His chest rises and falls. “I hate it.”
“Every part of you is perfect.” I lean forward and kiss the scar.
Cal releases a shuddery breath.
Except when I go to swipe away the last bit of water dripping from his cock, he pulls me on to my feet and drags me toward the bedroom.
“But—”
Cal throws the towel in the direction of the bathroom. “I’m done with the games. Kneel,” he orders in that gruff voice of his that only comes out during sex. There are two versions of Callahan Kane, and this one happens to be my favorite because no one knows about it but me. It’s the one he keeps locked away, begging to be unleashed.
He presses a single finger against my shoulder. A shiver shoots down my spine as I kneel against the tightly woven carpet.
I reach for his cock, only to have him step out of my reach.
“What are you doing?”
“Payback.” He pumps once. His tip gleams from a single drop of pre-cum, and I lick my lips.
“Payback for what?” When I reach for him, he takes another step back, making me frown.
“Your stunt with the vibrator.” His gaze travels over my body. “You remember what you ordered me to do?”
“Stay there and look pretty for me.” I repeat the words. My body temperature spikes, along with my heart rate.
He reaches out to cup my cheek with one hand while pumping his cock with the other. “There truly is nothing prettier than watching you on your knees.”
“Nothing at all?”
His chest heaves from his heavy exhale. “Mmm. Actually, there might be one other thing.”
I yearn to reach for him, yet my hands remain pressed flat against my thighs. “What’s that?”
“This.” His fingers dig into my scalp and tug. I gasp, and Cal takes advantage of my surprise to thrust his cock inside my mouth. My lips wrap around him instinctively, and my hands reach out to hold him at the base while I pull him deeper into my mouth.
I drag my tongue across the underside of his silky skin, tracing and teasing my way up and down his length. His fingers thread themselves through my hair and hold me in place.
Like I ever stood a chance of leaving.
Cal’s muscles twitch and ripple as I pump, suck, and lick every solid inch of him.
There is nothing sweet and ladylike about sucking his cock. The way I hunger for his release drives my own orgasm to the surface, and my movements become more desperate as the pulsing between my legs intensifies.
“Touch yourself,” he rasps.
I follow his command, reaching between my legs.
“Show me how much sucking my cock turns you on.”
I lift my hand in the air, and his cock jerks in my mouth, flooding my tongue with his arousal.
“I want you to make yourself come.”
I blink in acknowledgment.
Cal’s fingers grip my scalp as he fucks my mouth. I tease my clit with the flat of my hand while pumping two fingers inside, sinking them in and out to the rhythm of his thrusts.
He groans at the sight, his eyes devouring me like I’m the last thing he might ever see.
“Fuck, Lana.” His movements become jerkier. Less in sync as he pistons his hips with enough power to make me almost gag.
The pressure in my belly builds, growing with each tease of my thumb against my clit.
“That’s it, babe.” He cups my cheek. “Come for me.”
His gaze brands itself into my very soul, with him pouring every ounce of love he feels toward me with a single look.
The world around me fades away as I’m hit with my orgasm. My body shakes, my release turning my muscles to jelly as I ride the wave of pleasure rolling through me.
The affection in his gaze morphs into pure lust, his eyes devouring me whole as his cum shoots down my throat and fills my mouth. I swallow multiple times but that doesn’t stop some of it from spilling past my lips.
Cal pulls his shiny cock away. He swipes at the cum dripping down my chin before sticking his thumb back into my mouth. I suck on the pad, cleaning him off before he repeats the same thing again. Once he is satisfied, I reach for his cock and wipe it clean with my tongue. He rubs my cheek with approval, and I lean into his touch.
More blood rushes to his dick, earning a giggle from me.
He actually looks offended as he pulls me up on to my feet. “You think it’s funny what you do to me? I’m suffering from constant blue balls around you.”
“It’s not my fault.” I laugh harder.
He smiles as he walks me back toward the bed. With a little shove, I fall against the mattress. Cal follows me, his weight pressing me farther into the bed as he steals a kiss.
I slide my hands up his body and comb my fingers through his hair. The intensity of our kiss increases as his tongue lashes against mine, seeking for me to submit. He bites down on my bottom lip and draws blood. His tongue sweeps in and coaxes a sigh from me as he sucks on the swollen flesh in a silent apology.
He continues teasing me until both of us are panting. The ache in my core grows with each pass of his tongue and every press of his lips. From my breasts to my pussy, not a single inch of my body goes unappreciated.
Cal denies me another orgasm, which makes me groan with frustration. “God.”
“You should know better than to call me another man in bed.” He slaps my pussy hard. Once. Twice. Three times until I’m panting and squirming underneath him.
The urgency to come has me digging my fingernails into his skin and grinding my pussy against his cock. He chuckles in my ear before pulling us both under the covers.
This time he takes me from behind, sliding his leg between mine and sinking into me with one drawn-out thrust. The position is intimate, with him holding me between his arms. He kisses my neck and teases my clit as he pistons into me over and over again. Pleasure rolls through me as he whispers the sweetest praises into my ear.
My climax builds with each thrust of his hips and every brush of his fingers against my skin. With a final pinch of my clit, I spasm around him.
His cock drives into me hard with enough force to push me forward as he uses me to find his own pleasure. My body trembles from the aftereffects of my orgasm, and his movements become less coordinated with each pump of his hips.
He reminds me of a man possessed. Of someone on the verge of losing himself to lust, with a wildness in his gaze that I find intoxicating.
Cal grunts as he comes, not ceasing his torture of my body until he is finished. He doesn’t pull out right away but instead chooses to wrap his arms around me. My thighs are sticky from our combined releases, yet I can’t find it in me to move.
I don’t think I even can move.
He kisses the top of my head with a sigh. Eventually, my heart rate settles, the steady thump lulling me to sleep.
“I love you,” he whispers into the dark.
I’ve heard the words hundreds of times from his lips, yet they still manage to take my breath away every single time.
I open my mouth to say the same, yet something holds me back.
Fear.
It’s not that I don’t love him, because I do. Maybe even more than ever before if that is possible.
It’s just that the last time I deliberately shared those three little words, he left. My love wasn’t enough before, so why would it be this time?
And after Cal left the last time, I’m scared to share that part of myself. At least not until I can fully trust him again.