Chapter 39
ALEJANDRA
Call Out My Name - The Weeknd
Callum’s lips crashed onto hers with more hunger than ever. If their kisses around London had been innocent—like a couple toeing the line, not quite ready to admit what they were—these ones were filthy.
One of his hands cradled the back of her head, fisting her hair, the other wrapped around her throat. She’d noticed how much he liked that—how the pad of his thumb grazed her pulse point, like he was claiming her—and fuck, did it turn her on.
“How’s your shoulder?” he murmured into her neck, licking and sucking until she felt her skin heat beneath his mouth. She didn’t care about the hickeys. She hadn’t even cared at the wedding. If he wanted to bite into her skin, brand her, leave her aching, she’d let him.
“It’s good,” she replied in a daze, her fingers dragging his jersey upward. In Ericeira, they hadn’t stripped down fully—but now? Now she needed his skin on hers.
His skin had lost the sun-glow it had in Tarifa—London had that effect—but it only made the contrast with her sun-warmed tan deeper, sharper. Her lips found his chest, and she kissed the line down the center, tasting salt and sweat and home.
“Take off your top, too,” he demanded, pulling off her sweater. He was gentle around her shoulder, his hands reverent. When her chest was bare, he leaned in and kissed the scar on her shoulder with the softest whisper.
“We’ll be careful with this,” he promised against her skin.
Then his mouth moved lower. He took her nipple between his lips, tugging with his teeth while his hand pinched the other. A shiver wrecked her.
“Callum…” she gasped, her fingers tangling into his hair—still short, but now long enough to pull. Thank God.
“Alejandra,” he growled, “I need you naked.”
He unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, his gaze devouring every inch of her. She didn’t feel as confident in her body as before the injury, but his expression was pure hunger, and that shut up every doubt she had about her body.
He dropped his own pants, and now they were bare—just skin and need and no more barriers. He pressed his lips to hers again, deeper this time, before pulling away.
“I want you to sit on my face,” he said, voice low and firm. Commanding. She liked bossy Callum way too much.
“Yes,” she breathed. His voice alone could make her come.
He didn’t lie on the couch. He sprawled out on the plush carpet, hands open, waiting. She straddled his face, and when she lowered onto him, his groan vibrated against her core. His hands gripped her ass, keeping her pressed tight to his mouth as he devoured her.
She tilted her head back, one hand gripping the couch for balance, the other in his hair. She was a mess already.
“You into anal?” he asked between licks. “Can I play?”
“Yes. Anything you want.”
And fuck, she meant it. As he sucked her clit mercilessly, one finger teased her entrance, then slid inside her pussy—then a second joined—and then, slowly, carefully, one finger pushed into her ass. The stretch, the pressure, the overwhelming pleasure—it nearly broke her.
“You’re soaked,” he rasped, licking her deeper. “Come for me.”
And she did. Hard. Her body trembled violently as the orgasm took her, forehead pressed to the couch, hips rolling helplessly against his face. She was fucking his face, and she had no shame in using his stubble for the friction.
When she finally sagged, breathless, he pulled his fingers free and brought the ones that had been inside her cunt to her lips. She sucked them in without hesitation, never breaking eye contact.
“Now lay down for me,” he said, voice rough. “I’m going to fuck your cunt. Then I’ll fuck your mouth, and your tits. Will you let me do whatever I want to you, Alejandra?”
“Yes.” She was already gone. Already his.
Before joining her, he grabbed a condom and wrapped it around his shaft.
Alejandra enjoyed the view. She had that Superman lookalike entirely for her with those blue eyes—her favorite color—devouring her.
She lay back, open and wanting. He settled between her legs, thrusting deep, and she cried out, her arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close.
“You’re so perfect,” he groaned, biting down on her bottom lip, then trailing kisses down her throat to her breasts. His pace was controlled, like he was holding back a storm.
“Fuck, I can’t come yet,” he gasped, pulling out. “Mouth open, love.”
She obeyed, and he knelt over her, rolled off his condom, sliding his cock into her mouth.
Slowly at first, letting her adjust. Her lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowing.
She dug her nails into his ass, forcing him to the rhythm she wanted him in.
Slamming his dick to the back of her mouth, tasting him leaking on her tongue, but pulled out before he came.
“I want to come all over you,” he panted.
Branded by him with his cum? Yes. Yes. Fuck Yes.
She was aching so much, she needed more relief.
Alejandra reached down to touch herself, her eyes locked on his.
He pumped his cock, groaning at the sight of her doing the same, and when he finally spilled, it was across her chest—her tits slick and shining with it.
But Callum Evans wasn’t done with her, not yet.
He leaned down again, pushed away her hand, sucked her clit back into his mouth, and shoved three fingers inside her soaked pussy. She came again, her body twitching, legs trembling, mouth open in a silent scream.
Only then did he collapse beside her, both of them breathing hard.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he said, pulling her into his chest.
“How many hickeys do I have?” she asked, touching her neck.
“Three. Trailing down your chest. I love marking you.”
“I figured,” she smiled lazily.
“Do you like being marked by me?”
“Yes. A lot.”
“Fuck the no contact, Alejandra,” he whispered. “Why did I ever agree to it?”
She snorted. “Because I’m bossy.”
“Not during sex,” he kissed her again.
“I like to choose my battles.”
They both laughed.
“Let’s go take a shower,” he offered, helping her up.
After a very soft shower, in which he took care of her in ways that made her heart clench. She curled against him on clean sheets, the scent of sex still heavy in the air, Alejandra felt peace. She could face tomorrow. She could face anything. Because right now, he was hers.