Chapter 11 #2
“I’ve wanted you since I saw you dancing on the dance floor at Summit Grill on your birthday.
Your hands were up, your breasts bouncing with each move.
You had that little sliver of skin showing between the top of your jeans and the bottom of your shirt.
I wanted to lick that skin. Taste your salt.
Taste everything. And it took all within me to walk away. ”
“But why?”
“Why do you think? I’m an old man.”
“You aren’t. You’re in your thirties. I’m in my twenties. I’m an adult. Making my own decisions.”
“But you’re also their little sister.”
“So? Why is that such a big deal?”
“You know why.”
She ran her hands over her face. “Okay, that was stupid. Because yes, I know why. But still. Shouldn’t I be a factor on my own merit?”
“And what do you want?”
“I want you to kiss me. I want you to touch me. I just want.”
“If I do all that, is that it, then?”
“We both know that we’d hurt each other if it were anything less. Or if it was anything more.”
I leaned forward so she would look at me again. I needed to see those eyes.
“Baby, little flower, I’ll hurt you. It’s what I do.”
“You keep saying that, but I’ve never seen any evidence of the people you hurt.”
“That’s because people are good at hiding what breaks them the most. And you haven’t met the ones I’ve broken.”
And she never would.
“If you kiss me again, I don’t want it to be the last time.”
“If I kiss you again, it won’t be the last.”
“You won’t hurt me, Callum.”
“I will, baby. It’s what I do best.”
“I think you don’t give yourself enough credit.”
“I think you don’t ask for enough.”
Then she went on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine.
Groaning, I gave in.
Because I needed her. Craved her.
Not just her taste, but her.
I was going to hell, but I might as well go down in a blaze of glory.
I parted her mouth with my tongue and groaned.
“You taste so good, baby.”
“Callum. Please.”
“Please, what? Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to taste the salt off your skin, kiss those pretty pink nipples, suck on them until they turn a deeper red, and ache from my mouth?”
“Oh.”
I narrowed my gaze at her, leaned forward, and bit her lips gently.
She gasped but didn’t back away.
“I know you like it when my mouth is on this pretty cunt of yours. Tasting that sweet honey. Have you ever had a man go down on you before? Other than me?”
She nodded, and I growled, squeezing her hip.
“Don’t think about them when my mouth is on your pussy. Got that, little flower?”
“But you asked.”
“So a man’s tasted you, but I’ll be the one that you remember.”
“I don’t think you’re going to have a problem with that.”
I grinned and slid my hand up her skirt and over her ass. I squeezed one globe, and she shuddered.
“Are you really not a virgin, Felicity? Have you ever had someone’s cock sink into this sweet cunt of yours?”
She shook her head, nodded, and frowned. “Those are two different questions with two different answers.”
My lips twitched. “You got me there.” I moved my hand to get over her, popping her pussy from behind. She gasped, her eyes dilating.
“Are you a virgin, little flower?”
She shook her head. “No. Though I’m not really good at sex.”
I growled. “No, those boys who thought they could have you weren’t good at sex. Because if you think you’re not good? It’s on them.”
“Callum.”
“No. I’m going to show you exactly how good you are. How you can roll your hips. How this sweet cunt can milk my cock. Do you want that, little flower? Do you want to be filled with my cum as I sink into you? Or do you want my cum all over your body, marking it as mine?”
I liked dirty talk. It was one thing that, no matter who I was with, came out of me. But watching Felicity practically melt under my touch as I spoke? I was losing my damn mind.
She needed to know how far I could go, just as I needed to know how far she could go. How far she wanted to go.
I wouldn’t hurt her, not like that. But I refused to be the worst.
The thought of some twenty-something college boy touching what was mine made me want to break bones. I was a terrible person. Territorial to the nth degree, but I didn’t care.
“I’m going to fuck you, Felicity.” She paused at my use of her name. “Do you get that? You’ll be mine. For as long as we do this, you’ll be mine.”
“So it’s not an only? Not like you said before.”
I sighed, pressing my forehead to hers. “No, Felicity. It won’t be an only.” I slid my hand again, this time over her panties, between the globes of her ass.
“Have you ever had anyone take you here?”
She froze, shaking her head.
“Good. Then this will be mine.”
“Callum, I don’t think I’m ready for anal. I’m just saying.”
I grinned, loving the fact that she could say the words. That she wasn’t scared.
“Baby, not tonight. You have to be prepared for that. Although the idea of me fucking you from behind, sliding into this sweet cunt as you rock a jeweled butt plug in that tight little hole of yours? Damn.” I groaned, rocking my hard cock against her stomach. “I’m a bad man.”
“You’re a bad man who likes to talk, and yet, I still have my clothes on.”
“A challenge. I’ll take it.”
I crushed my mouth to hers then, tugging up her shirt.
Her hands roamed as if she couldn’t help but touch me, and I just smiled against her lips, letting her.
Maybe next time I’d pin her arms above her head so she couldn’t touch, and she’d be all mine, but for now, I’d let her have her fill.
She thought she wasn’t good at sex? I’d have to just prove her wrong.
I slid my hand underneath her panties, cupping her bare, and she shot off like a rocket, rocking her hips against me.
“You’re drenched. Just a few kisses, a bare touch, and you’re wet for me.”
“It’s a problem.”
I grinned. “No, baby, I don’t think it’s a problem.”
I looked around the kitchen and frowned. “We sure do like kitchens.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I do. You deserve a bed. At least for what I have planned for you.”
Her eyes widened, and in the next breath, I slid my hand from beneath her panties and lifted her into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I carried her into the bedroom, nipping at her lips.
I set her gently on the bed, and in quick work, I undid the buttons of her blouse.
She tugged at my belt, and I smiled, sliding it off.
“I need to see you.”
“Patience.”
She shook her head. “I have zero patience right now.”
“Okay, we can work with that.”
I stripped her quickly as she pulled on my clothes. It was fast, and we laughed, and I knew that this would be a temptation I wouldn’t be able to walk away from. Not without breaking her.
But the recklessness in me didn’t care at that moment.
I shoved my jeans down, taking my boxer briefs with them.
My cock sprang free, bouncing against my stomach, as I kicked off my jeans.
Felicity’s jaw dropped, and I grinned.
“Take off those panties, and I’ll get your bra.”
“Um. Um.” She licked her lips, her eyes on my cock, and I just grinned.
“Like what you see?”
“You have um. Well. Did that hurt?”
I looked down at the four barbells on my dick and shrugged. “When I first did it? Yeah. It doesn’t hurt now. Actually, it feels really good.”
“So, it makes you feel good?”
I licked my lips before moving quickly to undo her bra. The straps fell to the side as her breasts fell heavy, her nipples hard points. I leaned forward and pinched her nipple slightly.
A gasp escaped her.
“It was just a pinch and a little sore at first. Just like my nipples.”
She looked up then and blinked. “How have I never noticed you have hoops in your nipples?”
“I don’t always wear them out like this. Especially if I’m at the lake or something with your family. Don’t think everybody in your family needs to see all of my piercings.”
“Nobody in my family better see all of your piercings,” she said pointedly, staring at my dick once more.
I laughed and ran my hand through her hair.
“They won’t. The barbells are going to feel really fucking good inside you. Like an extra ribbed condom.”
“And they don’t break through the condom?”
I shook my head. “Not the ones I have. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”
She bit her lip and looked up at me. “I’m on birth control. And well, I’m clean. I just had my physical.”
I groaned, fisting myself.
“Felicity, don’t tell me things like that.”
“What? I want to know what it feels like.”
“The thought of having you bare is nearly making me come right now. But fuck. Damn. Okay.”
“Okay!”
She looked so damn cute right there, and I couldn’t help but shake my head. “Okay. I’m clean too. Promise.”
“I trust you.”
I held back a groan, wondering why she should. But there was no going back now.
Instead, I leaned forward again and took her lips.
When she reached out and gripped the base of my dick, my hips flexed.
“Felicity.”
“What? I just want to feel.”
“It’s all yours.”
She grinned then, exploring my cock, squeezing, her hands go up and down my length. When she tapped the barbells, my dick twitched, and her eyes widened.
“Oh. Well.”
“Baby, you’re killing me here.”
“Sorry,” she said but didn’t look sorry in the least.
“Can you get blowjobs like this?”
“Yes, you just have to be careful with your teeth. They’re far enough back that it’s not actually a problem like it would be with a Prince Albert.”
“Oh. I’m learning all sorts of new things today.”
“My precious little flower. I can teach you so much more. But your mouth is not going on my cock right now.”
“Why?” she pouted.
“Because I’d like to be able to last more than thirty seconds.”
“Problem because you’re an old man?” she teased.
Growling, I took her hair in my fist and tugged her face up to mine. She stood there, my cock against her belly, her nipples against my skin.
“I’ll show you what an old man can do.”
I bent down and took her mouth. She tasted sweet and like everything I craved.