Chapter Eighteen
“Drop it.” Calli’s demand was coupled with a deep frown. Her body language screamed ‘back off or else.’
Fuck that.
“Drop it? You froze when you saw him. Now you’re standing in your room breathing like you just jogged up the forty-two flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator.”
“Fine, Mason, how about this? Who he is, is none of your business.”
“Wrong answer.” I slammed the door and tossed my jacket on her neatly made bed, which brought me within reaching distance of her.
“Mase—”
“Oh, no, don’t Mase me, sweetness. Who the fuck was that?”
She took two steps backward. The retreat would’ve been smart except she’d backed herself against the wall. I followed and caged her in with a palm on the wall above her shoulder.
My advance was the opposite of smart. A fatal error bringing me too close to the sexy woman in her black dress, spiked heels, and that devil-red lipstick, all of which had been fucking with my head all night.
Then there was that sultry perfume that wrapped around my senses and grabbed me by the balls.
“Step back.” Her demand came out breathy.
“Not a fucking chance, baby.”
Anger flared in her eyes. She inched closer. I braced for a verbal assault.
What came next was an assault of a different kind.
Calli’s mouth hit mine, her hands went to the sides of my neck, and her tongue clumsily attempted to push past my lips.
I jerked my head back and looked down at her.
Pupils dilated. Erratic breathing. Flushed face.
Anger, definitely. Lust, absolutely.
“You want this?” I growled.
“Yes.” Her answer was hissed.
“Warning, Calli. Later you tell me this was a mistake, I’m gonna be pissed. Call it now, baby. You want my mouth, it’s yours, but you take it knowing I will not be your regret.”
The last word had barely left my mouth when her lips were back on mine. This time, when her tongue touched my lips, I pushed it back into her mouth and guided the kiss, coaxing it deeper until her hands slid up into my hair and she was arching into me.
Heat flooded. Blood rushed south. My body alive and alert.
It had been a long time since I’d fucked a woman. But it could’ve been yesterday, and still the woman in my arms would’ve filled me with the same desperate desire. My need to have her was intrinsic, perverse, frantic.
Calli groaned. I slanted my head, taking more of her mouth.
One of her hands slid out of my hair, down my neck, chest, stomach, until she was yanking my oxford up.
With light fingertips, she traced above the waistband of my slacks.
I didn’t dare touch her until she asked.
Didn’t dare move until she was ready for more.
Her hand flattened on my stomach, traveled up.
Her blunt nails grazed my nipple and my hips unconsciously bucked.
Calli arched deeper. Her hand came out of my shirt and she went for my belt, but she abandoned that in favor of unbuttoning my shirt.
She let out a frustrated growl against my tongue that nearly made me smile.
I slapped her hand away and undid the buttons without losing her mouth. Before I had the last one undone, both her hands were exploring. By the time the shirt hit the floor, she was groaning down my throat.
The eighth circle of hell I was in was exquisite torture.
She broke the kiss, panting. She didn’t put any distance between us when she begged, “Touch me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.
I dropped my hands to the hem of her dress and slowly dragged it up her thighs.
“You want this off, Calli?”
Her reply was a moan.
I stopped right before the hem would expose her panties and prompted, “Sweetness?”
“Yes.”
“Lift up your arms.”
She complied without hesitation. I pulled the dress clear of her body, tossed it to the side, and found myself not breathing.
My gaze raked over her bare tits, flat stomach, down to the black silk covering her pussy.
I’d yet to finish my perusal when Calli’s body collided with mine. Skin to skin. Her mouth latched back onto mine. My hands went to her ass and lifted her off her feet, her legs wound around my waist, and there it was—those fucking legs wrapped tight.
Christ.
I broke the kiss, planted my lips on her neck, hoisted her higher, and pulled a waiting nipple into my mouth.
“Oh my God,” she groaned.
I drew it in deeper, gave it a swirl before I moved to the other side.
“Oh my God, Mason.”
I could feel her hot, wet heat on my stomach. Her hips moving, trying to find the friction she needed.
With a light nip, I released her nipple and asked, “More?”
“Yes.”
“You want my mouth on your pussy, sweetness?”
“Yes.”
Fucking hell.
I turned, took the three steps I needed to the bed, toed off my shoes, put a knee to the mattress, and all but collapsed on top of her. It wasn’t one of my finer moments, however, with all my blood now throbbing in my cock, it was the best I could do.
Calli’s legs tightened. She arched deep, tilted her hips. I ground down, and the mewl that tore from her throat was sheer beauty.
Jesus, fuck me.
I broke the kiss and set about earning more of those throaty whimpers. I used my lips, tongue, and teeth to work my way down to her tits. Calli’s legs fell open to make room as I lavished both nipples with attention until she was squirming and panting under me.
“More.”
All thoughts other than her pleasure disintegrated.
I shifted my balance to my elbow, shoved my hand between us into her panties, and my thumb found her clit. Her body jolted and a sharp cry rent through the room.
“Oh my God!”
I gave her nipple a deep pull, rolled her clit. Her body strung tight, her hips bucked, and she went off.
Jesus fuck. I was going to come just listening to her orgasm.
My thumb slowed to a gentle circle, working her down from her climax until she was soft and panting under me.
“You want more, Calli?”
The question was unnecessary. Her hands already had fistfuls of my hair, and she was communicating her need by shoving my head in the direction she wanted.
The shy, timid side of Calli was sexy.
This bold, take-what-she-wanted side was hot as fuck.
“Words, sweetness. Tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth,” she slurred, sounding lust drunk.
“Here?” I asked, and lowered my mouth back down to her puckered nipple.
Instead of using my tongue, I scrapped my teeth over the sensitive bud and nipped until her back bowed and she yelped.
“Yes . . . I mean, no, lower.”
I released her nipple, skimmed my mouth down to her belly button, and asked, “Here?”
“Lower.”
Needing to relieve the ache, I pressed my harder-than-steel cock against the mattress and teased my tongue across her stomach just above her black silk panties.
“Here?”
“Lower.”
I hitched her leg up over my shoulder, kissed her inner thigh, and groaned my question. “Here?”
The closer my lips got to her sex, the harder the point of her heel dug into my back. Marks I’d proudly wear, knowing it was me who made this stubborn woman mindless.
“Please, Mason. You’re killing me.”
Too far gone to continue my game, I yanked the gusset of her panties to the side and gave her a long, slow swipe of my tongue from slit to clit.
Her ass came off the bed and her breathy “Oh my . . . holy shit” filled the room—and I ate.
I couldn’t control my desperation if I tried. I needed to taste her orgasm, needed to feel her come apart again, needed to hear her call out my name. That alone should’ve scared the fuck out of me, but I couldn’t muster the fear. My attraction was all consuming, my desire borderline obsessive.
I wanted every part of this woman—not just her orgasm, but her trust.
“Mason, oh shit.”
“Is this what you wanted, baby? My tongue fucking your sweet pussy?”
“I think . . . I’m going to . . .”
I shoved my hands under her ass and angled her higher. “Ride my face, Calli.”
In spectacular fashion, she did as I asked. The harder she rocked her pussy on my tongue, the harder I ground my cock against the mattress, uncaring I was going to come in my pants.
“Mason,” she mewled.
Her hips bucked wildly as I lapped her through her orgasm, moaning “Mine” against her pussy.
I couldn’t remember the last time an orgasm had felt so fucking good.
“Mason!”
Shit, motherfucker, that was not Calli. It was Pete calling my name.
“Team’s here!”
Calista’s thighs clenched tight around my head.
I released her ass to tap her hip. She got the hint and released her hold so I could unfortunately roll out from between her legs, but not before I dropped a hard kiss on her clit.
That earned me a sweet, thankfully soft groan.
“I’ll be right down,” I shouted back.
Immediately, Calista tried to close her legs. I halted her movements, keeping her open for my perusal.
“Mason?”
My gaze tipped up from her pink, swollen, just-tongue-fucked pussy to her soft, sated, pretty face. “Yeah, baby?”
She looked sheepish and shy when she whispered, “What . . . um . . . about you?”
So, I was partly wrong. Bashful, just-had-two-orgasms Calli was hot as fuck.
“You offering to take care of me?” I asked even though not only was it not necessary, but we didn’t have time for me to get off.
“I’d like to try.”
Try?
There was something in her tone I couldn’t put my finger on. It wasn’t timidity or hesitation. It sounded more like insecurity.
Calista insecure about anything, but especially when it came to me and my desire for her, was not something I could stomach.
I righted her panties before I shifted up and over her, bringing us face to face.
“First,” I started, and settled into the cradle of her legs. My new favorite place to be. “You okay with how that happened?”
Pink hit her cheeks, and for some perverse reason, I liked seeing the color bloom.
“Yes.”
“You were pissed—”
“I know what I was,” she cut me off. “Then I wasn’t.”
Right.
Moving on.
“Okay, then I feel the need to ask why you said you’d try to get me off, when you have to know how sexy you are, and on multiple occasions now you’ve felt my attraction to you.”
She seemed to be mulling over how to answer. I’d bet if she had access to her thigh, she’d be tapping her fingers against it.
“There’s no guarantee I could . . .”
Her trailing off should’ve given me concern, but I was too distracted by her pretty blue eyes.
I want to get lost in those eyes forever.
Just as quickly as that thought invaded, I shoved it away, not ready to contemplate why everything about Calista drew me in.
“Well, sweetness, the fact I need to change my pants before I go downstairs and meet my team says otherwise.”
Her eyes widened before they darted to the side and her blush deepened.
“You . . . um . . .” she asked the wall.
“As much as it fucks me to admit, I came grinding against the bed like I’m not a grown man. At least I have a good excuse.”
Good didn’t quite cut it. More like a phenomenal excuse.
“Oh.”
“Now, you wanna tell me again you’ll try to get me off when all it takes is me tasting you and I can’t hold back?”
“Nope.”
“Right. I’m gonna go change. Are you going to come down and meet the guys? Catarina’s with them.”
She’d met Jack and Cat in Mexico but not Gavin and Aiden.
“I think I need to shower first.”
I dropped my head to nuzzle her neck.
She smelled like sex and her perfume. As much as I hated her washing away what we’d shared, it was probably a good idea.
I pressed a kiss against her throat, before I went in for a real kiss.
Two seconds later, our tongues touched, and once again I was lost in her. It wasn’t until my unruly cock jumped back to attention that I broke the kiss.
As soon as I pulled back, Calli’s fingertips went to her lips.
“You taste like me,” she whispered.
I couldn’t stop my smile. “Yeah, baby, that’s what happens when—”
Her fingers left her lips to cover my mouth.
“Don’t start. If you turn me on, you won’t have time—”
My brows winged up. “If?”
Calli rolled her eyes to the ceiling and left them there when she mumbled, “Smug bastard.”
There was no heat to her insult. The last thing I wanted to do was go downstairs when Calli was being playful and sweet.
Unfortunately, duty called.
But not before I left her with something to think about.
“I wouldn’t call it smug as much as I’d call it confident.
And before you call me arrogant, there’s no other way I can be when I barely touch you and you come for me.
” I felt her stiffen beneath me. “I don’t know how you could twist that in your head, but I can feel that you did, so let me straighten you out.
” Calli’s eyes narrowed along with her head jerking back on the pillow.
I lowered my face so all she could see was me when I informed her, “It’s hot, Calista.
The way your body responds to me. Not only do I like it, I fucking love how quickly I get you off.
It means I get to make you feel good—the more times I can do that, the better. We straight?”
“Yes.”
The look in her eyes said we weren’t, but I didn’t have time to coax it out of her.
“We’re not. But I need to get cleaned up, which means we’ll continue this later.”
“I said I was straight, Mason. No need to talk more about it.”
With time being limited, I should’ve given her that play, but I couldn’t.
“Do me a favor, Calista, and don’t bullshit me.
Not when I’m lying on you while you’re naked.
Not when I still got the taste of you on my tongue.
Not about something as important as me making sure you’re not only comfortable about what we’ve done but also needing to make sure you understand you’re safe with me to react and talk to me when you’re not clear about something I’ve said.
But mostly, don’t ever bullshit me about anything. ”
She completely relaxed under me, her face softened, and her eyes held mine when she softly said, “Okay, Mason.”
I was positive it made me a dick, me wanting her to completely trust me when I knew I wouldn’t offer her the same.
Yet I couldn’t bring myself to feel guilty about it.