Chapter 31
Lucy
He watches me for a heartbeat before dipping his chin. “Tell me if you need to stop.”
“I promise I will.” But the true fear vanished once our eyes met. I’ve never been more sure of my desires.
Of my needs.
When he rolls our hips together with agonizing slowness, the only thing my body experiences is pure, unfiltered heat.
Callum only lets me breathe long enough to strip off his briefs and remove my pajamas. He tears my shorts away while I toss my top over my head. We’re completely naked.
Both of us. Together. For the very first time.
Now, I understand why he stared the way he did last night, because the visual of Callum’s nude, chiseled physique steals the very air from my lungs.
He’s more gorgeous than I imagined, scars, tattoos, and all. Even his cock is beautiful. I must be gaping, but he simply returns my awed expression.
His eyes drag over my naked form, hypnotized by the top half of me, then the bottom half, before he leisurely returns his gaze to mine.
Without his body to anchor me, my skin chills, so I prop up on my elbows, my heart flying in my chest. I roll my lips together before submitting a request of my own.
“Get over here, Kavanagh.”
He smirks. “Yes, ma’am.”
Tackling me onto the mattress, he kisses me with his entire being, short-circuiting my brain. His bare chest brushes mine, stoking the fire deep within my own. His thick, ready shaft rubs me in the spot that aches the most, eliciting gasps, twitches, and moans against his ravenous mouth.
“You like that?” His rasped question pulses directly between my legs. “You like it when I grind on you?”
I nod, pressing my lips back to his. He chuckles darkly and deliberately rocks against me. The action drives his rigid length against my neediest places, the tip of his cock massaging my clit.
He feels amazing. I could orgasm from this alone.
Grinding harder, he groans into my ear. “You’re so wet for me.”
His dirty talk releases another surge of arousal. My eyes flutter closed as I soak up the sensation. The pure joy. His caress is night and day from the last person who touched me here…
Any thought of rejection is long gone.
My body aches for him. Desperately.
“I need to be inside you.” Callum’s growl triggers a heatwave down my spine. “Please tell me you want that too.”
The fact that he asks, that he remembers to check in, clogs my throat with suppressed emotion. “Yes.”
He stills, and I open my eyes to find him watching me.
“Even if I can’t protect you?”
My chest flutters. “What are you talking about?”
“I didn’t expect this to happen, Lucy.” He releases a deep, guttural groan, pressing his cock to the length of my seam. “I checked my wallet, and I don’t have any protection on me.”
It takes me an eon to realize he’s talking about condoms.
Who cares! I want to shout, even as my heart melts into a puddle. He’s hard as a board against me yet still pauses to prioritize my safety.
“I have an IUD.” I lick my lips, aching for more. “I’m good, as long as you’re clean.”
“I tested clean last time and haven’t been with anyone since.” He watches me closely. “Does that mean I can have that pussy? Bare?”
My lower belly clenches, and I nod.
He shudders as he drops his forehead to mine, his voice gruff and needy. He pushes himself up to stare down at me. “Are you sure? If not, just tell me. We don’t have to do anything today.”
I blink. Swallow my immediate yes and pause to take stock of myself.
I am okay. I want this.
I want him.
Nothing sits in my chest except the fizzy thrill of anticipation. My body throbs, seeking his warmth.
My head is clearer than it’s been in days. Weeks, maybe.
Nothing’s stopping me.
I hold his smoldering gaze.
“I’m okay, Callum. Don’t hold back.” A smile with a devious edge spreads across my face.
His responding grin whispers of soon-to-be-committed sins. “Then I suggest you hang on.”
I barely have time to comply with his command before he rams inside me, filling me to the brim.
“Callum…” I groan his name as he releases a deep, guttural moan and drags his length all the way back out just to pump inside again.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
All our careful control shatters, our long denied desire detonating between us. To see Callum’s heavily armored walls crumble, to watch pleasure and yearning and emotion explode across his features, is mesmerizing.
I can’t look away as he works his cock in and out of my body with a captivated expression.
I aspire to provoke that expression on his face every day.
He releases all his meticulous restraint and pounds into me, hard and staccato. I moan out a stream of fiery nothings, nonsense falling from my lips as he pleasures me one strong thrust at a time.
“Okay?” He nuzzles his nose against my neck, his breath hot on my skin.
I whine while my nails dig crescent marks into his flesh. “F-fine. Callum…please…more.”
He growls and yanks his cock out of my body. “Turn over.”
Breathless and buzzing, I flip over on my stomach, resting my hands on either side of my face.
Callum wastes no time topping me, pinning his strong legs over the back of my thighs.
“You’re so sexy.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before his hands find my waist. He guides me into tilting my hips back and angling my ass toward the tip of his hungry cock. When he sinks into me, we moan in unison.
I bury my face in the bedsheets as he slams his hips against my ass, plunging his cock through my depths with enough force to make me scream. The thick mattress thankfully muffles my euphoric shouts.
What should be degrading—humiliating—is lifegiving. I want to live here, to float on this blissed-out sea for the rest of my days. To lie in bed with him every night, feeling like this, knowing the next day will bring the same thing over and over and over.
After finding a steady rhythm, Callum releases my waist, his hands slapping down on top of mine.
“Lucy, you feel so good.” He growls, strings of Gaelic drifting from his hot mouth to my ear as he curls his fingers between mine and continues his heavenly assault on my senses. “I’m going to come.”
Shuddering pleasure winds through my body. My fingers spasm beneath his. “Come for me. Please.”
“Where do you want it?” He untangles one of his hands from mine so he can cuff his thick fingers around the back of my neck. “Tell me, sweetheart.”
He’s destroying me in the best way. I don’t know how I’ll ever recover from sex this amazing.
“Inside me.” My voice is a high, strangled cry as he nails me to the mattress.
Callum withdraws, leaving me gasping and breathless and my muscles twitching. “You want it balls deep?”
I nod against the sheets, feverish and hazy.
With gentle yet unyielding hands, Callum flips my body over once again so I’m staring up into his fiery green eyes. He’s regarding me like a lion regards an antelope. The intensity has me dropping my gaze.
“Tell me you want it,” he orders, voice deep and demanding. “I need to hear you, Lucy.”
My eyes snap back to his. We’re both this close to coming, and he chooses now to check in? As much as I love it, could he have worse timing?
“I…”
“Yes?” He hooks his arms beneath my knees and hauls them up until my legs and my ass are in the air.
I can safely say this is the most compromising position I’ve ever been in with a man, and if Callum didn’t arouse me so much, I’d likely be halfway through a panic attack.
The words rush out. “I want you to come inside me.”
Callum slips off the bed and pulls my ass to the edge of the mattress, teasing my folds with his slick cock, my lower half balanced against his thighs.
“So you do know how to be a good girl.” He offers me a devious smirk before sliding inside me once again.
I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the moan that leaps out of my throat. That angle is deep. How can anything be so good? I’m going to lose my mind.
Pleasure coils inside me, dragging me closer to the precipice.
With my body balanced against him, Callum releases my legs. He captures both my hands, threading our fingers together before pinning them to the mattress on either side of my head.
His face hovers above mine as he destroys me, one stroke after another. “You going to come for me, love?”
I nod as our gazes meld together. “Yes…please, yes.”
“Good girl.” His eyes blaze into mine, and then his mouth clamps shut, a ripple working through his jaw as he unleashes a shout through gritted teeth.
When I reach the pinnacle, my body braces.
He pulls all the way out and jams his cock back in, once, twice—
“Callum!” His name springs free from my lips as I free-fall, the force of the orgasm ripping me apart.
He groans, toppling over the edge with me. He thrusts a few more times, then stills. Tremors and aftershocks rattle me as I peer into his eyes.
From this moment, I can no longer deny it.
I’ve fallen for this infuriating man.