Page 99 of Poison and Wine
“Give me a taste.”
With a glassy look, she argued, “You said you wouldn’t touch me.”
“Give me your fingers.”
After pulling her fingers out of her pussy, she held them out to me. As I leaned forward, her intoxicating aroma filled my nose. “You smell so fucking good, Kitten.” I sucked her fingers into my mouth. At the taste of her, I closed my eyes. I wanted nothing more in the world to replace her fingers in my mouth with her pussy.
When I opened my eyes, I stared into Caterina’s. “Fuck me, I want nothing more right now than to bury myself so very deep inside you.”
“Please, Callum.”
“Christ, Kitten, I can’t. You’ll hate me.”
“Just make me come. Please.”
“I can’t,” I heaved.
Without taking her eyes off mine, she slowly shook her head from side to side. “I won’t hate you. I promise.”
“Yeah, you say that now, but I know you. Once you sober up, it’ll be months before I ever get a chance to touch you again.” My hands went to my belt. After I undid it, I unzipped my pants. Once I took out my cock, I spit into my hand. Caterina’s eyes widened at my actions.
“We’ll come together, okay?” I questioned, as I jerked my fist up and down my shaft.
Although she appeared disappointed, Caterina began to finger herself once again. It must’ve been the alcohol because she was ridiculously good at giving herself pleasure. Or she’d had some practice before the order. Whatever the reason it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and that was saying a fucking lot.
“Harder,” I growled. Ordinarily, she hated taking orders from me. But my command seemed to turn her on. Her two fingers plunged in and out of her, filling my ears with the squelching sound of her drenched pussy.
“Pinch your clit.” At her mewl of pleasure, I groaned and jerked my hand harder and faster on my cock. “Are you close, Kitten?”
“Yes, Callum,” she panted.
“Come for me,” I commanded.
While her fingers continued to furiously fuck her pussy, Caterina’s other hand slipped into the front of her dress. After pulling her breast halfway out of the bodice, she began to pinch her nipple. “Oh Christ,” I muttered, as I sped up my own hand.
As Caterina’s orgasm set off, her cry of pleasure echoed through the SUV. Watching her ride out the high sent me over the edge. Leaning forward, I shot my release onto Caterina’s thighs. Although I might not have been able to touch her tonight, I couldn’t resist marking her with ropes of my white, hot cum.
When I finished, I tucked my cock back into my pants. Caterina remained slumped over. Pushing her hair back, I chuckled at the sight of her passed out. Gripping the hem of her dress, I pulled it down her thighs. Once she was covered, I texted the driver.
Within seconds, he was at the door. “You can take us home now,” I instructed.
“Yes, sir.”
As we started down the road, I rolled down the window to let fresh air into the car. If I continued smelling the remainder of our coupling, I was going to be hard as a rock. Glancing over, I watched my little hellcat sleep. If I didn’t break down her reserve soon, I was going to end up with a permanent case of blue balls.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Caterina
As I floated into consciousness, a painful awareness filled me. Someone or something was smashing a hammer into my head. Fluttering my eyelids, I peered around trying to decipher where my assailant was. And then last night’s events came rushing back at me so hard I shuddered.
I had gotten completely and ridiculously drunk. And no one was hitting me–I was experiencing my first hangover.
With a groan, I rolled over to find Callum’s side of the bed empty. I glanced across the room at the grandfather clock. It was after nine. He’d already left for work. A pang entered my chest that he had left me alone to fend for myself through my first hangover. I don’t know why I let it bother me. Callum was an Irish clan leader. He didn’t have time to nurse his wife through a hangover.
Sighing, I rolled back over in bed and threw my hand over my eyes. At the sound of footsteps on the hardwood, I said, “Oh Lorna, please don’t turn on the lights. Just let me lay here and suffer.”
Her response was to throw open the curtains. With a groan, I threw the covers over my head. “Too bright.”
“What’s wrong, Kitten? Drink a little too much last night?”