Chapter Six
Acacia
“Good morning, mamacita. You lose that V-card?” Malissa says, dropping into the chair next to me.
I snatch her arm, not allowing her to sit long and drag her out the front door of the gym.
“Woah. What’s going on?” she asks, pulling out of my grasp as I shake my hands out and pace.
I exhale slowly and then face her straight on, dropping my hands onto her shoulders and leaning my head toward her. “Can you break a man’s penis?”
She grimaces. “Please never say penis again.”
“This is serious,” I whine, tears welling up in my eyes.
Malissa grips onto my wrists, pushing me off. “Okay, deep breath. What do you mean break? Do you mean it stops working or you snapped it like a twig?”
She tilts her head. “Or I guess more like a log, huh?” She holds out her hands, mimicking the size of Callum.
I swat at her, not wanting the gesture to be caught on camera. He would definitely know we were talking about him. “The second part. I don’t know what you mean by stop working.”
Malissa purses her lips. “I mean like when he fills your tank up with his special sauce and runs low. He can only keep pumping for so long.”
“Ew, stop. There was no pumping of sauce. There was light grazing of lips and then I sat on him, and I think I broke it.”
“What pair of lips?”
“Malissa!”
She snorts. “I’m sorry. Okay, so you guys were kissing and it was getting kind of hot and heavy. And you sat on his dick?”
I nod. “And he yelled and pushed me off. He was cupping his junk.”
The scrunch of her nose tells me it was bad. “Then what happened?”
“I got him ice and he held it there. After twenty minutes of awkward silence, he offered to take me home, but I just grabbed an Uber since he could barely get up without grunting in pain,” I tell her, running my hands through my loose hair. I usually wear it up in a ponytail at work, but this morning I was using it as a shield to hide behind.
“Okay, it’s not that bad. Has he messaged you this morning?” she asks.
I throw up my hands. “I don’t know. I haven’t turned on my phone. I was afraid he was going to tell me to not show up for work since I physically assaulted him.”
Malissa sniggers, moving to hug me. “Oh, honey. He’s not going to fire you. If anything, he’ll be the embarrassed one. The man was pitching a tent so large, you couldn’t even climb on safely.”
Relaxing in her hold, I squeeze my eyes. “It was my first kiss.”
She pulls back, pushing my hair away from my face and cupping my cheeks. “And despite how it ended, it was with the man you want. That’s a win, Acacia.”
I give her a small smile. My chest fills with warmth at our friendship. She lets go, stepping back and sighing. “Want to take over the locker room activities and I’ll come find you when he and his anaconda have slithered back into his office?”
“Please,” I say, rolling my eyes at her never-ending euphemisms.
Before I leave for the day, I decide I have to at least say goodbye and slowly make my way up his stairs. Gathering my courage, I knock softly and wait for him to call me in. I open the door, and Callum looks up from his desk. He leans back in his chair; his attention on me is unwavering as I walk in.
“Hi.”
His hand drops from the mouse, entwining his fingers together to rest on his stomach as he stares at me. “Acacia. I was wondering if I would see you today.”
My cheeks flush. “I’m sorry. I’ve been avoiding you.”
His eyebrows furrow. “Why?”
I step closer, leaving a few feet between me and his desk. “I really enjoyed dinner last night till I injured you.”
Callum sits up straighter, his neck turning a bright shade of pink. “Acacia, I told you it’s fine. Accidents happen.”
Grimacing, I twist my fingers in front of me. “I know, I’m just really sorry. I wish I could have done more to help you.”
He laughs. “You practically did everything but kiss it better.”
My eyes widen. “Oh.” I throw my hair up in a ponytail, moving to the side of his desk. “I mean, I’ve never done this before, but I can definitely try.”
Callum inhales sharply as I kneel in front of where he’s sitting.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I look up at him in confusion. “Kissing it better?”
“Acacia—I… It was—” He rubs his palm across his face, and I can see his throat bob as he swallows. He drops his hand and stares down at me, his gaze roaming over my face and then down to my thin t-shirt and leggings. “You’ve never done it before?”
I shake my head slowly.
“Fuck. I’m a bastard,” he growls in a deep timbre before reaching for the waistband of his sweats and shoving them down. I gasp when the monster concealed behind his sweats springs out. He grabs his thick shaft, stroking it once.
Moving closer, I rest my hands on his thighs and sit on the back of my feet. I lick my lips and then look up at him. Callum’s eyes are hooded as he stares back.
“Want me to guide you through it, baby?” he asks.
My heart flutters at the endearment and I nod. His eyes squeeze shut for a second before they flash open; the heat in them is causing a fire to start to burn in my tummy. I turn my attention back down to his lap. His thumb glides across his large, bulbous head and smears the clear substance leaking from the small hole. His fist strokes down his manhood, and I lean forward.
“Wrap your hand around me,” he commands, and I reach out. My mouth falls open because the flesh is warm and soft, yet hard. Like velvet-wrapped steel .
Callum twitches in my hand, and he releases a shaky breath. “Just like that, squeeze a little tighter and move up and down without lifting your palm.”
I follow his instructions, enamored by the slick smoothness as I stroke down his throbbing member. My fingers can’t fully wrap around it, the tips don’t touch because he’s so thick.
“Should I use two hands?” I ask him tentatively, glancing up at him.
He shakes his head. “No. Use your little tongue and lick around my tip. Familiarize yourself with my taste.”
Leaning forward, I lap at his hard flesh, startled at the saltiness of his warm skin. Callum lets out a groan as I snake my tongue around the thick ridge, following the mushroom-esque shape entirely around. My lips part and suck the ruddy head into my mouth, just like I would my favorite lollipop. My thighs clench at the thought of a part of him inside me.
“Fuck,” Callum yells. His hand comes down, wrapping my ponytail around his wrist, and he pulls my head back. “I don’t think you’re ready for that part yet.”
I pant, my nipples hardening against the thin shirt. His attention drops to the pointed tips, and his tongue drags along his bottom lip.
His heated gaze returns back to me, his breaths now coming out in uneven huffs. “You want to try though, don’t you, baby?”
The tight grip he has on my ponytail prevents me from nodding. “Yes…” I whimper out. “Please let me try. I’ve envisioned this many times.”
Callum’s pupils dilate. “You’ve thought about sucking my cock?”
I can’t withhold my flinch and his face softens. He lets go of my hair, spreading his legs wider and shifting to the edge of his seat. It gives me more room to settle closer to his lap, which I do.
“Go ahead, baby. Lick me like your favorite ice cream. Swallow me down like your favorite milkshake,” he purrs at me.
Grabbing a hold of him again, I stroke the massive erection. He hasn’t softened an inch while we’ve been talking. In fact, he seems stiffer and heavier in my hand. I suck the tip of him back in my mouth, feeling the ridge glide between my lips as I take him further.
My jaw stretches to its max, trying to take the monumental size of his rod. Callum’s breathing shallows as he watches the warm velvet steel throbbing on my lips as I sink down till my nose is tickled by his pubic hair.
Callum groans. “Fuck, baby. You got no gag reflex? You can swallow me whole?”
I don’t have one, but my eyes still water at holding my mouth open like this. Pulling back, I wince when my teeth scrape up the protruding vein underneath. He lets out a hiss, but his cock swells.
“Oh shit, Acacia—”
My hand curls around his base as his tip drops from my lips and sprays me straight in my face. I jerk back as rope after rope of his hot ejaculation lands on my face. It lashes at my closed eyes, then drips down my cheeks and onto my mouth. I let go of Callum’s shrinking squirt gun.
Wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I try to blink them open. Callum is rushing out of his chair and grabbing a towel from the stacked boxes on the wall.
“I’m so sorry,” he pleads, kneeling in front of me and cleaning off my face. “That’s never happened before.”
“Is it because I almost bit you?” I ask.
“What?” Callum’s brows knit together as he flips the towel over and finishes wiping off the rest of his mess. “Nope, baby. This is my fault. It felt too good and I couldn’t hold back to give you warning to pull away.”
“So I didn’t mess it up?”
He studies my face for a bit, his eyebrows knitting together. “No, it’s me. You did nothing wrong, I should have gone slower with you.”
With a sigh, he stands and tosses the dirty towel toward the bathroom. “Do you want to work out with me tomorrow? We’ll have to come in earlier than anyone else.”
I nod excitedly. I want any time with him that he’s willing to give. “Yes, I would love that. But I have to warn you, I’m not the most athletic person.”
His eyes drop to my chest and he licks his lips. “It’s okay, we’ll keep it very basic.”
Smiling, I raise my hand and do a little wave. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
Callum catches my wrist. “Wait, Acacia.”
He pulls me closer and steps into me. His hand cups my cheek and his thumb swipes at my lip. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”
“I’ll pucker up anytime,” I blurt out.
I don’t have time to feel embarrassed because he grins, and then his mouth is on mine. His lips press softly, moving gentle and slow as if he’s trying to show me how to kiss him back. Following his lead, I rest my hand on his waist, tugging at his shirt and committing his scent to my memory. He usually smells like fresh eucalyptus, but it has a salty hint to it tonight. Probably the venom that spewed from his trouser snake.
He pulls back, and rests his forehead on mine. “Goodnight, Acacia.”