I look at Cal, processing everything he said. No one has ever talked about Cami and me like he does. His words make my eyes fill with tears, the tears from before threatening to return with vengeance.
Tá and Cami are not a deal. You two are a lottery jackpot, and it’s time someone treated you that way.
My entire heart feels incredibly full and ready to burst. I want to believe what Cal says. That it will get better. But I can’t deny the tiny shred of doubt that’s working its way through my happiness, threatening to poison it with my worries.
As if sensing my thoughts, Cal tucks his fingers under my chin and lifts my head. I know you don’t trust me. Not entirely at least, and I don’t blame you one bit. So, push me away. Get mad at me for drinking. Log me out because you’re afraid to let me in again. Do what makes you feel safe, happy and in control.
“But I know that whatever you do will not change the fact that I will continue to fight for us and for the future I know we can have. The one we deserve to have. Whatever you do won’t stop him from seeking help. Just like it won’t stop me from wanting to be a part of Cami’s life in any way she can, even if we’re not together. Of-“
That is.
Seeing Cal love my son to the point of wanting to stay in his life regardless of the status of our relationship is enough to break me.
the last control I have.
I interrupted him with a searing kiss. A kiss in which I return all my feelings. Excitement. Fear. worship _
Cal matches my desperation, his lips teasing me until I’m crazy for more. A tingle spreads up my spine as she runs her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer. Her lips press against mine and follow my rhythm, turning my world upside down from all the different sensations that overwhelm me.
Everything about our kiss is amplified as we become familiar with what we like.
The touch of his tongue against mine, light and teasing.
My lips part from his only so I can pull his shirt over his head and run my hands over his chest.
His beard scraping against my neck as he sucks on the sensitive skin beneath my ear, bruising it with the strong pull of his mouth.
At one point, he picks me up and carries me to bed without breaking our kiss. I straddle his thighs and go deeper. A quick movement of my hips against his straining erection causes him to release a sweet moan, and I absorb it, muffling the sound with my lips.
Just break contact for a moment to keep me awake. shirt over my head. His hands never stay in one place for long. They slide over my body, teasing and touching until I move against their thick length in a frantic search for release.
The desperation for more of Cal makes me impatient. The combination of my body pressing against his and my random burst of strength causes him to lose his balance and fall backwards, taking me with him.
Our lips part and I pepper his jaw with soft, quick kisses.
“Lana,” Cal moans.
I divert my attention to his neck. My lips trace the curve, sucking and biting his skin until his fingers dig into my ass. The bite of pain is intoxicating. Exciting. addictive _
He threads his fingers through my hair and holds me in place. “That?” I suck harder, marking her neck with my memory. “Wait a second.” He tugs at the strands, pulling me away from her skin. “Because?” He whined. “Do you want me to stop?”
He shudders beneath me. “Fuck no, but I want to make something clear.” “That?” My eyelids closed with a sigh.
He squeezes the back of my neck. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I roll my body over his and press hard against his thick length. “Does that clear up your question?”
“I want to hear it.” She presses her hands on my ass, trapping me on top of her erection.
Pools of heat in my lower belly. “Yes, we are doing this. But if you screw up…
One moment, I’m on top, but in a single second, I find myself with my back pressed against the mattress and Cal looming over me, his gaze wild with hunger.
A hunger for me.
“Messing up is inevitable, but I promise to make it up to you every time.” She pulls my underwear down my legs.
“How is that?”
“I like this.” He tears at my thighs before running light pecks over the sensitive flesh. Slowly, she kisses her way to the area begging for her attention, only to retreat. Her mouth returns to my other thigh, repeating the same torture once more.
I move my body closer to his mouth, only to earn a low laugh. “I’m not going to rush this when I have six years to make up for, Lana.”
“Make up for it later,” I groan.
He traces a path from my clit to the place desperate to be filled. His tongue sinks inside, teasing, teasing and testing how my body responds. Every time I react a certain way, he repeats the same movement before trying something else.
My entire body feels like it is being engulfed in flames.
The world explodes around me as Cal amplifies the pressure building inside me with a few flicks of his tongue. I crouch down, desperate for some kind of release. My attempt is cut short the moment I touch my clit. Cal slaps my pussy.
I gasp.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She teases my clit with a flick of her tongue. She rolls over the sensitive lump, sending a pulsing wave of pleasure through me.
“Forcing me to cum since you’re not up to the task.”
“The only one who makes you come is me .” His eyes shine when he looks at me, his beard shines with my excitement. “Touch yourself again and I’ll find a better way to keep your hands busy.”
His threat makes my toes curl and my heart race. My body tenses, the need to challenge him drives me crazy.
All it takes is a single pinch of my nipple to make it wobble.
Cal almost pulls me out of bed and onto my knees. The rug burns my skin, but the stab of pain is only temporary compared to the heat that runs through me when Cal pinches the same nipple I touched.
“Hands where I can see them,” he orders. I turn it over with both.
He laughs. “Do you want to play?” He gives my other nipple the same attention, teasing the hard peak until my head falls back. “Do you want to hang out?”
“Yeah.” My nails dig into my thighs.
“That’s so damn bad. You touch yourself when I tell you that you can. He pulls his shorts down. The moon peeks through the blinds, illuminating every inch of him.
All. Only. Hard. Inch.
Saliva pools in my mouth, its large size bringing all kinds of dirty thoughts to mind.
“Just like you cum when I say you do.” She punches his cock once, drawing a drop of precum from the tip. “Open the mouth.”
I do what it says. His cock slides against my tongue, the taste of him overriding all my other senses. He pushes until my lungs burn and my eyes water.
“Breathe.” He doesn’t get out. He doesn’t back away a single inch, forcing me to breathe through my nose and fight the panic clawing at my chest.
He reaches out to grab my chin. You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock. Her gaze slides from me to the antique mirror in front of us. Our eyes meet in the reflection, and he maintains that connection as he withdraws.
Goosebumps broke out on my skin, the sight of him shoving his cock into my mouth almost made my eyes roll back in my head.
“Look how well you get along with me.” Her hands grip my scalp as she dives into my mouth again and again, all while I look at myself in the mirror.
Everything about him fascinates me.
The rise and fall of his chest with each powerful thrust.
His muscles ripple as he fucks my mouth, using me as his favorite toy.
The way he looks at me lovingly despite the way he rips my throat out. As if our own souls were reconnecting after being apart for years.
He pulls out too soon, leaving a string of saliva connecting the head of his cock to my lips.
“Shit. That’s hot.” He wipes the drop of precum oozing from his tip and runs it across my lips, marking the swollen flesh with his arousal.
My tongue darts out, teasing the pad of his thumb before sliding in the salty release.
Cal throws me back onto the bed before dragging my legs. towards the edge.
“Are you on the pill?” He dips a finger inside me before letting out a sound of confirmation.
I shake my head. “Shooting.”
“Condom?” He pumps his cock once, the sight of him seeking his own pleasure making my heart beat harder against my ribcage. “I’d rather feel you cum inside me.”
He moans, making me feel like a queen. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. My heart pounds in my chest as he leans forward and aligns himself, his fingers gripping my butt as he angles me higher.
There is no warning. No sweet words whispered in my ear. Not making it easy for me as he thrusts into me in one fell swoop, making my eyes water and my legs tremble around him as I take him completely.
My back curves toward the ceiling as he sits to the hilt inside me.
He leans forward, pressing his weight against me. “Do you know how you feel?” There is a slight tremor in her voice.
I shake my head.
“You feel at home.” She pulls back, only to crash into me again. “I spent the last six years lost with no way to get back. Like I’m trapped in an endless night with no light to help guide me back to you. He lifts me higher this time, changing the angle on her as he slides slower this time, drawing out our pleasure.
My legs tighten around his body, pulling him forward until he’s hovering over me again.
Whatever control Cal had over the situation is broken when he throws my legs over his shoulders and thrusts into me with enough force to push me back. I grab the duvet and take the thrusts of him.
The pleasure increases, my orgasm slowly builds like the beginning of a wave. I want to give in, but the need to hold on makes me fight the pressure building in my lower belly. Cal takes my lack of orgasm as a challenge. Her thrusts deepen, stealing my breath with each thrust.
When he catches me sliding back, he pulls me back and wraps his fingers around my throat, holding me in place as he thrusts into me with abandon.
Shit. He fucks like a man on the verge of madness. “Cal,” I say in a raspy voice.
“Say my name like that again.” Her hand around my neck tightens. “California.” I gasp as his cock brushes the sensitive spot inside me. She repeats the same movement, and my back arches as if pulled on a rope.
My legs dangling over his shoulders shake as I explode.
Cal doesn’t stop thrusting until another orgasm builds inside me. This time, he follows shortly after, his body trembling with his release. His pumps become shallower, his movements rougher as she rides his orgasm to the end.
He collapses against me, sinking us both deeper into the mattress. I run my fingers through the slippery strands of her hair.
He presses a chaste kiss against my skin. “I do not deserve you”. “Then become the man who does it.”
