Page 25 of Fight
Arousal rips through my core, and I shudder. “I need this.” His other hand sweeps my hair to the side, and his lips brush over my shoulder blade.
“So tight… Keep pushing down.”
I follow directions,like agood girl. His hand leaves mine, and I maintain the pressure against my flesh when he cups my sides and moves me up and down his cock.
“Fuck!” I cry out, and my voice grows louder.
“That’s right, baby. You are such a good fuck.” His chuckle is taunting.
His hand slips under my chin, and he circles my throat without applying force. “Still with me?”
I nod. “Always.”
Intentional choking in the back of an ambulance… That’s new.
With the back of my head still resting on his shoulder, I look up at the ceiling, but all I see are stars. I squirm and succumb to the urge to grind in his lap.
“I know you want to move, sweetheart, but keep your legs open for me.”
Grasping the sides of his thighs is all I can do to hold on. I’m racked with involuntary shakes, and my forehead breaks out in a cold sweat as another orgasm swells. I groan with a clenched jaw. It’s so hard to sit still.
My eyes find the back windows, and I stare in awe at the reflection of him pounding into me from below.
“See how stunning you are getting fucked by a fat cock? The way your eyes sparkle when you’re taking it?” He slaps my clit, then impales me down on him. My mouth drops open, and his palms grip my waist again as he works me over like I’m his personal fuck toy. My moans shake as I’m bounced on top of him. It’s relentless bliss. There’s not a muscle in me that isn’t fully engaged.
“Eyes forward.”
I affix my gaze to the windows in front of us; he’s so handsome. Callahan shakes his head. “Not on me—on you. Watch yourself come.”
“Cal… Don’t stop.”
My breasts jump with each thrust. There’s something strangely healing about watching myself get ravaged by this man. A smile creeps onto my face, I hardly recognize the woman staring back at me—she’s uninhibited and raw and fearless. I love this.I love sex.How could this ever be considered a sin? It’s beautiful.
“Come on, baby…” His words are deep and commanding. “Come all over me. There you go, that pussy’s squeezing so tight. You’re almost there.”
It sends me over, and my jaw drops on a silent scream.
“Do it, Scottie!” he growls as his teeth rake against my skin, sending goose bumps across my flesh and making me shiver. My eyes pinch shut, but he shouts my name, and I open them again, witnessing myself overwhelmed with ecstasy.
“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”
I don’t remember making sounds. I remember nothing at the moment. Only searing pleasure. He slowly brings me down from the high, and the sweat on his chest makes him glide against my back. “Spin around,” he orders, breathless.
With wobbly legs, I stand.
“Whoa, easy.” He stabilizes and pulls me back down. I can’t catch my breath, but I straddle him and grunt as I’m filled with him again—this time facing each other. It’s more intimate than before. He presses his forehead to mine, and I squeeze his biceps, gripping the firm muscles for support.
“We can rest for a minute, just grind.”
It’s exhilarating. The thrill makes my skin buzz. It’s like the first time I got drunk and wondered why anyone would ever choose to be sober. Will waking up tomorrow feel like paying a debt, or will I crave it all over again? He bows his head and blows out a breath, seemingly enjoying the show of our bodies moving together.
“Beautiful,” he mutters. His lips seal over my nipples, and he sucks.
His mouth on me while my hips grind against him is a different experience. My body is spent, muscles fatigued, but they don’t quit. This is an indulgence like I’ve never known, and there’s no guarantee I’ll get it again.
We regard each other, and it’s as if time stops, even if only briefly. His smile is magnetic. Genuine and real. He’s so present, living in the moment. With his eyes on mine, our setting falls away. Callahan’s gaze drops to my lips, and he cups the back of my neck, draws me closer, and kisses me. It’s powerful. I roll my hips, and he moans. I love that I can affect him the way he does me. His palms rest on my waist, just above the crease of my thighs, and he leads me as I rock on his length, seeking gratification.
“Fuck, I’m not ready to come yet.”