Callim's Challenge

by Pearl Tate

  My body is still shaking with aftershocks, but I don’t want him to think it wasn’t fantastic. I’m a little worried about his size but if I’m on top, I can control what I take.

  “Have you ever been with a woman before?” I’d rather just know. Hannah spouts about how so many of these guys have never been with a woman. Or if they have, it’s a carefully controlled ritual or something.

  His hair is going crazy around us, making our own private space between us as I pull back to study his reaction. His oval pupils get larger as he licks his lips sensually before answering. “I just was.”

  Smiling, I kiss his nose as I throw my leg over his much larger body. His eyes are locked to my tits as they bounce over him before he reaches to caress them. My legs just meet the mattress, so I’ll need to make adjustments to get some movement over him.

  “Besides me. And you know what I meant.” Planting my hands on his chest, I shift my weight so his cock rests like a bar of steel against my cleft. My release coats him easily as I slide up and down in anticipation. “You are large but I’m going to go slow. You’re ready, right?”

  “You have no idea how much I want you, Shelly. I’m battling the urge to throw you on your back and take over.” That’s a good urge but not for our first time. It’s been a long time for me. I’d rather be in control until I’m comfortable and assured he doesn’t have any weird kinkiness.

  “I’m not fragile, but let me get you inside me slowly first, okay?” I lift my hand to cup his face, staring into his unusual eyes as he nods his agreement. The deep rumble that escapes him as I slide up his length is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

  Pausing over his dusty nipple, I notice they’re beaded slightly from the cold or desire. The temptation is too much to resist. Sealing my lips over the closest peak, I suck and rub the tip of my tongue over him similar to how he treated mine.

  A deep moan tingles my lips from the vibrations as he moans but I don’t stop. His hands brush my thighs as I use my mouth to play with him, flattening more on his chest and belly. I love the sensation of his firm, smooth skin under my body.

  Reaching between us, I gently wrap my fingers around the base of him. He’s so damn big. Trying not to dwell on that, I release his nipple with a final rake of my teeth before sucking in the other. His cock twitches in my hand as I rub it against my wet folds. It seems to get larger if that’s even possible!

  Callim seems to enjoy everything I’m doing, so I release his nipple to plant wet kisses up to his neck. His ragged breath blows my hair as I suck on his neck. Reaching behind me this time, I grip his cock and guide him to right where I want him. “Ready?” I whisper into his ear. “Hold still for me just until I adjust, okay?”

  He smiles as I release his neck to make sure we are on the same page. His hands are still caressing me, but I see a fine sheen of sweat breaking out across his naturally dark, muscular body.

  Sexist man alive contender for sure! I’m aching to experience him inside me.

  Pressing back, I groan as I feel my body resist his penetration. Sitting back, I put more pressure with my weight until his thick cock breaches me. Throwing my head back, I enjoy the stretch as I slowly sink down on him.

  Pausing, I come up a bit to sink back onto his length. I take my time and touch my lips to his, encouraging him to open to me. His desire is immediate and frenzied and our tongues duel as I work him inside me. Deeper and deeper, he stretches me to the point of near pain—but it feels so, so good.

  Breaking our kiss, I sit back. I let my weight take him inside me a few more inches. One of his hands leaves my legs to reach above his head. Lifting up and forward a few inches, I sink down again taking more of him inside me. The sheer bliss is incredible, and I hope he feels the same.

  When my ass brushes the top of his thighs, I know I’ve taken most of him. I’ve adjusted faster than I thought I would. His moans below me motivate me to ride him faster.

  I’m not sure who’s more tortured by the slow pace I’ve set. Lowering myself completely one more time, I feel absolutely connected to him. It's pure perfection. Pausing, I look down at him to see if he appreciates the feeling as much as I do.

  He moans as he grips the pillow under his head tightly. I watch the other hand come up too. His arm muscles flex and tighten, showcasing the incredible strength in his body. When his gaze meets mine, I move. Setting a fast pace, I ride him hard.

  Throwing back my head, I just can’t keep eye contact any longer. Incredibly, I can sense my climax building again despite always needing more than just a man inside me to come.

  Riding him frantically, my body burns to release as I grind my hips against him with every downward stroke. My muscles clench hard around him and when the pleasure tears through me, I cry out in surprise.

  Callim rolls me over, pinning me under his body and driving into me harder and faster. It spikes my climax higher and I keep coming until I’m sure my head might explode. He groans and plants himself one final time before I feel him pulsing deep inside me. The warmth of his come and body on top of me makes me dissolve into the bed.

  Panting, I cling to him and enjoy his twitching deep inside me. Whatever slight pain I might have felt from his large size and my enthusiastic pace, is fading quickly. When I open my eyes, he’s holding most of his weight off me with his elbows propped on the bed by my shoulders.

  I don’t remember putting my arms around his neck, but they’re still holding him tightly to me, locked behind his head.

  “Did I hurt you?” Concern narrows his exotic eyes as he waits for me to release him. Pulling my arms back, I rub his shoulders.

  “It was amazing. Wonderful for me.”

  His smile widens, and he flashes his perfect teeth. “Yes. It was.”

  Pulling him closer, I brush his mouth with my lips, and he groans. Forcing my lips open for his exploring tongue, I let him lead until he breaks it off to peer down at me again.

  “Did I do alright for my first time? It was fine when I rolled you over?”

  “I loved it. I was a little sore for the first few seconds but not now.”

  “I loved when you came and melted on top of me. I could feel you gush around me and sink down until I was buried inside you. That’s how I knew you would be fine if I rolled you over.” He grins with a satisfied look on his face. His eyes flicker above my head. “I ruined the pillow though.”

  When he lays down next to me, I flip over to see what he’s referring to. Sure enough, the pillow has been pulled apart like it was split at a seam. But it wasn’t on a seam. Gray fluff litters the bed.

  “I don’t remember doing that.” He looks worried as he frowns.

  “Better the pillow than me. Thanks for gripping it instead of my thighs.” I laugh and shove him when he still looks concerned. “Oh well. You were just too focused on me.”

  When he still looks worried, I pick up a half of the pillow and whack him across the head. Stuffing floats in the air as I laugh at his surprised expression. “Gotcha!” I taunt again giggling as he watches me stupidly.

  It looks like I still have a lot to teach him. Hasn’t he ever had a pillow fight?

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  - Callim

  “You’re beautiful, Shelly. Did I tell you that?” I realize she’s trying to get me to relax about the damage I’ve done to her pillow, but I want to be serious. “You’re the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen when I’m inside you and you’re enjoying us being together.”

  She freezes as pillow filler floats in the surrounding air. “That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.” Her breathless whisper tells me how much she enjoys hearing my feelings. I make a mental note to make sure I tell her often how wonderful she is.

  It won’t be hard. She’s really incredible. She puts on a tough exterior but that’s just to keep others away. Inside, I can detect her yearning for something more. Something stable. I will be everything she needs.

  Happiness fills my entire being as we st
are at each other. I shift over to her and pull her into my arms for a long, slow kiss. My still-hard cock rubs her thigh and I can’t help wondering if it will ever go down around her again. Now that I'm aware how incredible her tight, wet cunt is, I don’t know.

  “I’ll clean this up while you get started in the bathing facility. I’m sorry about your pillow.” I can sleep without one since there are two here.

  “You could worry about the pillow later and join me in the shower.” She shakes her breasts enticingly while sliding to the side of the bed to stand. My gaze travels her entire body, marveling at how lucky I am.

  “You inspire me to work quickly. I’ll take care of this and be in immediately.”

  “Okay…” Shelly hesitates in the doorway to the bathing facility, holding the door frame high on each side before shaking her ass. The round, perfect globes bounce temptingly. It’s the most attractive vision I’ve ever seen.

  Groaning, I hear her close the door as I head to the food prep area and search through the area for a trash of some sort. I notice the suction cleaner end that’s retracted into the wall and pull it out to activate its cleaning with air.

  It doesn’t take long to remove the fluff from the bedding and floor. I set the material the pillow was created with aside in case there’s a recycling center in the ship for fabric. When I open the door to the bathing facility, warm steam floats out along with Shelly’s enticing female scent.

  Groaning, I inhale deeply. My cock never went completely down. But now it’s hard and standing straight up as I enter the shower area.

  Shelly’s rinsing her hair. I lean against the wall to enjoy watching the water flow down her pale, perfect skin. Except for a few brown dots on her face, her entire body is much lighter than mine. She teases me by running her hands down her front, cupping her breasts and squeezing them together.

  “Mm. Yes.” Her breathless voice and motions tease me as her eyes crack open seductively to make sure I’m watching. Holding my breath, I wait to see what her next move will be and I’m not disappointed. One of her hands drops to her cunt to spread her folds and rub her clit that’s so sensitive.

  Stepping forward, I cover the distance between us quickly. I don’t know if she’s just teasing, but I want her again. I can at least try. She can always say no.

  Lifting her quickly, I turn her into the wall and balance her against the side of the shower. Instinctively, our lips lock and I thrust my tongue into her mouth the way I wish I was deep inside her cunt. Her keening cry around my lips is music to my ears. I experience her answering lust roar through our bond.

  “Grip me tight.” She wraps her arms around me instantly, locking them behind my neck. Her legs wrap around my hips at the same time. Bracing my shoulder against the wall, I make sure she has warmth from the water stream.

  Hesitating, I slow my kisses to make sure she wants this too. Cupping her ass, I pull her tighter against my hips. “Can I have you again?”

  “Yes.” Her enthusiastic agreement is all I get before she’s kissing me forcefully. She’s wet and I’m hard as I shift to rub my cock against her slit. Slowly moving my tip, I tease her slit and caress it with my length. It’s heavenly torture.

  She moans into my mouth and wiggles against me. Breaking the kiss, she’s still panting as she urges me on. “I want you now. Please, I ache.”

  Locking my eyes with her, I shift our hips. I’m so hard, I only need to move a bit to fit us together. Lowering her down my body, I feel my tip slide then catch at her opening. The sensation of penetrating her and filling her until she stretches tightly around me brings a cry of pleasure from both our lips. Her tight channel is a fist almost choking my cock but in the most amazing way.

  “Heaven.” I rasp in her neck. “If there’s such a place, you are it for me, Shelly. I’ve never felt as at home as when I’m deep inside you. You’re perfect.”

  Shelly squeezes around me and I harden more in response. Her wet, slick body slides erotically against mine as she bucks her hips. “Nothing has ever felt this good to me either, Callim. No one has ever made me feel the way you do when you’re inside me.”

  I move then, only withdrawing a little to slam upward, driving into her depths like she did when she was on top to me. The sharp motion drives Shelly wild. She moans and uses the inside of her legs to clasp me to her tighter. Her hands move down to my shoulders so she can help move on me.

  Braced against the wall, she rides me as I drive in and out of her tight, wet heat. I notice myself swelling inside her. Her upper back and shoulders slam against the side of against the surface of the, but she doesn’t stop.

  Shifting my hold on her, I place an arm under her ass as a shelf and slide a hand between us. I want to press her little clit while I drive into her. Moving faster, driving harder, she explodes in my arms. As she screams my name, I jerk her to me as I climax too.

  We are both panting for long seconds as we slow. Still wrapped in my arms, I hold her tight and turn us both into the spray to relax.

  “You are totally mine,” I whisper into her small ear. “I’ll never let you go.”

  She doesn’t seem to have any trouble with that. Her small smile is almost smug, and I sense her contentment clearly through our bond.

  Even though I’m sad I’ll never see my pod brothers again, I wouldn’t trade Shelly for anything. Bren’s enlightenment about the Marel still scares me. I now understand that it’s a very different life than what I was envisioning on another planet. But I know there isn’t anything I can do for Temkel or the others.

  I need to embrace this new life and be thankful for all it contains. Especially Shelly.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  - Shelly

  This is the first time I’ve ever woken up next to a man. The heavy weight of our legs tangled together is the major thing I notice as I come awake. Curling towards Callim’s body, I shift my leg on top higher and press the full length of my frame against him.

  He’s warm and doesn’t move as I study him. Even his hair is relaxed as I reach up to run my finger lightly down his straight nose. There are fine hairs all over his body and it makes him feel plush like velvet. Studying his chest in front of me, I stroke them softly.

  His skin is a lot darker than mine—not that it’s saying much. I’m super fair. But he’s darker skinned than a lot of the other Quasarians I’ve seen. I wonder if he’s spent more time outside or if they have different ethnicities like humans do?

  Everything about him is so sexy and irresistible. The mating marks on his chest are brighter than yesterday and I twist my arm over him to look at my own. Yes, they are exactly the same color. Many variations of blue to a teal green combine with shades of reddish yellow and even white. They’re shifting through the ornate lines that wind around his torso. It makes his skin look as if it has a living entity laying on top of it. Where it reaches his neck, it curves towards the front and then back into his hair. I’m curious if it continues under his hair and onto his scalp.

  And down lower, it frames his defined abs, winding around his huge equipment and down his thighs. Just looking at him makes my legs clench. I can’t even count the number of times we had sex last night. Lots. It’s not surprising he’s still dead to the world. But it startles me to realize I’m horny again. That isn’t like me at all.

  It’s hard to be raised in a household where sex is used for currency and control and not have a skewed sense of intimacy. I promised myself that once I got into college, I wouldn’t get distracted by guys or sex. My mother told me plenty of times how getting pregnant with me derailed her dreams of finishing school and pursuing corporate jobs.

  Of course, that story doesn’t really hold water since she also didn’t seem to know who my dad was. Which makes me suspect she was on drugs and turning tricks to support that habit long before she got knocked up. Considering the household and foster homes I ended up with in my teens, I think I did well.

  My anger at losing all that momentum in school is fading. The dreams o
f becoming a successful lawyer to help children will have to be replaced. Only having Callim makes that idea tolerable.

  I mean, I still hate the fact that we seem to have some kind of chemical reaction to each other that makes us mates. That’s fucked up. But he is perfect for me.

  My display is buzzing. I wiggle gingerly away to locate it. Callim doesn’t stir even when I leave the bed and race to the bag on the chair by the door to pull it out.

  “Are you up?” Beth’s smiling face looks entirely too chipper. Her hair is smoothed down with dampness and she’s dressed.

  Not knowing the exact time has been one of the major adjustments for me. Beth says it’s because I’m a control freak and so used to living on a schedule. She’s probably right.

  “I’m up but Callim’s still crashed out.” My eyes flicker to him to make sure I’m not being too loud.

  “Turn around!” Beth circles her finger in the air. “I can tell you’re naked, so let’s see them.”

  Rolling my eyes, I strategically swivel the tablet to my back. Leaning forward, I pull my shoulder length hair to the side. I probably flashed my butt, although she doesn’t comment. She’s too busy squealing like an idiot.

  Turning the volume down more, I put my finger over my lips. It does nothing. “I knew it. You bitch! All that complaining and backlash and you’re mated the first night.”

  “So! I’m sure you are too!” Walking into the bathroom, I shut the door hoping Callim doesn’t pick up the conversation.

  “Yeah, but I never acted like a child about it. What changed your mind?” She’s toned it down and looks seriously at me through the video on the tablet.

  “Besides the obvious?”

  “Like how hot he is?” Beth’s tapping her index finger to her chin.

  “Or how Atticus said it would help with the disease?” I’m not totally being honest, and I know it. I'd have fucked his brains out yesterday, regardless. I wanted him.