Page 14 of Lucky Break
“I don’t want to go slow.” She takes my hands and moves them to her breasts.
“I’m not going to last.” Seriously. I might not make it another sixty seconds. The feel of her pussy squeezing my cock is too much.
“Callum.” Her hands cup my face and she presses a kiss to my lips. She rocks forward and back, picking up her rhythm. “Stop holding back and just fuck me.”
Damn it. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry.” I bury my face between her tits. Thrusting my hips up, my orgasm hits, shooting through my body and tightening my muscles. “Fuuuck.” I pump into her, trying to keep her pace, but it’s impossible. My cock has betrayed me and is already retreating. “Fucking bastard.”
“What?” Tess laughs, pulling back to meet my stare.
“My dick.” I sigh and shake my head. “I wanted this to last longer.” If I wouldn’t have come so fast, I could easily have squeezed another orgasm out of her.
“It’s okay, Callum. This was good.” She climbs off my lap.
“Was?” I hold my junk along with the condom that is seconds away from slipping off. “Oh, we’re not done yet.”
“No?” The enthusiasm in her response is all I need to know.
“Bring the condoms.” I nod to her bedroom. “I want you to come on my face again, then I’m going to fuck you. And for much longer.” I glare down at my lap. “Bastard.”
10
TESS
In my bedroomit’s a rush of touching and kissing. We explore each other with a comfort and abandon I’ve never experienced before. I feel safe with Callum. That and his determination to bring me pleasure is kind of the best thing in the world.
I always imagined he’d be a generous lover. But I never expected this. The most difficult thing about hooking up with Callum is not slipping up and admitting how long I’ve been fantasizing about him. I can hardly believe this is happening. Callum, naked in my bed, with me. If I’m dreaming, I never want to wake up.
I’m breathless and aching when he rolls me onto my back and kisses the valley between my breasts. “Let me make you feel good.” He drops a sensual kiss on my belly, then my hip. In the next breath, his face is between my thighs. “You’re so beautiful.” He stares appreciatively at my folds, then spreads them open with his fingers. Maybe I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. It’s clear Callum enjoys what he sees. He strokes lazy circles around my clit and my body hums with need.
“You look so good right now.” He flashes me a grin before disappearing between my thighs. His tongue plays with my clit. So good. He adds his fingers to the mix, sliding them inside me when he sucks, kisses, and licks my center. I writhe under his touch. He plays my body with the same precision he does an instrument. Striking all the right chords to build my gratification.
I moan, fisting the bedsheets so I have something to ground my body when it feels like I’m about to fly over the edge.
“God, I love it when you make that sound.” Callum props himself up on one elbow, resting his head against my thigh. “Yes, that’s it, babe.” His fingers move harder. Faster. Pumping inside and hitting the right spot. His other palm presses against my lower belly.
Damn. I’m so close. Need builds. Sweat prickles my skin. I clench my eyes shut and allow myself to focus on the sensations. The scruff of his beard on my skin. Our labored breaths. My muscles as they tighten like a band ready to snap.
My legs shake and try to press together, but he holds them open.
My hips lift, my body shifting to meet his movements. Yes. Fuck. There it is. If he keeps hitting that spot I’m going to come.
“Yes. Just like that, babe. Fuck my fingers like you fucked my cock.”
My response is less than coherent, groaning as I arch my back. The pressure inside bursts, and I swear I see stars. Tremors of pleasure ripple through my body. I want to tell him I love him. That he’s driving me mad and I never want him to stop. But I settle on swearing and calling out his name instead.
He replaces his fingers with his mouth, eating me out and lapping at my center like a man starved. “Fucking hell, I want to bury my cock inside you again.”
“Please, yes.” I might not be able to walk tomorrow. I might get a UTI. Or worse, get my heart broken. But all of those things are worth it if I get more of this with him.
“Hands and knees.” He helps pull me up. “I want to fuck you from behind.” There’s something sinfully delicious about the way those words sound with his accent.
I get into position as he suits up with a condom. I arch my back and glance over my shoulder to watch him. He’s handsome, but what I feel goes beyond physical attraction. My skin aches for his warmth. I’m wet and ready for more.
“Fuck.” Callum’s hand runs over my ass, squeezing one cheek. “You have no idea how sexy you look right now.” He climbs onto the bed and positions himself behind me. “A little wider.” He pushes my knees so our bodies line up and then he’s inside me, stretching me open and caressing my back as he thrusts inside. I rock back and we find a pace together. He whispers words of adoration. For my body. For how good I make him feel. His praise strips away any insecurities left, and the slap of our bodies coming together play out the most erotic soundtrack.
His fingers thread into my hair at the nape of my neck. He pulls, arching my back and sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. He bends at the waist and his mouth is at my earlobe. Kissing. Whispering. Encouraging.
“Fuck me.” He groans. “You feel so good. I’m going to embarrass myself.”
