33. Chapter Thirty-Three
Rushing around my room, I gather all the discarded pieces of clothing on the floor and fling them into the laundry basket in the corner. Huffing from exertion, I grab a cute pink nightgown from my wardrobe and push my arms into it, pulling it down my naked body.
I stare at myself in the mirror and a hint of a smile graces my face. The nightgown clings to my body, accentuating my pebbled nipples and the curves of my hips. It’s something that I bought years ago when I wasn’t being battered and raped. When I wasn’t broken.
I gaze at my flushed skin in the mirror and I take deep breaths, calming my erratic heartbeat.
I can do this.
I want this.
Everything will be okay. Just focus on Brad and you’ll be okay.
I reach over to my dresser for my phone and check the time.
It’s been ten minutes since Brad messaged me.
He should be here soon.
My eyes roam over every inch of my bedroom, checking that it looks okay. It’s tidy and warm. The light beside my bed casts a soft glow around the room creating a sensual vibe.
A shiver runs through my body when my eyes sweep across my desk.
Don’t think about that man.
He’s gone now, and he can’t hurt you anymore.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I will myself to rid every haunting memory that I have of this room from my mind. I don’t want to think about any of that.
I want to be normal. I want to be able to fool around with a guy that I’m interested in and not feel afraid. I don’t want my skin to crawl every time another man touches me.
I want to be intimate, and I want to enjoy it.
I breathe in through my nose, drawing a deep breath and holding it for a few moments before blowing the air out through my parted lips.
“I can do this,” I mumble.
“Am I interrupting something?”
When I hear Brad”s voice, I screech and jump in the air. He chuckles until I curse and bend to grab my foot, hopping towards my bed.
“Ah, fuck. You bastard! I stubbed my bloody toe!”
He has the decency to look sheepish as he approaches me, crouching in front of me and removing my hand from my throbbing foot.
“I’m sorry, I thought you would’ve heard me when I climbed through the window and knocked things over. Think I’m too big to be coming through that window,” he says, rubbing my foot between his icy palms.
“It’s okay. The pain’s wearing off a little now. I was in my head, clearly too distracted to hear anything.”
His hands retreat from my foot and he nods in understanding. He glances around the room and a crease forms between his brows.
“How come it’s so bare in here?”
I shrug, nibbling on my lower lip as I glance around the room too. From an outsider’s perspective, it looks bare and unlived in.
My bed is in the centre of the room with the headboard against the wall and bedside cabinets on both sides, each with a lamp. Opposite my bed is my wardrobe and a mirror with my small dresser. My desk is in the corner of the room, over by the door to the bathroom.
Every surface in the room is empty, apart from a couple of make-up items on the dresser.
“I mainly spend time in Callum’s or Connor’s room. I don’t really like being in here alone, so my stuff is in their rooms… I used to have pictures on the wall. Some of me and the twins. A few with my mum as well. I think I even had one of me and Crystal from the day she was born.” I trail off as I look around at the bare walls, a wave of sadness washing over me.
“How come you took them down?”
I shake my head before answering him, “I didn’t take them down. Cameron did. He came in here sometime after Mum had left and took every single picture. He burnt them all in the garden and ended up having a massive fight with Connor because of it.”
“Oh, Callie. I’m sorry, baby.” He sits beside me on the bed and pulls me into him, brushing his fingers through my brown locks.
“It’s okay. I’ve gotten over it now. Callum managed to salvage a few of the pictures whilst the fight was breaking out, so we still have some.”
He presses a firm kiss to my forehead and draws back, his eyes connecting with mine.
“You’re all so strong, each of you have had to deal with so much over these past few years and I just wish that we had met sooner. I wish we could’ve helped you sooner.”
I see the sincerity of his words in his hazel eyes and my body melts against him as my gaze drops to his soft, inviting lips.
“I really want to kiss you right now, Brad.”
He seems surprised by my admission but he recovers quickly and brushes the tip of his nose against mine.
I’m not sure who moves first, but within seconds, our lips are crashing together. Sparks ignite, and tingles spread across my skin as his mouth devours mine. He releases a groan when I nip at his bottom lip and his hands move from my hair, dropping down to my hips. Warmth spreads through my body and desire courses through my veins.
His tongue swipes against mine and a pleasure-induced shiver runs down my spine.
“This. Is. So. Sexy,” he growls between kisses, tugging on my nightgown to indicate what he’s referencing.
“Mmm, it’s a little tight, in all honesty,” I mutter, as his lips trail the length of my neck. Licking. Sucking.
His fingers dig into my hips as he lifts me, placing me in his lap.
The hard ridge of his cock digs into my leg, and a gasp escapes me when he guides my hips forward, rubbing my sensitive clit against his thigh.
“Take it off. Please, Callie,” he begs, his hot breath coasting across the swell of my chest as he continues peppering wet kisses against my skin.
I unhook my arms from around his neck and reach down for the hem of my nightgown.
He unlatches his lips from my collarbone, breathing heavily as he stares into my eyes, waiting for me to lift the garment from my body.
His fingers skim against my thighs and my skin erupts with goosebumps.
“If you’re not ready-” I shake my head, cutting off his words.
“I want this.”
I slowly lift my arms, drawing the pink cotton away from the lower half of my body.
When the hem reaches the underside of my boobs, Brad’s hooded eyes drop to the exposed skin.
“You’re so goddam perfect,” he mumbles. His hands caress the sides of my body, and then he helps me pull the nightgown off the rest of the way. He screws it up and throws it across the room.
It thuds against the bathroom door, opening it a few inches.
“Someone seems eager,” I tease.
“Who wouldn’t be eager with a body like yours in front of them.”
He pulls me close, and my nipples brush against his top.
“Is it okay to switch positions?” I nod, and he flips us over.
My back sinks into the soft sheets of my bed as he rests his body against mine.
His jogging bottoms graze my clit as he settles himself between my legs, and my eyelids flutter as my eyes threaten to roll.
He hums, satisfied with my reaction, and presses his lips to mine, prodding my mouth open with his tongue.
The kiss is savage, demanding, almost frightening in its intensity.
There’s a surprising amount of emotion in the way he kisses me. It’s like he wants to crawl inside my soul through my mouth, and the way he’s holding me against his body as if he never wants to let me go.
I pull back, and my hands fumble with his top as he grinds into me.
“I need to feel you.”
He understands me instantly, lifting himself so that he’s hovering above me, and yanks his top off, throwing it in the same direction he threw my clothing. He smirks down at me as my hands glide across his taut muscles, admiring every inch.
“Should I take these off too?” he asks, tugging at the waist of his joggers.
I glance down at the distinct outline of his dick.
“Yeah, them too.”
He stands from the bed and shoves his hand into his pocket, withdrawing two foil packets before pushing the trousers down his legs and hurriedly kicking them off.
His heated gaze trails over my naked body as I lay here watching him.
“You really are gorgeous, Callie.”
With that, he chucks the condoms onto the bedside cabinet and lowers himself back onto me.
His tongue snakes out, licking the length of my chest and my back arches when his mouth closes around my pebbled nipple, a moan ripping from my throat when his teeth drag across it.
He smiles against my skin and lazily circles my nipple with his tongue as his hand comes to cover the other one, tweaking it gently.
His mouth descends down my stomach, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the way. When he reaches the lower part of my abdomen, his lust-filled gaze flicks up to mine.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and let me eat this pretty pussy?”
My lips part, and my eyes widen in shock. I bite into my bottom lip when he raises a brow and his hand skims down my body.
“Yes or no, cutie?”
The thought of what he wants to do has my chest rising and falling rapidly, the space between my thighs soaking wet with arousal and my eyes unfocused.
“God, yes,” I breathe, lifting my upper body so that I can rest on my elbows and watch him.
He places soft kisses against each of my hips before scooting down the bed until his face is hovering over my most intimate area.
When he blows air through his parted lips, my hips involuntarily buck up.
“Please, Brad,” I whine, begging for him to bring me some relief.
He chuckles, and then his mouth is on me.
One arm banded across my waist, keeping me in place as his warm mouth starts devouring me.
His tongue dips inside, swirling around, and then rises up to circle my clit.
My moans turn to gasping cries of pleasure as he sucks and nibbles on the sensitive flesh.
When his fingers enter me, I gasp, and my back flops against the bed, my arms no longer holding me up. My hands delve into his hair, tugging on the strands.
“Brad, holy shit!” I shout, tremors wracking through my body.
His fingers drive into my pussy relentlessly as he suctions his lips around my clit. My eyes shutter closed, my fingers tighten in his hair, and my nails scratch at his scalp.
My inner walls ripple as my climax gets closer, and my legs squeeze against his broad shoulders.
Then I cry out in protest when his fingers pull out of me, and his mouth releases its suction.
I lift my head to look down at him and he smiles at me.
“Sorry, cutie, but I want to feel you pulsate around me as you cum on my cock first.”