Page 98 of To Have and to Stalk
He dragged me by the grip of my pussy down and off the bed, until I was literally sitting in his hand. Then he fucked up inside me.
“Oh god,” I gasped, clutching his shoulders for support.
I nearly saw stars.
I didn’t know this was an option.
I felt so totally fucking owned.
Calder watched me in a way I could feel in my soul, dark-eyed gaze staring up at me as he fucked me. Locked on any slight movement. When my lips parted after he pressed a particularly cruel and addictive spot, his eyes dilated like I’d pleased him. Like that was what he was looking for.
He did it again.
And again.
His lids hooded, his lip quirked.
I was transfixed by him, by the way he watched me. Thehunger.
It was like this wasn’t even about me. Like the orgasm building in my core, the way I could barely think, was all forhim. Gettinghimoff. My brain melting in pleasure was just a fortunate side effect.
Calder’s lips landed on the inside of my thigh, trailing upward, and it was like I was doused in ice water.
It’s just a preference, Shay.
A second later, Calder stopped, lifting his head to mine. “Shay?”
“I—” I broke off, trying to come back to the moment.
I’ll do it if you want, but eating you out doesn’t do it for me. You don’t taste very good and you’re always…prickly. I hate getting that in my mouth.
Calder’s eyes narrowed, and he slid out of me, rising until he had me caged on the bed again. Until we were eye to eye.
“What is it, Shay?”
Graham never liked it. I never got off from it. And rationally I knew it wasn’t about me. Some people just didn’t like that. But fuck, I think I’d developed a complex. The idea of him going down on me.Thatwas vulnerability.Thatwas trust.
“You can just, like, stick it in,” I said. “You don’t have to, like, you know.”
“Stick it in?” he repeated, barking an incredulous laugh, head falling forward. I felt the heat of his breath against my thigh. “How little you think of me.”
I was momentarily distracted by Calder. The half smirk still lingering on his lips. His hair falling in messy waves over cobalt eyes.
“I just…” I trailed off again.
Calder resituated, lifting onto his hands to give me space while still keeping me pinned. More dark waves fell messy across his blue eyes. I swallowed at the intensity of his stare. Is this what he’d looked like in the graveyard, under his helmet?
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Shay,” he said. Like the wind weathering a rock, his gaze slid into me, grounding.
“I’ve never come that way,” I said. “So if you’re, like, you know, wanting to get me going first or whatever, you don’t have to. I’m fine.”
He shifted his weight to one side, hand traveling down my stomach, and to my pussy. “Did you like it when I touched you here?”
Ohgod,yes.
“Yes, but?—”
He slid a finger inside me, cutting me off. “Do you want me to stop?”
