24. Callum #2
I take her mouth in a deep, bruising kiss, my hands cupping her bare ass, kneading the soft flesh until she lets out a quiet gasp.
Still kissing her like a man dying of thirst, I fall backward onto the mattress, taking her with me so she lands right on top of my chest. I roll us over until she’s beneath me, using my knees to nudge her legs apart.
When she finally pulls back to catch her breath, her chest is heaving, her dark hair splayed across the pillowcases like a dark halo.
“First I’m going to taste you,” I murmur into the dip of her collarbone, my fingers hooking into the waistband of the cream thong and dragging it down her thighs, off her ankles, and onto the floor. “Then I’m going to fill you up.”
I look up into her eyes, holding her gaze as I lean down until my lips are hovering an inch from hers. “I’m not taking my sweet time right now, Rowley. I’m fucking you tonight.”
A slow smile curves her lips, her eyes flashing. “Then stop talking and do it, McKinley.”
I nip sharply at her plump lower lip before sliding down her body, using my hands to spread her legs wide.
She’s absolute perfection—pretty, pink, and so slick and wet for me already that the sweet scent of her fills the small space between us. I get straight to work, leaning down to press my mouth directly to her pussy.
I love the taste of her. It’s warm, sweet, and faintly salty, a flavor that’s entirely Winifred, completely addictive, and completely mine right now.
I swirl the flat of my tongue around her clit, taking long, rhythmic licks from top to bottom before pressing my mouth flat against her and sucking gently.
“Oh, god,” she gasps, her back arching off the mattress instantly.
Her fingers fly to the white cotton sheets, gripping the fabric tight. She lets out a succession of breathless, high-pitched moans, her heels digging hard into the mattress as she tries to wriggle upward to escape the intensity of it all.
“Stay right there,” I growl against her skin, sliding my hands down to hook beneath her ass, lifting her slightly and pinning her right where I want her so she can’t move an inch.
I double my pace, my tongue working fast and hard against her knot of nerves while two of my fingers slide easily into her slick tight heat, pumping steadily inside her.
“Callum…oh my god,” she pants out, her voice cracking. Her hands leave the sheets to tangle into my hair, holding my head flush against her as her hips start rolling to match the rhythm of my mouth.
Her hips buck wildly as her voice hitches into a high-pitched, gasping sound. “Cal, I’m—oh god, I’m going—”
She trembles, coming right over my fingers and my mouth, her body contracting around me in tight, wet pulses.
I don’t stop. I keep my tongue swirling over her swollen clit, riding out every last wave of her release, drawing out a scream that tears straight from her throat.
A second later, her eyes snap wide open, full of panic, like she only just remembered we’re in an inn with thin walls and a bustling kitchen downstairs.
I lift my head, wiping my mouth and mustache with the back of my hand, a possessive smirk pulling at my lips. “That’s my good girl,” I rasp, my breath hot against her inner thigh. “Don’t hold back now. I want to hear every fucking bit of it.”
I’m already aching and rock-hard again. Without giving her much time to recover, I shift up her body, split her knees wider, and drive straight inside her—sliding almost entirely to the hilt in one deep thrust.
Winifred screams again, this time calling my name, the sound muffled as she buries her face into the curve of my shoulder. Her eyes flutter shut, her chest heaving as she takes a long, slow breath in through her nose, adjusting to the stretch of me.
“Fuck,” I choke out, my own head falling against her neck as I try to catch my breath. The feeling of her is so overwhelming, slick and tight. “Fuck, Win. You feel so good. Jesus…too good. Like you were made for this. For me.”
She wraps her long legs around my waist, her heels digging hard into the backs of my thighs, pulling me in as deep as I can physically go. I start a slow rhythm, rolling my hips into hers while I lean down, my breath fanning over her damp temple.
“Tell me what you like,” I murmur, my voice rough against her skin as I keep thrusting. “What’s going to make you come again?”
She doesn’t answer right away. For a long, quiet stretch of seconds, she just lies there under me, her hands smoothed over my back, relishing the feel of us moving together while the bedframe creaks under our weight.
Finally, she swallows hard, opening her eyes and pointing a trembling finger toward the bedside table. “In my purse,” she pants out. “My…vibrator is inside.”
I still completely inside her, blinking once before barking out a disbelieving laugh. “You bring a vibrator out with you? Is that a normal thing?”
Winifred smiles up at me, entirely unbothered. “It is for me.”
“You were leaving to go to dinner with your parents,” I say, a breathless chuckle rumbling in my chest as I stare down at her, “and you thought to yourself, ‘Hey, let me just grab my vibrator just in case?’”
She winks, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. “You never know when a hot Scottish man might decide to take you upstairs and fuck you senseless.”
I laugh again, leaning down to press a quick, hard kiss to her mouth. “Unbelievable.”
I pull out of her slick heat with a soft sound that makes us both groan, leaning over to fumble with the strap of her small black leather purse.
I unzip the main compartment and pull out a tiny, pale beige bullet vibrator.
The surface is impossibly soft, matte silicone that feels almost like skin under my calloused thumb.
Once I have it, I realign myself between her legs and push right back inside her in one smooth, heavy stroke.
“Fuck,” she gasps, her head tossing back against the white pillows. “You’re so big, Cal.”
I lean down to capture her lips, holding the kiss while my hand reaches between us to flick the small power button on. The vibration hums against my palm. Winifred reaches down, her warm fingers wrapping over mine, guiding the toy right to her clit.
The moment it settles into place, she arches off the mattress with a quiet whine. “Oh, god…yes. Right there. That feels so fucking good.”
She hooks her legs back around my waist, her ankles locking behind my lower back as she gently urges me forward with her hips. “I need more of you,” she whispers into the kiss. “Deeper, Cal. Please.”
I pant, resting my weight on one elbow while my other hand holds the vibrator steady. “I don’t want to hurt you, Win.”
“You won’t,” she says softly, her eyes searching mine with complete, unshielded trust. “You won’t hurt me.”
I reach down, lifting her hips higher, angling her pelvis closer to my waist, and then shove myself all the way in until my pubic bone is pressed tight against hers, completely buried inside her.
Winifred yanks at the white cotton sheets by her sides, crying out as the combination of the deep full stretch and the buzz against her clit hits her all at once.
I slide my mouth down her throat, settling over the peak of her breast, taking her dusky nipple into my mouth and sucking firmly through the lingering sensation.