay?”
“Yes, I’m incredible.”
As he moves inside me, his cock nudges a particular spot. He taps it over and over and over again, and it’s mind-blowing. His big hands grip my hips as he plunges in and out, and I realize that I also like naked yoga, very, very much.
My breath grows ragged, and Miles folds over me, kissing my lower back. He reaches between my legs and strokes my clit as he makes quick, deep movements inside me, hitting that magic spot again and again.
“I think I’m going to come, and I’m afraid I might fall over,” I tell him on a gasp.
“How the tables have turned,” he teases. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
And he does. He supports my body, keeping me stable and safe as I come apart, wave after wave of sensations flowing through me, pulling me under, lifting me back up.
Just as those waves are subsiding and I find my footing, Miles lifts my upper body and clutches my breast as his body stiffens. Then he follows me over the edge, his cock throbbing inside me, as his arms hold me tight.
I’m never going to think about the downward dog pose the same way again. Or yoga.
When Miles slips out of me, I turn and am cradled in his embrace. He kisses my lips, my cheek, then the top of my head, before pulling me closer and caressing my back.
Max has fallen asleep, so Miles and I move quietly into the bathroom, where we shower together, getting dirtier before we eventually get clean.
He tells me that he needs time to recover, but as soon as I touch his cock, it springs to life. When I kneel and take him in my mouth, he moans. I make him come again, and as he soaps every inch of my body, he does the same for me.
We can’t get enough of each other, but eventually, we dry off and join Max in bed. I move softly, trying not to disturb him, because it’s very late, but when I lie down next to him, he pulls me into his arms, cuddling me close. On my other side, Miles takes hold of my hand, and my heart is so full it barely fits in my chest.