21. Liv
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
LIV
I wake panting, whimpering, my insides already fighting a battle I wasn’t present for.
In all honesty, I didn’t drink all that much last night—it’s the middle of the week, for one, and I’m not much of an alcohol fan, when I’m not trying to forget shit like the guy I’ve been fucking hanging out with his girlfriend and her parents. But with Callum’s message in mind, I took an herbal sleeping aid.
Callum’s not the only freaky person here. I liked waking up with him deep inside me. I might not have been very fond of him at the time, but that part was a trip.
This time, my hands are free, and I’m face down on my mattress. After a week of his expensive box spring, I can see what he meant about my lumpy bed. But observations about the springs digging into my skin don’t take up my mind for long. Not really understanding what he’s done to my body means that I’m sensitive in various areas without truly expecting it. My nipples, my clit, my pussy and ass all are aching with need.
Callum’s plunging into me prone bone, his cock punching my damn g-spot like it’s a boxing match. I can tell he’s close, by his grunts and his shallower, faster thrusts, and so am I.
It feels like I’m cheating somehow, like reading the end of the book at the beginning, going straight to the happy, happy ending. I scream into my pillow as my body races towards my climax.
“Holy fuck!” I grunt, toes curling.
“Bloody hell, love, you’re gripping my cock so fucking tight !” Callum surges forward, groaning, and does it again. “Come for me. I need you to come right now , Olivia.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I feel my body giving in, plummeting into the abyss with him.
Fuck , this is amazing.
Still breathing hard, Callum drops on top of me, and buries his face in my neck. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty.” He kisses my cheek, then chuckles, as he pulls me against him, so there’s enough room for both of us on the tiny bed.
His hand immediately flies between my legs, seeking my clit.
“How do you have so much energy?” I groan, feeling his already-hardening cock against my back. “Aren’t men supposed to need a second to recover?”
“I’m twenty-four, not forty, you little minx.” He snorts. “Besides, I don’t wank.”
My eyes widen. “You don’t?”
“No. Why would I when there are so many holes to fuck?”
Damn him and his clever fingers, but my body’s already tingling with need.
“I mean, I ended up fucking my hand a fair few times that month when I was watching you dance at the club,” Callum admits. “But as a general rule, I don’t see the appeal. I’d much rather reserve all my cum for you.”
I snort. “And they say romance is dead.”
“You don’t want romance. You wanna wake up with a cock in your cunt.” He chuckles against my ear. “Damn. Caden would be so fucking jealous if I told him how much you like this.”
That doesn’t make much sense. “Caden?”
I don’t really understand how Callum’s cousin figures in the current situation.
“Mmhmm.” His mouth moves back to my neck.
“He’d want to fuck me?” That’s highly surprising to me.
I’ve only seen his cousin that one time at the restaurant, but I absolutely didn’t get that vibe from him—unlike all of his friends.
“He’d want to fuck you while you’re asleep, for sure.” Callum snorts. “We’re alike in more ways than one, he and I. He’s always had a thing for somnophilia. Technically, it’s his kink. He mentioned it to me. I never thought to try until you were right there, vulnerable, and ripe for the taking.”
“You’re such a predator,” I say, and it’s very much the truth.
But the thing is, I am willing prey, and he knows it.
Still, at the back of my mind, I wonder whether he’s capable of doing this sort of thing to a woman who wouldn’t be into it.
My answer is immediate and vehement: no.
Callum only ever reaches pleasure from my own satisfaction. He needs me to come. He wants to take me like a savage but he wants me to like it.
Caden, on the other hand? I’m not so sure.
“Yes, my delicious little prey. I truly am.”
“And your cousin…” I hesitate. “He does that sort of thing often?”
Callum takes a minute to think. “I don’t think so, no. I mean, it’s not that easy to find girls—or guys—open to the idea. It takes a fair bit of trust.”
He’s right. If I didn’t trust him, I certainly wouldn’t have taken valerian specifically intending on letting him do whatever he pleased with my body while I was out of it.
“But I know he’s paid some people to play out his little fantasy, a few times.”
It makes absolute sense—why resort to violence when cash can get him what he wants?—and I shouldn’t be shocked. Isn’t that the Noble way? He paid me, too. And so long as they consented to do it, it doesn’t matter whether it’s for money or because they find it hot.
“That’s a pretty sweet gig. Earning money while you sleep.”
“I’m not sure they think so the next day. Caden is probably a rough motherfucker.” I feel Callum’s chuckle against my back. “Ugh, I hate your bed. Come home with me.”
I’m the one who made a point of coming here, but now we’re on the hard, lumpy piece of furniture, and I decide I hate my bed too. “Okay.”
There are things which are just not worth arguing about. Sleeping on this torture device definitely is one of them.
“Do you have a suitcase? You should bring some things, so you don’t have to rush back to get changed or whatever.”
This, I should probably argue against. I come back to campus daily to study in any case; popping back by my room is no hardship.
But it would be awfully convenient to have a few things at his place, given how much time I’m spending there. And I’m too tired, content, and practical to shoot myself in the foot.
“Sure.”