Something _ breaks inside Cal. It’s evident in the way his gaze changes, the savagery he’s kept repressed coming to the fore. My body vibrates with anticipation as he closes the door behind him and unlocks it.
“Where do you want me?” Take a step closer to me.
“Lots of places, but on your knees is good enough for now.” His Adam’s apple bobs as his knees sink into the fabric of the carpet. I feel dizzy seeing him ready to follow my every command. “Perfect. Now just stand there and look pretty for me.”
He smiles. “That’s all?”
I reach through the sheets for my vibrator before jumping on the bed and facing him.
“What are you doing?” Her eyebrows knit together.
“I said you could beg. It’s not like you can be the one to make me come. Her mouth opens, but no words come out.
I turn on the device. The hum, combined with his gaze, sends a new wave of goosebumps across my skin.
I swallow the thick lump in my throat. “If you touch me, all this is over.
Understood?”
His fingers dig into his thighs, drawing my eyes to the growing erection beneath his sweatpants. “Are you trying to avoid
any physical contact because you think that will protect you from what’s going on between us?”
My eyes narrow. “I did not say that”.
But I’m sure you thought about it. Damn.
“You did not have to do it. But that’s okay because I’ll just make you do the dirty work for me. Now take off your shirt and spread your legs for me.
“You’re not the one in control here.” The words come out shaky, without the confidence they had before.
“Oh baby. I’ve been in control since the moment you let me into this room. I just like watching you get high on your power trip.”
My breath catches in my throat.
“Do you want me to beg you?” Cal places his hands on the rug and gets on all fours. “Do you want me to crawl towards you like a man hungry for your pussy?” He does exactly that, the invisible rope between us tightening as he gets closer. “Because I want to taste you so badly that I might die if I don’t get the chance tonight.”
He closes the gap between us and stops in front of me, his eyes shining with mischief as he rises to his knees. With her height and the position of her mattress, she gets a perfect view of the spot throbbing for her attention.
His tongue darts out to trace the curve of her bottom lip.
Sparks skate down my spine. My lower half pulses and fluid pools between my legs. It’s your funeral.
“Then I might as well enjoy my last meal.” Her gaze darkens as she lands on the apex of my thighs.
“And how do you plan to do that without touching me?”
“Why ruin the surprise?” He flashes me that trademark smile of his that makes my heart beat wildly in my chest.
“But-“
“Shirt and legs apart or this is all over. Do you understand?” He returns my words to me.
I swear he remembers everything I say only so he can use it against me at the most inconvenient moment.
“Understood.” I rip the shirt off my head and spread my thighs, wiping the stupid smile off her face. He moans as his hands grip the mattress on either side of my thighs.
The sensual woman who lay dormant inside me rises to the surface, fueled by the lust in her gaze and the pulsing sensation inside me. Maybe I’m on a power trip because nothing feels better than making a man like him go crazy with need.
I reach for the silicone tool. One end slopes upward, while the other is curved and intended for G-spot stimulation. “What’s that?” Cal’s voice trembles, sending a shiver down my spine.
I hold it up for him to see.
He stands up to get a better look, invading my space and flooding my nose with his addictive smell. “That’s new.”
“The last one broke.”
His eyes narrow. “As?”
“He was very loved.” I make a quick sign of the cross in mock remembrance. “With the?” The deadly tone of his voice makes my stomach clench. “No, you possessive asshole. Myself.”
The tension in his jaw fades. “Good. Now get in the middle of the bed and show me what you usually do to get off.
I do what it says. She climbs onto the mattress, making the butterflies in my stomach swirl. My body sinks closer to him from his extra weight, but he’s careful to avoid touching me. Instead, he lies down next to me, leaving a small space between our bodies.
I let out a shaky breath. “First, I like to touch myself.”
The color of his eyes changes like the ocean before a storm, the light blue color quickly darkening due to the dilation of his pupils. “I said show me.”
My fingers grip the sheets.
Are you really going to do this?
One night won’t change things between us. At least not unless I allow it, and I don’t plan on making that mistake again.
“Lana,” he says in a strained voice, trying to snap me out of my thoughts.
Just let yourself go for just one night.
My eyes close as I caress my belly. My fingertips run over the soft flesh, tickling until my muscles go limp. It’s not until my heart starts to race that I travel past my ribs, directly toward my breasts.
I can feel his eyes everywhere . He fuels the fire that burns inside me, fueling it until I’m writhing on the bed as he teases me. “God. The way you look right now makes me want…” He bites back a moan before blowing on the nipple closest to him, taking me by surprise.
“Makes you want what?” I press. “That you would let me touch you.”
I’m careful not to let my hands get too close to my nipples, instead focusing on traveling around the circumference of my breast first. Every step brings me closer to the top. “What would you do if you could?”
Cal curses under his breath. “I worship your body with my hands and my lips until you are crying for my cock.”
I snort. “You were always a joker.”
“Says the woman who has her dripping pussy on display for my personal torture.”
I spread my legs wider, earning another grunt of pain from him. Cal leans forward and blows against the tip of my other nipple in return.
My back tilts, my chest slowly approaches his mouth.
His deep laugh makes my skin crawl. “Just say the words and I’ll take care of it.”
“No.” I try to sound strong, but my response comes out as a broken whisper.
“Are you sure?” Cal’s breathing becomes heavier. “Because I would love to have you in my mouth until you are writhing beneath me, your back arched and your pussy rubbing against my thigh, drenching it with your need.”
I can imagine it vividly. Cal pressed his knee against me, encouraging me to test how much I want him by seeking my own release on his thigh. He always liked to make me work for my pleasure. The sweetness he usually shows me outside the bedroom would disappear, replaced by a savagery that he keeps at bay.
I hope you know what you’re doing.
The more I remember our connection, the stronger my doubt grows.
I regret this later.
My lower half pulses with the need for more . I grab the vibrator only to have it stolen from my hands.
“Use your hand first.” He slides off the bed, walking around the end before laying down between my legs.
Shit.
I tease my clit and drag my hand back and forth between my entrance, using my arousal to my advantage.
My finger dips inside, pumping slowly.
“Show me how much you love me.” He watches with utmost fascination as I hold up my finger. He shines in the moonlight peeking through the blinds. The vibrator slips from his hand, completely abandoned as he focuses on me.
“Other.”
I follow his command, my body trembling as I slide a second finger inside, soaking it up to the knuckle as I slowly push in and out. I’ve never been able to get so excited. Cal’s presence works like an aphrodisiac, turning me into a blubbering mess at his command.
My stomach muscles contract with each thrust of my fingers. “Let me taste you.” Her voice breaks, the savagery in her gaze breaking my heart in two.
“No.” I declare it firmly, for him and for me. He lets his head fall back against the mattress and groans.
I smile as I reach for the vibrator again, only for Cal to hold it hostage against his chest.
“Give it to me”. I move my fingers.
“You said I could n’t touch you, but you never said anything about me using your toy.” She presses the button and the hum fills the room.
“What-” My protest is cut off by Cal pressing the warm, vibrating tip against my clit.
My back arches, pleasure spreading through my body like a tidal wave.
“You’re a cheater,” I moan as he slides the tip inside me, soaking it before returning it to my clit.
He repeats the same motion over and over, building up my arousal before playing with my clit. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”
As if I had a chance to do that now that he took back control and turned me into a mindless mess. My frustration grows as I chase my orgasm, only to be denied each time.
I grip the sheet beneath me and grunt. My skin has a slight shine from the sweat that moistens it.
He clicks his tongue when I try to remove the vibrator again. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth. “Then let me touch you.” No. _
Too bad then. Let me know when you’re ready to accept defeat. He turns off the vibrator before inserting the tip inside me. His thrusts are deliberately shallow, barely scratching the itch. If anything, it makes the pulse worse.
I moan “Please.”
” Please that? Use your words, darling. I want to hear how much you need me.
My lips remain tight. Her condescending laugh makes me want to get angry. She turns the vibrator on the lowest setting to take the edge off, and I melt further into the mattress.
“This could all be over if you just give up.” She lowers herself until her face is inches from my pussy and blows against my swollen clit.
For the love of God.
“If you don’t make me cum in the next minute, I’m going to shove that vibrator right up your ass and finish this myself.”
He winks. “I’m down if you are, as long as you let me go after.”
“I hate you,” I ground out as I pushed the vibrator deeper.
“No. You hate how I make you feel. He removes the vibrator and cleanses my essence with a few strokes of his tongue. The way he closes his eyes reverently pushes me over the edge.
“Please touch me.” The words come out strained, matching the way my heart feels like it’s being torn at the seams.
You’re the one who wanted this.
With quick abandon, Cal ditches the vibrator and spreads my legs wider to accommodate his body. He kisses up and down each of my thighs,
taking their sweet time. The touch of her soft lips against my flesh is too much. I raise my hips to remind her what I want, only to be met with the brush of her unshaven cheek against my thigh.
I sink my fingers into his hair and drag his head towards my dripping center. “Enough of the jokes. Either you fuck me or you go to hell.
“So bossy.” Her tongue slides in, darting across my swollen clit. When he tries to pull away, I hold his head against me and force him to stay. “So needy.” He drags the tip towards my aching center. “So fucking sexy, my cock feels like it’s going to burst at the sight of you.”
His tongue sinks inside me. My back curves, sparks flying from my skin as he devours me like he hasn’t eaten in years. Like I’m the first meal he’s ever had and he wants to taste it. His fingers dig into my butt cheeks as he holds me against his face, his eyes focused solely on me.
The relentless torture of his mouth brings me closer to the edge. I want to hold on, but my toes tingle and my breathing quickens as her tongue plays with my core before plunging inside.
My thighs press against the sides of his head as I cum. Spots fill my vision as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Cal doesn’t stop stroking, sucking and licking until my body stops shaking and my release covers the entire lower half of her face.
“Shit.” My head falls back and I blink up at the ceiling.
He kisses my center one last time before crawling over my body. The familiar weight of her presses me further into the mattress as she cradles my head and kisses me. The combined taste of his minty breath and my arousal floods my mouth, causing another spike of pleasure. I moan against her lips, and her tongue darts out, forcing me to taste how much I want it.
He moves to break away, but I grab his hair and pull him closer, unable to end our connection yet. I’m not prepared for the regret I might feel once he’s gone. the fear _
“Thank you.” He presses one last kiss against my lips.
Thank you? I should be the one thanking him for making me cum harder than I have in years .
He kisses the top of my forehead before walking away from me. Aside from his messy hair and the erection that threatens to burst the seams of his sweatpants, he looks completely put together.
I rise up on my elbows and look at him. “Where are you going?” “I’d rather leave before you come to your senses and kick me out.”
My heart threatens to explode when he slides off the mattress. It beats hard and fast as he tucks me in, completely destroying any last resistance I had against him.
“I wouldn’t have kicked you out if you had asked to stay,” I snap.
Release a strong exhale. “I want to stay because you want me here, not because you feel obligated by a request and an orgasm.”
My lips part, but no words come out.
“You know where to find me if you want me.” Cal offers me a tight smile before leaving my room.
I fall against the bed with a sigh. The empty hole in my chest grows until it consumes all the warmth from before, leaving me feeling cold and alone. I consider crawling into Cal’s bed, but stop myself. I’m too overwhelmed to think about the consequences of something like this.
You already let it devour you. What’s the worst that can happen?
Bottom line: I’m falling in love with him all over again.
