32. Blake
Blake
It has been nearly three months since Callie’s kidnapping. Her cuts and bruises had faded weeks before she finally had the wiring removed from her jaw, and slowly, our lives have fallen back into a routine.
Callie’s mother and Christian were arrested and detained once they were well enough to leave the hospital, but both were released on bail and ordered by a judge to stay away from Callie.
I was on edge constantly, feeling it in my bones that something was going to happen. Christian had already proven he was insane the first time he took Callie. I had no reason to think he had learned his lesson now.
The woman in the hospital turned out to be a working girl who looked a little like Brenda. Christian roughed her up, threatening to slit her throat if she didn’t play along, then gave her Brenda’s ID so that when she was taken to the hospital, Callie would get the call. He was willing to go to any lengths to have Callie. The fact he had been quiet since he was released left me acting paranoid and overprotective as we waited for him to make a move.
I know he isn’t staying away because the police have told him to. He doesn’t give a shit about them. No, he’s staying away so he can plan, and the only thing I can do is make sure we’re ready for whenever he decides to strike.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Callie asks, wrapping her arms around my waist and leaning her head against my back.
“I was a million miles away, that’s all. How you feeling?” I ask, turning in her arms.
“I’m okay, better than yesterday. I think my body is just so used to the pureed shit that it’s struggling to handle solids, especially Mexican fajitas,” she grumbles, making me laugh.
She hated every second of eating blended foods, quickly getting sick of soups and shakes. She had counted down the days until she had the wiring removed from her jaw so she could eat a cheeseburger, but the reality turned into her throwing up most of what she ate on a daily basis. She has already lost weight and most of her curves, much to her disgust. I’d love her no matter what size she was, but even I can see she can’t afford to lose anymore. Her clothes are virtually hanging off her at this point.
“I think it’s time for you to see the doctor. He might have some ideas about what kind of foods to try and what to avoid.”
“I’ve already called him. I have an appointment at two. Would you mind taking me?”
“You know I don’t. Besides, you’re stuck with at least one of the guys as your shadow for the foreseeable future, and I’m more than happy to shadow this delectable body of yours.”
“Thank you. Now, how about you come join me in the shower, and I’ll show you just how well my jaw has healed.”
My blood heats and rushes south to my cock.
I pick her up in my arms and take her mouth in a hungry kiss as she wraps her legs around my hips. I walk us blindly to the bathroom before gently sliding her to her feet. “Now strip.”
She raises her eyebrow at my command, but she doesn’t argue with me, seizing the hem of my T-shirt she is wearing and pulling it up and over her head before tossing it on the floor. She’s completely naked underneath, standing before me like the goddess Aphrodite, and I’m oh so ready to worship her.
“On your knees, gorgeous. I want to feel your mouth on me. If it’s too much, you stop,” I order, not wanting her to push herself too hard.
Callie drops to her knees and pops the button on my jeans. Sliding the zipper down, she reaches inside and fists my swollen cock before pulling it free. She leans forward and runs her tongue over the tip before trailing it down the large vein at the back. Wrapping her hands around the base, she slides them up and down my length as she slips the tip inside her hot, wet mouth.
“Fuck,” I grunt out when she sucks and twists her hands at the same time, making me see stars. “Carry on doing that, and I’ll come,” I warn her, wanting to come inside her.
She takes me further, bobbing her head back and forth as I feel my balls begin to tighten.
I don’t want to come yet, even though she seems determined for that to happen. I bend down, pick her up under her armpits, and lift her onto the vanity unit. I push my jeans over my hips and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them away as I focus on my prize.
“Blake,” she begs as I lift her legs and spread her thighs wide.
“Can you hold them open like this for me?” I ask, making sure her heels are on the edge of the vanity.
She nods rapidly. I bend and place a kiss on her pubic bone before moving down to her core, which is already wet and glistening with her arousal. Swiping my tongue over her, I hum in appreciation before feasting on her pussy like a starving man. I drink her juices down greedily, but as quickly as I lick her clean, she’s wet once more. Massaging her hardened clit with my thumb, I part her folds with the tip of my tongue. I lick from her pussy straight down to her ass, circling her forbidden hole for a moment, making her squirm before thrusting my tongue inside her pussy as I press down hard on her clit.
Her legs shake as she gasps and comes all over my tongue, coating my chin with her arousal. I don’t give her time to recover; my need for her is all-consuming. I stand, pull her ass to the very edge of the counter, and slam inside her, making her back arch as she screams my name.
I fuck her without mercy, tunneling into her over and over, trying to seat myself so deep inside her I won’t be able to tell where she ends, and I begin. I grip a handful of her hair and pull her head closer to mine, taking her mouth again in a bruising kiss.
“Touch yourself, Callie. Get yourself there.”
“Fuck,” she gasps as I swivel my hips.
Her hand moves down, and her eyes roll back as she strums her clit.
“Use your other hand to pinch your nipple.”
She does as I ask, her breath rushing in and out in harsh, rapid pants. “Oh god, Blake,” she whines, and I can tell she’s getting close again.
“Come, Callie. Come on my dick like you did on my tongue.”
She tightens around me, her pussy muscles milking me until I seat myself as far inside her as I can get and fill her with my cum.
I kiss her softly. “Have I told you how much I love coming inside you?” I pant into her ear and watch her wince as I pull free.
“Only every time we have sex, Bundy. I’m pretty sure it’s the caveman in you that likes the idea of coating me with your seed, marking me from the inside out as some kind of primitive way of claiming me.”
My dick twitches at her words, making her laugh.
“Oh, no, I need to get cleaned up now that you’ve made me all dirty,” she tells me with a smile. “Sex without a condom is messy as fuck,” she complains, cupping her pussy with her hands as my cum starts to drip out of her.
I lean over and turn on the shower. I could never go back to using a condom with her now, not after feeling her slick wet heat against my bare cock. We were both tested right before Callie was taken. After the condom breaking that time, it seemed like the smart thing to do. After she left the hospital, she started getting the Depo shots, and I could slide inside her whenever the mood struck us without having to worry about running out of condoms.
I lift her and carry her into the shower, stepping into the warm spray with her in my arms.
She lifts her head and stares at me before kissing the tip of my nose. “I love the fuck out of you, Bundy.”
And just like that, my dick is hard again. I spin us around, pin her to the wall, and surge back inside her. I guess we’re going to be a little late today.