26. Callie
twenty-six
Callie
The faint scent of ocean and sandalwood still lingers on the shirt Eli gave me to wear as I slip it over my head and slide my arms through the holes. Lifting the collar to my nose, I take a deep, indulgent breath of his cologne.
I miss him so damn much. It’s only been a few days since he left, and while I feel his absence like a hole in my chest, today was the first day the loneliness didn’t darken my mood. In fact, it was one of the best days I’ve had in a very long time.
The unexpected arrival of Eli’s family chased away my blues. Teaching Rhys to play the guitar lit a spark inside me, and I look forward to our next lesson.
But the best part was spending the day with Eli’s sisters-in-law, Rylann and Emery, and their friend, Scarlett. They were so welcoming, in a way that made me feel normal. If their fun advice and exchange of phone numbers is anything to go by, I think I may have even made friends with them. To those sweet, funny women, I wasn’t Callie Wright; I was just Callie. I was just a girl talking to her friends about boy problems.
Tying the end of my braid with a clear rubber band, I replay the morning Eli left. His leaving disappointed me, but the heat in his eyes, the confidence in his voice, and the determination to keep me safe had me melting. But his lack of communication over the last few days has me worried.
My mind drifts to the conversation I had with the girls. They are convinced Eli likes me and I should seduce him. Maybe they’re right, and I should just throw down the gauntlet and see where the chips land. Okay, so that’s not the right saying, but you know what I mean.
I finish brushing my teeth and turn off the light before climbing onto the bed with my journal and pen. Under the glow of the bedside lamp, I take a deep breath, letting my feelings take over and form words. My pen captures them, molding them into stanzas and lyrics to be used when the melody finds me. Our tongues twine together Fire builds between my thighs His fingers find my desire My body is no longer mine I’m his to own, to fill completely We come together, our bodies one Desire and love, an explosion of lust Shattered, ripped apart But made whole in one thrust
My skin flushes, and my body tingles as I reread the words on the page and images of Eli consume me. As usual, my desire for the sexy man bleeds through the pages, sending my hormones into overdrive. My clit pulses, begging for relief.
Placing the notebook and pen on the bedside table, I lie back against the soft white pillows. Since I don’t have my vibrator, my fingers are going to have to make do for the night.
I glide my fingertips up the sides of my thighs in a soft, ticklish caress that makes my breath catch, and lift my shirt up over my stomach and breasts as I tuck it under my chin. My pussy weeps with arousal as the familiar scent of Eli’s masculine cologne fills my nose.
I picture the scene that usually plays in my head during my self-care sessions and let my hands act as if they were Eli’s.
He hovers over me, wearing nothing but his smug smirk, his thick length fully erect and lying heavy between my thighs. “Are you ready for this cock, princess?”
“Mh-mmm.” I moan as Eli’s mismatched eyes sparkle.
He notches his tip at my entrance as he plucks my nipples with his thick fingers before teasing me with licks and bites at the hardened peaks.
“Please,” I beg.
“Does my bratty little princess need to come?” he croons before bending his head and taking my nipple into his mouth.
“Yes, please. Make me come. I need you.”
Eli slowly slips his cock through my wetness before sliding inside me in one smooth thrust, spreading me open. The pads of his fingers find my clit and circle the swollen nerves as he fills me completely with his thick shaft, pounding into me over and over until I shatter into a million pieces.
“Eli.” Just like in my fantasy, I come apart, moaning his name as I soak my fingers with my cum. I ride out my orgasm until there is nothing left.
The blood pounds in my ears, and the hair on my arms stands on end as a familiar energy shift occurs in the bedroom.
I open my eyes, and like I conjured Eli from thin air, I find him standing at the foot of the bed with his pupils blown wide. He stares down at me with a fiery hunger and desire. If the fire blazing in his glittering irises was real, I’d be burned.
“Are you really here?” I ask, breathless and frozen in place. His shirt pulled up to my chin, and both my pussy and tits are on display for him to feast on.
And he does. Eli sweeps his heated gaze across my body, setting my skin ablaze. He nods, with a lick of his lips. “I’m here, princess.”
Butterflies erupt in my stomach as we stare at each other. The electricity in the air around us crackles to a fever pitch. Too afraid to move and break the tension, I lie still, but the needy part of me that’s been crushing on Eli for years has other ideas and pushes my knees open.
His eyes narrow on my slick fingers as I remove them from my aching clit and slide them up my lower belly, leaving a trail of wetness behind.
“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous.” Eli’s low, gritty voice sends chills down my spine, and my skin erupts in goosebumps. “Tell me, Calliope, do you always say my name when you touch your pretty pussy and make yourself come?”
His dirty mouth makes me moan and my core quiver with need.
“Yes,” I admit. “Always.” I spread my legs wider for him to see how wet he makes me.
Our gaze locks as he wraps his hand around my wrist. An electric shock zips up my arm at his touch. He hinges closer, dragging out the moment and without words, makes his intention clear.
He wants to taste me.
“Do it.” My back bows off the bed and I lift my hand to his nose.
He inhales and a husky, almost animalistic groan rumbles in the back of his throat. It is the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard, and it’s a shot of liquid lust straight to my core. My hips rise off the bed, seeking his touch.
Eli brings my hand to his mouth and wipes the pads of my fingertips over his lips, which he then wraps them around my index and middle fingers. My mouth runs dry, and I think I may pass out as he sucks them clean with a satisfying grunt. His tongue laps at each digit with a sensual swirl, teasing me with a preview of the pleasure only his wicked mouth can give me.
He pulls my finger out of his mouth with a pop. “My princess tastes so fucking delicious. Sweet, like the cupcakes she likes to eat.”
Holy…
Elijiah Miller is full of surprises.
My body flushes with desire at his lewdness. I didn’t know men spoke like this, but hot damn am I here for it.
“Eli,” I whine, not entirely sure what I’m begging for, but one thing is for damn sure: it’s for more of him.
He shakes his head and licks my fingers once more before placing them back on my swollen clit, careful not to touch my body. “Show me again. Make yourself come for me.”
“But—” My hips jerk up again, pleading for his touch.
“Not yet.” He covers my hand with his, and together we press down onto my clit, making it pulse with pleasure. “Tonight, I want to watch you fuck yourself with your fingers.”
“Please,” I beg, desperate for him to touch me. My insides are wound tight, ready to snap, and I want him to be the one to do it.
A smug smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “We’re going to do this my way.”
Like hell we are .
With all their crazy advice, I can hear the girls in my head, egging me on to push Eli over the edge. I’m America’s sweetheart, but even a good girl deserves to be bad sometimes.
“I’ll show you if you show me.” I look down at the huge bulge in his slacks, and I swear I can see the outline of his cock twitch behind the offending material.
“That’s not how this works.”
“Why not? You get a show; I get a show. Seems fair.” I bring my forefinger to my mouth, drag the pad over my tongue, and hum.
Eli hisses a curse.
My nipples harden as I slide my finger down the center of my body, stopping above my bare pussy. “Do you want me to keep going?” I taunt.
“You know I do.” Eli grips his erection over his slacks.
I reward him by slipping my finger through my slit, spreading my lips for him to see me glisten.
“Naughty fucking girl.”
“Only for you.”
“Fine. You want to play dirty? Let’s play.” He reaches for his belt.
I stop him. “Lose the shirt.” My demand is met with a taunt as I pull his T-shirt over my head and drop it beside the bed.
Eli smirks down at me as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, letting the fabric fall open, revealing his rippling abs.
I push a finger inside my pussy with a needy whimper.
The action does exactly what I want. Eli’s nostrils flare as continues to stroke his dick over his pants. “Fuck. I can smell your sweetness from here.”
I remove my finger with another moan and place it on my clit. “Keep going.”
“Tell me, princess, are you as desperate to watch me fuck my fist as I am to watch you fuck your fingers?”
“Yes,” I hiss as I add pressure to my clit.
Eli loosens his belt and pulls it through the loops, wrapping the leather around his fist as he mumbles, “Another time,” before dropping it to the floor.
My heart beats wildly with excitement as he unbuttons his pants and drags the zipper down, exposing his black boxer briefs before pushing them both over his hips and down his thick thighs.
I gasp at the sight of his cock springing free. Holy shit. Eli is packing some serious BDE in his pants. His dick is utter perfection in all its gigantic glory.
For a split second, I worry I won’t be able to take him, but my throbbing pussy clenches, letting me know she’s up for the challenge.
The wide pink crown of his cock drips with a bead of precum, begging to be licked—like the thick, pulsing vein running up his shaft.
I reach for him, but he bats my hand away. “No touching, princess. Hand back on your pretty pussy.”
I moan as I find my clit again and rub circles over it.
He grips his cock and strokes it from root to tip. “See what you do to me, Callie?”
“Yes.” I’m entirely captivated by the way his abs ripple, and his hips thrust into his large hand as he jerks and squeezes his thick shaft.
“Does seeing how hard my cock is for you make you wet?” He grits the question through his teeth as he fights for control.
I enjoy knowing I can make him lose control. Maybe not completely yet, but I will soon enough.
“Yes. So wet,” I admit, slipping my fingers inside my dripping core.
“Show me,” he demands.
With a whimper, I pull out and raise my hand in the air for him to inspect my cum-covered fingers. They shine in the dim lamplight.
“Fucking perfect. Slide those fingers back inside your pussy and tell me how it feels.”
“Hot, wet…” I groan as I touch myself. My thighs tense, and my breath hitches as my orgasm builds. “Silky but tight.”
“You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.” Eli grunts as he grips his shaft harder with each pump. “Tell me, princess, how often do you fantasize about me fucking you?”
“Every time.”
“Good.” Eli moves his fist faster over his length.
I match his pace, fucking my hand. The sound of our combined moans and slick arousal has lust burning me up and heightening my desire to come.
“Do you think about me?” I pant.
“For two years, Callie, I’ve been fucking my fist to thoughts of only you.” His admission pushes me closer to the edge. “Fuck, Cal, I’m going to come. Tell me you’re close.”
“So close.” I work my pussy in time to Eli’s strokes as his hand moves faster.
The tip of his dick drips, and my mouth waters at the sight. I pinch my nipple with my free hand, and the pain is a direct line to my clit. My hips squirm as I chase my orgasm.
“Yes, just like that. You look so fucking sexy writhing on the bed, with your legs open wide for me and only me. Best view I’ve ever seen.”
A sheen of sweat covers my body as the fire inside me builds. I close my eyes, feeling my orgasm crest the edge.
“Eyes on me, princess.”
Per his demand, my eyes snap open and meet his. The mark on his left eye sparkles.
“That’s my girl. Ride your hand. I can tell you’re close. Let go, Callie.”
“No, not without you.”
A devious smile splits his face as he steps closer to the bed. “Don’t worry. I’m going to come right after you, and I’m going to cover your tits and stomach with my cum as you scream my name. My full name. Make it loud for the neighbors to hear. Now, do what I fucking tell you and come.”
His promise to claim my body has me falling over the edge as the pressure deep in my pussy explodes in a riot of shimmering white heat. I do as I’m told and scream his name as I come hard. “Elijiah!”
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me as his hands snake around my ankles and drag me down to the edge of the bed.
My eyes fly open to watch Eli come with a gritted growl. His captivating eyes never leave mine as the first splash of his hot cum hits my chest. I can’t help but break the connection to enjoy the show. I watch as he fucks his fist and with every thrust of his hips, more cum shoots out of his cock and lands across my tits, my stomach, and above my pussy. My clit convulses again, an orgasmic aftershock from Eli’s erotic claiming.
Both of us pant for breath as we stare down at the carnal masterpiece he painted across my body.
“You’re fucking mine, Calliope, do you understand?”
“Yes.” I feel like I’m floating in the air above, watching on as Eli gently braces the back of my neck with his large palm and guides me to a sitting position. His cum drips down between my thighs and through my slit.
“Slide your fingers through my cum and rub it over your clit.”
I do as he asks.
“Mine,” he growls, threading his fingers into my hair.
“Yours,” I whimper.
Possessive Eli is hot as fuck.
His cock drips in my face, but before I can get a taste, he tenderly tips my head back, forcing my eyes to meet his. Needing no direction, I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean.
“Yours,” I repeat.
My fingers taste like a mixture of our combined cum, and even though I just came, my pussy flutters, wanting to go again.
Eli growls like a feral animal as he drops to his knees before me. “Mine,” he repeats, cupping my head in his hands and crushing our lips together in a searing, wet kiss.
I moan into his mouth as he tangles our tongues in an erotic dance. This kiss is wet and filthy. It’s all lips and tongue, and puts our first kiss to shame as we move in sync in a passionate embrace. Eli’s such a good kisser. His lips are soft and mold perfectly to mine. I could kiss him forever.
His large hands hold me close as he explores my mouth with his. Snaking my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, I pull him closer. His naked chest presses against mine as we melt into each other. I’m dizzy with lust as my needy hips buck, grinding against his already hardening cock.
Eli grips my ribs as he breaks our kiss and presses his forehead to mine. “Fuck, princess, don’t do that. I’m hanging on by a thread.”
“So?” I kiss him again, but he pulls back too quickly for my liking. Sticking out my bottom lip, I pout at the distance be puts between us.
He shakes his head. “Not tonight. You need more time to heal.”
“I’m fine.” I lean forward and nip his lip with my teeth. “I want you to fuck me, Eli.”
“Temptress,” he hisses.
“Please,” I beg.
With a tortured sound, Eli rips himself away from me and falls back onto his heels. “Don’t make this harder for me.”
“What if that’s exactly what I want?” I bite back a smile as his pupils dilate.
“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his head back between his shoulder blades. After a few deep breaths, he stands, pulling up his pants. Without a word, he marches into the bathroom. A minute later, he returns with a wet rag. “Do you mind?”
“No.”
Gentle as ever, Eli uses the warm cloth to wipe me clean. My heart flutters at the sweet gesture, making me fall just a little harder for the man.
Eli tosses the rag into the bathroom before grabbing his shirt from the floor. He slides the neck of it over my head and the rest of my body. He strips off his pants and places them in the corner, then walks around the bed and pulls back the covers.
“You’re staying?”
Eli chuckles. “Baby, I just came all over your sexy-as-fuck body and called you mine. Why on earth would I sleep anywhere else?”
“Um, I don’t know. Forget I said that.” My cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Eli climbs under the covers and pats the mattress. “Come here.”
I clammer into the spot beside him, still a little unsure about how to act. What the hell is wrong with me?
Eli has no such reservations as he pulls me into his arms and rests my head in the crook of his shoulder. I melt into his warm body as I wrap my arm around his torso and thread my legs through his.
“Much better.” He kisses the crown of my head. “I missed this.”
“Really?”
He tilts my chin up, and the butterflies in my stomach take flight again as I gaze into his unique eyes.
“Really. Now, go to sleep.” Eli switches off the light and pulls me closer.
I pinch my eyes closed, trying to slow my racing heart and thoughts. I’m afraid to fall asleep and wake up alone in bed to find out that this was all a fever dream.
“I’m too scared to sleep,” I confess in the dark.
“Bad dreams?”
“No.” I bite my lip.
“What are you scared of, Callie?”
“What if I wake up and you’re not here, and this was all a dream?”
Eli rolls us onto our sides so we face each other. I can make out his profile in the dark, and he pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” He dips his head and takes my lips with his, sealing his word with a kiss.
The invisible ropes around my chest wind tight, squeezing the breath from my lungs, but as Eli kisses me, he breathes life back into me.
For the rest of the night, we share slow, drugging kisses full of hope and promises of a future forged together.