Chapter 17
Felicity
“You taste too good,” Callum growled against my lips before he licked down my neck and over my breasts. I lay on the bed, arms above my head, arching for him.
“We’re going to be late.”
“I’ll have to be quicker, then.”
He nibbled down my body, licking at my thighs, before he spread me and sucked on my clit. I groaned, sharp waves of pain and pleasure sliding up my back and tightening my nipples as he continued to devour me.
“I can’t, I can’t.”
Apparently, I couldn’t even finish a sentence.
Because he continued to lick at me until all I could see were stars, and my thighs clamped around his head.
He groaned against me before he sat up and took me into his arms.
“We don’t have that much longer. I have to get you dressed.”
“You’re the one who took my dress off,” I growled the words, nipping at his lips before I pushed him back on the bed. He let out a laugh and slid his hands behind his head, staring up at me with those dark eyes as I wiggled down his body.
He had shown up at my house to pick me up for dinner, and with one look at the wrap dress I wore, he closed the door behind him and threw me over his shoulder in a fireman carry.
And that’s how I found myself naked on my bed and now positioned between his legs.
I kneeled between his thighs and licked to the base of his cock.
“Baby, you do not have to do this. I want to come inside you.”
“Maybe later. I really, really want you to come down my throat.”
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as I licked up his shaft, careful of his piercings.
“We both know I’m not going to last long, especially with your tongue sliding along the slit right there.”
I fluttered my eyelashes, trying to look as innocent as possible, as I licked up his length and opened my mouth wide in order to take him in. The salty taste coated my tongue, and I groaned, rubbing the tip of my tongue along the ridge of his cock.
He groaned again, sliding his fingers through my hair and tugging.
“Felicity, you’re playing with fire.”
“Well, I need my meal too.”
And then I opened my mouth wider and swallowed him whole.
With the piercings, it was a little more difficult than a normal blow job, but then again, this was Callum Ashford.
There was nothing normal about him. I bobbed my head, continuing to hollow my cheeks as I sucked him down. He groaned, lifting his hips so he went even deeper down my throat, so I swallowed hard, letting the tip tap the back of my throat.
He froze, his whole body shaking as I breathed through my nose and took him even deeper.
“Fuck,” he drawled out—the word a guttural moan.
I slid up again before taking him deeper, gagging slightly with my eyes watering as he tugged on my hair and buried my face closer to his hips.
“Your mouth is so fucking good. That’s it, take my cock. Take it all.”
I nodded, humming along his length as we angled so he could slide his cock in and out of my mouth, deeper and deeper, until I was gagging, tears sliding down my cheeks, and he was fucking my face.
I loved every moment of it, every taste of him, and when he finally pulled out of me, I groaned, my lips swollen.
“You weren’t done yet.”
“I don’t fucking care.”
He crushed his mouth to mine, and before I could do anything, my ass was in the air, face pressed against the comforter as he stood at the edge of the bed and slammed deep inside me. We both froze, my knees shaking as the feeling of his piercings rubbed along the inside of me and made my toes curl.
“Callum.”
“I’m so fucking deep this way. Am I hurting you?”
I shook my head against the comforter, my hands digging into the mattress.
“No. It feels so good. Fuck me. Please. I need to come again.”
“We’re going to be so fucking late,” he growled. Then he slid out of me and licked up my spine before slamming home again.
He moved in and out of me, slowly at first, until there was nothing but groans and heat and pants.
And when he slid his fingers over my clit, I came, my knees giving out so I lay face down on the bed while he continued to fuck me.
Then his fingers were at my ass, slowly using my own juices to make it easier for him to slide one digit in.
I froze, and he did the same, and I let out a breath.
“Callum.”
“That’s it. Just take one finger. Just like we practiced. You’ve got this, baby.”
“I really don’t think your cock is going to fit in there. I’m just saying.”
“We’ve got time to practice.”
And then he was working himself in and out of me, his finger in my ass, his cock in my pussy, and I just realized at this moment that I had never known it could be like this. Nor had I known I could even say the words that were currently escaping my mouth.
When I finally came again, Callum took both hands, gripped my hips, and slammed into me.
“Felicity,” he growled, filling me with his cock, as he hovered over me, both of us wet, slick, and shaking.
My phone buzzed, and I looked down at the alarm next to my face, since my cell phone had bounced along the mattress, and let out a breath.
“We have twenty minutes to shower and get to my parents. They’re going to know that you just fucked their daughter on her bed, aren’t they?”
“I hope to hell not. Your brother is going to kick my ass.”
“Be more afraid of my father,” I teased.
Callum let out a breath and kissed my shoulder.
“Let’s go get cleaned up and have dinner with your parents.”
“Don’t sound so scared,” I said as I let him help me off the bed.
“Not scared. More worried this will be my last meal.”
“My parents love you. You know that, right?”
He frowned at me as we made our way to the shower.
“They do. But I’m going to dinner as the person seeing their daughter. Not the person who’s best friends with their son. It’s a little different.”
“Maybe. Or maybe not. Honestly, I don’t think they’re going to make it too weird. I mean, nothing’s really changed, right?”
He stared at me then as he turned on the shower, and I knew I was losing my mind because, of course, things had changed.
I didn’t know where we were going or what would happen next, but I was about to have dinner with my parents and Callum.
That meant something. I just didn’t know what at this point.
How was I just supposed to tell him that I was falling in love with him? Or probably had already done so.
I hadn’t meant to. I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, but there was no going back.
And frankly, I didn’t want to go back. Nothing was like how I thought it would be when I had come home to Ashford Creek, but I wasn’t sure what I could have ever hoped for.
A man I was falling for? He treated me like I was special.
Not spun glass, not so fragile that I would fracture with a heavy breath or deep kiss. But someone valued.
My job would be forever changed, and I didn’t know what would happen next. Or how I was supposed to continue on as the sole owner of the accounting firm, but I was learning. And I would make it work. For Gregory’s legacy and my own.
My family was here. I was making friends.
Even Fiona was treating me decently.
I had found my home in Ashford Creek, and I had found my home in Callum Ashford.
I just needed to figure out exactly what to do with that.
Thankfully, my hair had made it through our intense session, impromptu as it was. So I fluffed it out, redid part of my makeup, and we were in his truck and on our way to my parents’ house, only a couple of blocks away, in a few minutes.
It was Ashford Creek, however, so everywhere was only a few blocks away.
“Why am I nervous? This is not my first time meeting your parents or going to a dinner where I’m meeting the parents of someone I’m seeing. And I’m fucking nervous.”
“I don’t know why that makes me so relaxed to hear, but it does.”
“Are you a sadist and I didn’t know?” he asked, raising a brow. “Maybe we should talk about that later.”
I pressed my thighs together and glared at him. “Really? You’re going to get me turned on before we head into my parents’ house? Mean.”
He looked down at my thighs, which he noticed were now pressed together, and smirked.
“At least you can hide your evidence.” He looked down at his crotch, and I held back a laugh at where his cock strained against his dark jeans.
“Well, think about baseball. Or whatever it is you need to think about. Because if you go in there walking with a hard-on and limp, my dad will murder you.”
“Thank you for that. I’m really glad that you’re so helpful here.”
He grumbled under his breath as he parked in front of my parents’ house, and I bit my lip.
“Okay. We passed the gauntlet of our siblings already, so we can do this. I mean, my parents are totally okay, right?”
“I thought you were the one that was supposed to be making me relax,” he said dryly as he undid my seatbelt and reached across the truck to unlock the door for me.
“Don’t hop out. You’re going to hurt yourself in those heels.”
I had barely even begun to breathe again after inhaling his sandalwood scent from when he had leaned across from me, and I knew I had it bad.
There was just something about Callum, and it was probably a problem.
I shook my head, and I did indeed wait for him to come around the truck and help me down. There were runners, but I had nearly fallen on my face the day before, and now he was being a little overprotective.
I slid my hand into his for reassurance as we walked our way up the path to my parents’ home, the home I had just recently lived in, and squeezed.
“We’ve got this.”
“If you say so,” he mumbled.
My lips twitched, and I didn’t know what I was going to say before my dad opened the door and glared at us.
“You’re late.” He folded his arms over his wide chest, nearly as strong as he had been when he’d been the fire captain.
“My fault.”
My dad gave me a look before nodding tightly at Callum. “Okay then. Let’s go watch the game. Atlas is on the ice and in a pissy mood from what I can see.”
“Wait. I thought the game wasn’t until four. Am I wrong?”