Page 85 of Ricochet
“Tell me what I can do. I want to help you.”
I fuckinghatefeeling helpless.
Callum sniffs a few more times, his body trembling at least a little less than before. When he pulls back to look into my eyes that have adjusted to the darkness, I see his are red, tear tracks staining his cheeks.
In a soft, desperate whisper, he says, “I need you inside me.”
My brow furrows. “What?”
“Please, Stone. I need you. Turn all my bad things good.”
I search his gaze for any sign that maybe he’s not in his right mind, but the determination and urgency I find there instead are enough to convince me.
Heneedsthis.
Just like he needs death.
Leaving one arm around him, I bring my other hand up and tenderly brush a fingertip along his lips. He parts them, and I slip two fingers inside his mouth. His eyelids flutter closed. Every taut muscle in his body loosens as those shadows recede to where they came from.
I wish I could vanquish them completely.
Removing my fingers from his mouth, I reach down to tug his underwear off. I grab his thigh and hike his leg over mine, and the position has his cock touching mine through the fabric of my boxers. He’s not hard. I’m not either, but I’m having to fight the surge of blood trying to head that way.
As I thrust my fingers back into his mouth, gliding them slowly over his tongue, I know it wouldn’t take much more to get me there.
“That’s it, baby,” I tell him as he starts to suck. “Get them nice and wet, okay? I’m going to show you that you’re safe. That you’ll always be safe with me. That I’ll always give you what you need.”
His eyes open then, and I’m relieved to see them full of calm this time. It’s the kind of calm that overcomes him when I seduce him with talk of death.
Slipping my fingers back out one last time, I lower them between us, feeling my way past his balls until I get to his hole. I swirl one fingertip around his rim before gently pushing it inside.
Callum’s breath catches in his throat, his lips still parted as his peaceful gaze holds mine captive.
He holdsmecaptive.
I’ll gladly let him lock me away if he can stop me from locking him away first.
After I’ve worked one finger inside him, I add the second.
A soft sigh slips past his lips, and his head lands back against my chest.
“Do you need more?” I ask, not expecting anything.
My cock is hard now, and his is halfway there. But this feels different than the times that have ended in a fuck.
“No. Not right now,” he says, his voice finally steady, if a bit breathless. “Can we…can we just sleep like this?”
“Anything you need, baby.”
“You. Like this. That’s what I need.” He nuzzles against my chest, kissing my collarbone. “When I have nightmares, you could…I mean…”
“You want me to wake you up like this?” I ask, thrusting my fingers in just a little deeper.
His quiet moan vibrates through me. “Yes. With your fingers or your cock, it doesn’t matter.”
My dick sure loves that idea, voicing its ecstatic approval by twitching in my boxers.
“Turn all my bad things good, Stone,” he says again, his voice growing tired. “I think you’re the only one who can.”