“Cal,” I murmur. “I won’t hurt you. I’m not the villain you think I am.”
“And I’m no hero.”
I hold his stare until the tension bleeds away. Slowly, his features soften and the amused smirk he wears so well twitches at his lips.
“You fucked my thumb, English.” He laughs, boyish and cute. “Kinky bitch.”
I arch an eyebrow and cock out a hip. “Guess now you’ll have a new appreciation for the thumbs-up emoji.”
His grin is wolfish. “Indeed.”
I stand on my toes, kissing his mouth. “Are we good?”
“Yeah, loser, we’re good.”
I wake in the middle of the night to hot kisses on my breasts. A smile tugs at my lips. Last night, after our shower talk, we fell into bed naked and contemplative. He held me close, like if he let up, I might run away. It felt good to be pressed up against his chest. Safe and warm. I fell asleep easily in his arms.
I’m not sleepy at all. Not with Cal’s devilish mouth trailing along my stomach. He lingers, kissing the flesh softly. I hold my breath wishing he’d move on. It’s like he can see inside my mind. Wonders about my sudden tension. Whenever he touches my stomach, it makes me think of what I lost.
My baby.
Sadness threatens to consume me. I chase pleasure instead, gripping his hair and pushing him lower. He chuckles, his voice raspy from sleep, and continues on his trek. His nose nuzzles my pussy, his hot breath tickling me. I whimper, spreading myself to give him better access. Lazily, he laps at me with his wet tongue.
“I like the way you taste,” he mutters. “Like something forbidden. Maybe it’s the whole student teacher thing.”
I laugh and playfully tug at his hair. “Enough talking, Mr. Hutton.”
He nips at my pussy lip and then sucks on my clit. I gasp at the sensation. His smile can be felt on my skin as he eases a finger inside me. “This pussy is so tight. My very own pretend virgin.”
“You’re annoying. You talk too much.”
“Needy, greedy girl,” he chides. “You know I give you what you want if you beg.”
“Please make me come.”
He sucks on my clit again, making me see stars. Another finger joins the first and he curls them up, rubbing deliciously against my G-spot. When we’d had sex, his piercings took turns rubbing against it with each thrust. It was the most wonderful feeling. Again, he takes me to new heights.
The moment I orgasm, my world of reality shatters. I dance among the stars glittering in the dark room and ride the wave of pleasure. I’ve barely come down from my high when he slips his fingers out of me and rolls me onto my stomach. He kisses his way up my spine and then his pierced cock is sliding against my wet lips between my thighs. We both groan when he enters me from behind, his cock driving deep inside of my pussy.
He grips my neck, squeezing slightly as he fucks me. It’s rough and claiming, but not painful. My hair is messy and covering my face as I fist the sheets. I suck hair into my mouth as I gasp for air. Cal is relentless, fucking me like it’s his last day on Earth.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You fucking kill me.”
His hand breaks from my neck so he can grip my hair. I’m hauled up by my hair until I’m on my hands and knees. From this position, he pistons against me, his balls slapping against my pussy.
It’s wild and raw and I love the way he takes me like I’m his.
“Touch yourself, Charlie girl. I want you coming on my dick.”
I obey him, fingering my swollen clit as he loses himself to fucking me like a madman. It doesn’t take much before I’m crying out in pleasure. He follows me with a guttural sound that leans more toward animal than human.
He pulls out, his wet dick flinging cum against the back of my thighs. I collapse face first onto the bed, completely spent. His body covers mine, his lips finding my bare shoulder for a soft kiss.
“In case there was any doubt, you’re mine.”
His words wrap around my heart and squeeze.
“There was never any doubt, Cal.”
Somewhere, a phone rings.
It feels too far away.
Like a dream.
I manage to crack my eyes open, trying to make sense of my surroundings. As soon as I become aware of the giant, sleeping man wrapped around me, I remember with a smile.
Cal.
I spent the night with Cal. My body is sore, but it feels good to be claimed so brutally. I feel like we were stripped emotionally bare only to put pieces of each other back on our own souls. We’re linked now. It’s strange to feel so connected to someone, but I like it. I’ve never felt anything like this.
Running my fingers through his thick, dark hair, I wonder what happens now. Are we a couple? Is Cal Hutton my boyfriend? Do we keep dancing around us, never meeting in the middle, or are we officially partners? I want to crawl into his lap and demand all the answers. I settle for stroking my nails along his scalp.
Lips press against my breast. I smile at the morning kiss that’s so Cal. His hand wanders up my thigh, searching for the place he owned all night. It’s daunting to think about taking him again considering how sore I am, but I’m up for the challenge. He almost makes it to my pussy when the front door of his cabin flings open, slamming against the wall.
“Cal!”
I shriek in surprise. Cal jerks the blanket over my body, barely covering my breasts before Jordy fills the bedroom door, his eyes wild and frantic. I panic, overcome with worry for Roux.
“Goddammit, Jordy,” Cal snaps, sliding out of bed to grab a pair of sweats from a drawer. “I was fucking busy.”
Jordy scrubs
