10. Callahan
Chapter Ten
CALLAHAN
Gemini
Rocky roads often lead to the best destinations. Embrace the chaos.
She didn’t have to ask me twice. The moment those words were out of her mouth, my cock surged to life in my pants, ready to meet her demands. If she wanted to scream, I could make her throat so fucking raw that she wouldn’t be able to talk the next day.
I opened the car door for her, and watched her slide in, crossing her tan legs as she buckled herself in. That dress she wore had been torturing me all night. Every small movement accentuated her curves and made it incredibly difficult to process my thoughts.
“Where to?” I asked once inside the car. Her cinnamon scent filled the small space and then I felt her hand on my thigh.
“I’m on the corner of Calypso and Neptune.”
I knew exactly where that was. The engine revved beneath my feet as I peeled away from the curb, zipping in and out between cars.
Was I going the speed limit? No. Stella’s hand kept inching closer to my hard cock and I needed to get inside her as quickly as possible.
And this time, I wouldn’t be coming in my pants.
“Wow. You really know your way around the city for just moving here,” Stella remarked.
“I’m a fast learner.”
Her fingers skated down my length and my cock surged against her warm palm. I spread my legs wider for her, letting her feel every inch of me. Letting her know exactly what she did to me and how much I wanted her.
And holy fuck, did I really want her. I hadn’t thought of anything since I’d met her.
Which was really fucking inconvenient with Carmine breathing down my neck, looking for an update.
But I had no leads. No one was talking and the footage I was able to gather from nearby cameras was grainy at best, absent at worst. The rain made it impossible to discern who could have killed him.
All I had was an approximate height and weight.
The rest was anyone’s guess. But Carmine wanted them caught and wouldn’t rest until blood had been spilled.
My hips began thrusting up so I could feel the friction of Stella’s hand moving against my dick. “You’re so hard for me,” she said, a sly smile spread across her beautiful face. God, the things I wanted to do to that mouth alone. Fuck.
Thankfully, she didn’t live too far away, and I was pulling into a free spot a few buildings past hers. When the car stopped, she removed her hand, but I caught it with mine. She looked at me, dark, brown eyes searching my face.
“What is it?” She asked.
“I just wanted to take a look at you one last time before I make you mine.”
That blush was back dusting the apples of her cheeks, and her long lashes fluttered in response. “Yours, huh?”
“If you’ll have me,” I said, tucking her hair behind her ear with my free hand. My fingers skated down her jaw line, gripping her chin gently. She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.
“Then you better come upstairs with me.”
We exited the car, and I followed closely behind, my hands glued to her hip like I was afraid if I wasn’t touching her, she would float away from me. Truthfully, I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to feel every inch of her and commit it to memory.
When she led me up the stairs to her apartment, I took my time watching her ass in that red dress, loving the way it rode up her thighs as she climbed.
She fumbled for her keys when we got to her door and then spun around mouth open. “Oh no! I forgot my flowers.”
I grabbed her hips and pushed her against the wall. “Don’t worry. I’ll buy you as many flowers as you want.”
“Even if I want enough flowers to fill my entire apartment?”
I leaned into her, nose brushing against hers. “I’d fill the whole building if that’s what you wanted.”
She smiled and then tilted her head slightly fluttering her eyes closed.
She was so close I could feel her breath against my lips.
I closed the space between us, melding our mouths together, softly at first like I was testing to see how she would react to me.
Her lips were so soft as they moved against mine.
She tasted like cotton candy. So sweet and full of sugar.
Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, nails scraping against my scalp.
Her teeth bit down on my bottom lip and my cock surged.
My hips thrust up against her, feeling her body flush against my front and her back bumped against the door, rattling its hinges.
Her mouth opened for me, teasing the seam of my lips with her tongue. My hips kept moving up into her and I groaned, needing more.
“Get a room!” A voice scolded from behind us. We broke apart and saw an older woman glaring at us from across the hall.
She slammed her door, and Stella and I both looked at each other, bursting out laughing. The red lipstick she’d been wearing was smeared and her dark eyes were glistening with mischief.
“Probably should let you in so Mrs. Hilder doesn’t call the super and complain about her free show.”
I backed up and watched as she unlocked the door. What I wasn’t expecting was to see an array of knives sticking out of her wall.
“Uh—”
“Oh. Yeah.” She flicked her hand at it like it was inconsequential. “I throw knives for fun.”
My eyebrows shot up as I tracked how many there were. “Impressive,” I said, turning my attention back to her. In the time I’d been studying her hobby, she’d managed to slip out of her dress and shoes and was standing before me, playing with the strap of her red bra.
“Fuck,” I huffed out. “You’re beautiful.”
“And you’re wearing too many clothes,” she quipped.
Smiling, I tugged at my tie, loosening it until it pulled free.
Then she walked over, running her hands over my chest before starting to unbutton my dress shirt.
I’d opted for my nicest one I owned, a dark gray that paired well with my pressed black pants.
Her fingers made quick work of the buttons, and I let her tug my arms out of the sleeves, loving how in control she was.
She knew exactly what she wanted, and I was ready to give that to her.
Her mouth found mine again as she worked on my pants next.
The fabric slid down my legs, pooling at my feet.
I followed her to the bed that was partly unmade and then felt her hands spin me so that I was falling down onto the mattress.
Looking up, she towered over me, dark hair spilling over her shoulders and chest.
“Take off your underwear,” she said, eyes trailing over my body.
I did as asked, palming my cock in my hand to squeeze out some of the tension that had built up. There was pre-cum leaking from the tip, that I wiped off with my thumb and used to coat my length.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, realizing mine were over in my pants.
“Nightstand,” she said, tilting her head to where it was.
I opened the drawer and rummaged around in there, noting it was full of menus and a few other regular junk drawer things. Batteries, bookmarks, a flash drive. Ahah. Condoms. They were all the way in the back.
“Got it!” I closed the nightstand and waved the condom wrapper at her with a smile.
She gave me a funny look I didn’t know how to decipher, but then it swiftly morphed into that same sultry smile I was quickly becoming addicted to. She took her underwear off and tossed it on the floor.
“Lay back,” she said, grabbing the condom from me.
I liked how fucking bossy she was. My head hit the pillow, and I watched her slowly open the wrapper using her teeth.
She spit the foil out from her pouty mouth and pulled out the condom with her fingers.
Her hands worked to pull the condom down my raging hard length.
It pulsated as she touched me, wanting more.
Her mouth popped open as she saw exactly how big I was.
And fuck me, that mouth. It was begging to be filled.
Like she read my mind, she bent down and licked the tip, coating my cock in her spit.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” My hands found the back of her head, and I urged her further down my length.
She took me easily, widening her jaw and using her tongue to lick down my pulsating veins.
I hit the back of her throat, thrusting up into her perfect mouth, but she didn’t gag.
Instead, her hands found my thighs, and she held onto them as she continued sucking me off.
“Stella, holy fuck. You keep doing that and I’m going to come,” I warned. My balls were seizing up, and heat was spreading all along the base of my spine.
She let go of my cock with a loud pop and smiled. “Can’t have that. You’re not allowed to come yet.”
“Is that right?”
She nodded, crawling up my body and straddling my hips. Her right hand gripped my dick while her left was pressed down on my chest. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
Fucking hell. She was the perfect woman. I might have just fallen in love because, damn.
“Are you going to ride me so I can watch?” I asked.
She nodded. “I know how much you like watching me.”
And I did. I watched as she sank all the way down on me slowly, her head tilted back and her red stained mouth dropped open. I wanted to remember this. To etch it into my brain so I could replay it over and over again.
“Let me see these,” I begged, palming her breasts. I’d been dreaming of those pierced nipples for days.
“Say please,” she said, rocking her hips up and down on my cock.
“Please,” I groaned, matching her movements. Her pussy was so fucking tight and wet— I was losing my fucking mind trying to not to come already.
Her hands went to her front and unclasped her bra from between her breasts.
Oh shit. I didn’t know they made bras like that.
She tossed the red bra onto the floor and her tits spilled out, letting me see those pierced nipples I’d been dreaming of.
I sat up on my elbows and rolled my tongue around one, feeling the metal glide into my mouth.
She moaned and shuddered around me. Oh, she liked that.
A lot, because one of her hands found the back of my neck and her nails scratched against my scalp.
My teeth gently scraped against her flesh, and she gripped me by the hair aggressively, making me look up at her. “Suck on my tits like a good little boy and I might let you come.”
Shit. My hips thrust up into her harder and I sunk my mouth down onto her breast, teasing her piercing with my tongue. I lapped at it, swirling my tongue around it, then switched to the other one, grabbing her breasts hard enough to leave my fingerprints behind. I liked the idea of marking her up.
Her back arched as she continued to ride me. I fucking loved seeing her take me like this. Taking her pleasure from me. Her pussy fluttered around my cock, squeezing hard with every rock of my hips.
She grabbed me by the chin and forced my head to look up at her again.
“Are you ready to come for me?” She asked, lids half closed and breath coming in fast.
I nodded.
“Good, because I’m about to come all over your cock.”
A whimper slid up my throat, sounding like I was being strangled. I wanted, no, needed to feel her coming. I let her set the pace, holding myself to the same steady rhythm, listening to our bodies slap together. My cock surged as her pussy clenched around me tighter.
“Oh fuck!” She yelled. Her eyes clenched tight, but I smacked her hard on the ass.
“Let me see you,” I said.
She opened those dark brown eyes of hers and looked straight at me. Her pupils were blown wide and her eyebrows pinched together as she tumbled into her orgasm. Electric shocks shot up and down my spine spilling into my cock as I filled up the condom.
Both of us clung to each other for support, my body shaking from the exertion. Nothing had ever felt so good, or so right.
I kissed her on her shoulder before she slid off me and padded into the bathroom. I watched her hips swaying as she went, feeling a swell of possessiveness over seeing that red welt on her ass in the shape of my hand.
There might have been a million reasons why this was a bad idea, but right now I couldn’t remember a single one.
All that mattered was that for once in my life I was happy, and I was desperate to stay that way.
And the only way for that to happen was to make sure, somehow, I could have Stella in my life. As mine.