Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
Birdie
“Cal,” I whine as he paints kisses down my torso, lowering to his knees on the tile floor.
After four rounds of sex last night, I was too sore to go again this morning, so we jumped in the shower to wash off our dried sweat and cum. However, the washing didn’t last long after I pressed my lips to Callum’s. He backed me up against the shower wall, caging me in with his fingers splayed on either side of my head.
My mouth parts as I stare down at Callum, naked and on his knees for me. Water drips from his inky black hair, droplets landing on his pillowy lips. His blue eyes darken as he gazes up at me and places his hands on my trembling thighs. Steam bellows around his muscular frame as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.
He looks lethal.
Like a villain you think you can fix because they’re just so fucking hot.
His jaw flexes when his gaze lowers to my center, his lips directly in front of my aching pussy. His tongue peeks out to swipe across his bottom lip, telling me exactly what he wants. I rock my hips toward his face, silently begging him to do it already.
My brows furrow with need as I sink my fingers into his dark curls.
“Callum,” I whine. “Please.”
“Tell me,” he demands. “What do you want?”
“Kiss me…I need your mouth on me.”
He cocks his head to the side and arches a brow.
“Where do you want my mouth?”
I stare down at him and shake my head, feeling a bit shy about doing the whole dirty talk thing. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when he says vile things to me. And I want to say them back…
I just need to get more comfortable with it, I guess. Callum is the only man who could break me out of my shell, and he knows it.
“Tell me, Birdie,” he pushes. “Tell me exactly where you want my mouth.”
He spurs me on by barely grazing the tip of his tongue against my swollen clit. And any sense of embarrassment I felt flies out the fucking window. I suddenly need his tongue and lips devouring my core.
“God,” I whimper, tossing my head back against the shower wall.
“Use your words, baby.” He parts my seam, barely rubbing his tongue against my flesh.
Fuck. I need more. I need it now.
When I look down, I almost come at the sight of Callum on his knees before me. He’s so fucking sexy. I want this man to eat me alive .
“My clit,” I beg breathlessly. “My pussy. Everywhere. I need you everywhere.”
His tongue freezes at my words.
“Good fucking hell,” he curses, lifting my right thigh and tossing it over his shoulder so I’m completely open for him. “You’re going to be the death of me, Birdie Wren.”
Then, he dives in.
I let out a strangled moan when his lips surround my erect clit and suck the sensitive bud into his hot mouth. My abs tighten as he runs a hand up my stomach and cups my breast.
He kneads my flesh between his large fingers before finding my nipple and giving it a firm pinch. My heart rate spikes as he continues to play with my tortured peak while switching between gently licking and ferociously sucking.
“ Oh, God ,” I shudder when he lowers his head and swipes his tongue between my soaked slit. He gets as close to my entrance as possible, careful not to slip inside with how sore I am this morning. But he gets close enough to drive me fucking wild.
He lets out a deep groan that vibrates against my pussy when I pull at the strands of his hair, rocking my hips against his hungry lips.
“Such a needy fucking girl,” he growls before tugging my clit between his teeth. “Needy for the thing that only I can give you.”
And he’s right. No man has ever made me come like Callum. Hell, it’s a miracle if I come by the hands of anyone but myself.
Callum would worship my body until the end of time, not stopping until I let go for him.
When he sucks both of my pussy lips into his mouth, putting an immense amount of pressure on my clit, I detonate .
“C-Cal!” I scream, my body quivering as the veins in my neck strain.
“Mmmm,” he hums against me. “So fucking good. I’m going to lick this pussy clean.”
My breath gets stuck in my throat as my body jerks and shakes. My eyes roll back as my orgasm powers through me.
My insides spasm and contract as Callum kisses my most sensitive areas until I’m wrung dry. He laps at my spent core, slowly licking up every last drop I have to offer him.
I take him by surprise when I yank on his curls, using all my strength to pull him up to a standing position. He doesn't have time to question me before I slam my mouth to his in a hungry kiss. I push my tongue past his lips and reach down to stroke his stiff cock. It’s practically throbbing in my hand, matching the rhythm of our dueling tongues.
An exacerbated breath blows from Callum’s chest as I quickly spin us around and push his back against the shower wall.
He’s at the mercy of me now.
“Fuck, baby,” he pants as I kiss my way down his torso and lower to my knees before him.
His cock stands tall between us, bobbing directly in front of my face. The vein that runs up the center pulses with need, leading to his glistening tip. The stretched skin flushes to a purplish-red, begging for my lips to put him out of his misery.
I’ve never wanted something in my mouth more than I want his cock at this very moment. I want the salty taste of him on my tongue. I want to feel him deep inside the hollow of my throat.
I want all of the things I’ve never wanted with another man.
I used to hate giving head. But with Callum, it feels like a fucking reward .
“Birdie Wren… ” Callum grits out when my tongue swipes up his length before licking the bead of pre-cum at his tip. His cock twitches when I place a wet, sloppy kiss to the head.
“Fuck me, Birdie,” he begs. “Fuck me with that pretty mouth of yours. Fuuuuuu– ”
He trails off, fisting his hands in my hair as I wrap my lips around his cock and suck him down to the back of my throat. I smirk around his girth, gazing up at him with doe eyes before pulling out to the tip. I never break our stare as I torment him by slowly lowering my lips back down his straining erection.
His brows knit together with pleasure as he drops his hands to my neck. His thumbs sensually massage my pulse points before he sinks his hands into the hair at the nape of my neck.
He touches me with so much care. Like I’m sacred to him.
“Mmmm,” I moan around his dick, using one of my hands to cup his balls.
God, I love the taste of this man.
I roll his heavy sack between my fingers while bobbing up and down on his cock. I can tell he’s starting to lose control when his fingers pull at my scalp, rocking his hips against me. His breathing grows ragged as he begins to fuck my face.
His eagerness only spurs me on further. Tears spring from the corners of my eyes as I open my throat and take him impossibly deeper. I tug on his balls, loving the soft feel of them, as he thrusts into my mouth at a frantic speed.
A string of dirty words and phrases stream past his lips. I don’t even think he knows what he’s saying because his words are breathless and mumbled. He can barely form a coherent sentence. All because of me.
I’m doing this to him. And that thought alone is enough to make me come again.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”
“Suck me, Birdie. You can take more. ”
“Fuck, I can feel your throat.”
“Fuck, yes. Just like that.”
“God, I love you.”
“Take what’s yours, baby.”
“Those fucking lips. So pretty wrapped around my cock.”
Jesus Christ, his mouth.
I need to start taking notes and maybe write a romance novel inspired by Callum Pierce. The ladies would lose their damn minds.
When his entire body goes still, I wrap my arms around his muscular thighs and brace myself. His cock twitches in warning before thick spurts of cum shoot down my throat. I don’t have the choice to swallow or spit because he’s seated so deep inside of me.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want every drop of him. I feel the primal need to claim him in the exact way he’s claimed me.
“Gahhh…” he grunts as he empties himself down my throat and deep inside my belly.
Why does the thought of his cum being the first thing to fill my stomach before breakfast have my core tingling? I never thought I would enjoy anything more than my morning coffee. But this takes the cake.
I keep him in the warmth of my mouth until his cock begins to grow flaccid. He cups the sides of my face as I pepper kisses up his stomach and chest before standing and wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth before capturing my mouth in a sweet and tender kiss. My body melts into his as our tongues find their mate.
We kiss for what feels like hours. The water turns cold when we finally part for air.
My brows furrow in confusion when Callum drops his head and stares down at his feet before pushing his fingers through his wet hair. He inhales a perplexed breath as the icy water cascades against our sides.
My gut twists at his sudden change in demeanor. It’s then I realize that he hasn’t spoken a word since he came.
“Cal?” I whisper, skimming my fingers up and down the ripples of his abs.
He shakes his head and swallows thickly.
“What is it?” I ask while reaching for his stubbled jaw. He lifts his gaze until he’s staring back at me through glassy eyes. My heart breaks at the pain in his gaze.
“I’m just so sorry, Birdie,” he croaks. A thick drop of water rolls down his cheek, and I’m sure it’s not from the shower.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” he adds. “I’m sorry it took me so long to explain everything. I’m sorry that we lost so many years because of me. But most of all, I’m so sorry for ever making you think that you weren’t the most important person in the world to me. I’m just so fucking sorry.”
I step closer to him, plastering our naked bodies together and staring directly into his ocean eyes.
“Callum…” I breathe. “You don’t have to keep apologizing to me. ”
His chin quivers as his eyes flick between mine.
“I just…I feel like I don’t deserve you,” he rasps. “I wake up every day in disbelief that you’re back in my life. I never thought you could forgive me for what I did to you. In my eyes, what I did was unforgivable. And for you to be so selfless…to forgive me after leaving you like that…It’s hard for me to process, Birdie. How could someone so pure and good take someone like me back?”
I narrow my eyes at him and shake my head.
“What do you expect me to do?” I scoff. “Make you grovel? Ask you to get on your hands and knees and beg for my forgiveness for trying to protect me after your father gave you a fucking brain bleed? The only person I could never truly forgive is your piece of shit father. But Cal, you have to understand that I’ve already forgiven you. Don’t get me wrong, it kills me that we missed out on so much. It makes me sick just to think about it. But there’s nothing we can do to change the past. If we want to try to move forward, we can’t keep holding on to things we have no control over. You’re not a bad person, Cal. You never were. Your parents are shitty people, but you’re not. In fact, you’re the strongest person I know, Callum. You have no idea how much I admire you.”
He brings his hand up to where I’m cupping the side of his face. He intertwines our fingers before lowering my hand to his mouth and kissing each of my knuckles.
“Thank you, Birdie,” he utters, resting our locked hands between our chests. “I just… I hope you know that leaving you is my biggest regret in life. And… I’m so proud of you, Birdie. I always knew you would be successful, but you’ve turned out to be such an incredible woman. It fucking wrecks me to know that I’ve missed so many of your milestones, but God, I’m beyond thankful to have the opportunity to be here with you now. I never thought that we would be a possibility again. So, thank you. Thank you for giving me a second chance.”
I squeeze his hand in mine.
“I’m giving myself a second chance, too,” I smile softly. “A second chance at happiness. I’ve tried to make relationships work with other men. Men who were truly good down to their core. But I think you and I both know why nothing ever lasted. I want to give this a shot, Cal. After everything we’ve been through, we deserve to at least try.”
His jaw flexes, like he can’t stomach the thought of me with another man.
“Thank fuck it didn’t work out with anyone else,” he says lowly, leaning in until his lips brush mine. “Because you’re my girl, Birdie. You’ve always been mine. Just like I’ll always be yours.”
My lips tilt up in a smile before I close the distance. I kiss him like I did when we were eighteen.
I kiss him like he’s never going to leave me again.
But sometimes the choice isn’t our own, even if we want so badly to stay.