I didn’t know what to do. Because the fact was, I wanted him to stay. Even though I was feeling just a little bit better, I was scared and exhausted, and I knew instinctively that Cal could protect me if someone tried to break in.
But I felt so exposed to him, now that he’d guessed what had happened with my stepfather all those years ago. Still, at this point, I was too tired and emotionally drained to feel much of anything besides numb. It was what it was. Cal knew my secret. There was no going back now.
“Okay,” I said tiredly. “Thank you, Cal.”
I went to the closet and got him a pillow and blankets, and helped him make up the couch into some sort of semi-comfortable place to sleep. Cal was clearly too tall to stretch out all the way on it, but he told me he’d be fine.
“I’ve slept in way worse places, Andi,” he grinned at me. “Don’t worry about me.”
I wandered into the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash cold water on my red, puffy face, then came back out again to find Cal had pulled off his black T-shirt. I tried and failed not to stare at his broad, muscled chest. A pattern of tattoos covered his left pec and arm from the shoulder to the elbow. My lips parted in surprise and longing as my gaze moved downward toward his chiseled abdomen and the muscles that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. My mouth went dry.
Then I realized Cal had been looking at me the whole time.
“You see something you like?” He winked.
Shit. “Sorry,” I mumbled.
His face broke into a sexy smirk. “Don’t be. There’s not a straight male in the world who wouldn’t want to catch you looking at him like that.”
I blushed furiously as heat erupted in my core and began to spread through me. The memory of what he’d done to me the last time we were together took hold in my mind and wouldn’t let go, and my body began to respond as though he was about to repeat the performance.
“I…” I stammered. “I should go to bed. Are you sure you’re going to be okay on the couch?”
“I’ll be fine, Andi. Though,” he continued, his eyes running down my body lazily, “I wouldn’t turn down an invitation to sleep somewhere else.” His gaze flicked to my bed in the corner of the room.
It was insane the way the mood had shifted between us in just a few seconds. My traitorous body was fairly screaming at me to take a step toward him and do what I suddenly wanted very badly to do. My mind was trying to make sense of the fact that a man who had just learned about my abuse at the hands of my stepfather could still find me sexy and desirable. Not to mention that he was going to be sleeping just a few feet away from me all night, without even a door between us.
And most mind-bending of all was realizing that Cal had just put the ball firmly in my court. If I wanted anything to happen between us, I knew, it would have to be me who made the first move.
Which I had no intention of doing.
Right?
“Well, uh, goodnight,” I muttered, and fled back to the bathroom to change into a pair of sweats and a large, formless shirt.
When I came back again, Cal was lying on the couch, a blanket flung over him, bare chest still exposed. I forced my eyes away from the sight and shut off the lights. After I’d climbed into bed, the apartment grew still, the only sounds those of Cal occasionally shifting his position under the blanket. I lay there and listened to his breathing, hearing it slow and deepen as he drifted off to sleep.
I, on the other hand, was suddenly wide awake. The fear and dread that had overwhelmed me earlier in the evening had been replaced by my body’s acute awareness of Cal’s sleeping form not fifteen feet from me. With every breath that I heard him take, I remembered the feel of his lips on my neck, the warmth of his skin against mine, the feathery touch of his thumb as he caressed my need-slickened clit. My own breathing became shallow, ragged, as the heat between my legs grew to an ache, then a throb.
“I wouldn’t turn down an invitation to sleep somewhere else.”
It didn’t have to mean anything, I told myself. I knew from experience that I could separate sex from feelings. Hell, maybe if we just did it — got it out of our systems — then I could stop feeling so tortured by how fucking ridiculously sexy he was.
No one would have to know. It could just be one night, one time we gave in and just did what our bodies wanted us to.
I could feel my face flame hot as I slid out of bed and padded quietly over to the couch.
“Cal,” I whispered as softly as I could.
“I thought you’d never come,” he said.
His mouth found mine in the darkness. My lips opened, letting his tongue slide against mine as I tried and failed to stifle a moan. I reached up and let my hands caress the smooth skin and hard muscle of his chest. Holy hell, I thought dizzily as a hot spike of need shot through me. I’d barely even touched him, and I was already so close.
Cal bent down and picked me up, swinging me in his arms as though I barely weighed anything. He carried me to the bed and set me down, then stood. I watched him by the pale moonlight streaming through the window, as he undid the button on his jeans. He let go of them and they pooled around his ankles, his erection springing free. I remembered how large he had felt that night under my hand, but nothing had prepared me for this. His cock was massive, thick and hard. “Gorgeous” was not a word I’d ever used to describe a man’s penis before, but this one was. My hand remembered how it had felt under his jeans, and it flexed now slightly as I imagined touching it, feeling his hot skin over the pulsing root.
Cal reached for me and silently motioned for me to pull of my shirt. I did as he wanted, letting it drop onto the floor next to the bed. He leaned over, reached for my ankles and grabbed the hems of my sweats, tugging at them. I lifted my hips so he could slide them off.
He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, gazing down at me with unconcealed lust. “Jesus, Andi, you’re even more fucking gorgeous than I thought you’d be.” His eyes raked over my breasts, down my body to my throbbing core. My skin reacted instantly, almost as though he was touching me. I resisted the urge to cover myself as wetness pooled between my legs.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing this,” he growled. He knelt before me on the bed, between my legs. His eyes locked on me, he gripped the hard shaft and began to stroke it slowly: once, twice. I was mesmerized, nearly consumed by lust as I watched his hand as it moved up and down the massive shaft.
“Do you see what you do to me?” he murmured. Precum beaded on his head.
“Yes,” I whispered, so quietly I wasn’t sure he could hear me.
He moved forward slightly, and slid the head against my slick folds. I moaned at the velvety heat of it.
“I’m going to make you beg, Andi.”
I’m almost at the point of begging right now, I thought, but I didn’t say it.
He leaned over and kissed me, then moved toward my ear, sucking the sensitive lobe between his full, sensual lips. “I’m going to fuck you,” he murmured. “But first, I’m going to put my tongue between your legs and lick your pussy until you scream my name.”
I shivered lightly as his breath tickled my skin. God, what he was saying… it was so filthy. I’d never had a guy talk to me like that before. Honestly, I’d never really understood what the appeal of dirty talk was during sex.
Until now.
Listening to Cal tell me what he was going to do to me was… hot. Like really hot. Having him say such crude, raw things… it made my skin practically crave him. I forced myself to look him in the eyes. My lower lip went between my teeth as I imagined how he would taste if I leaned down and took his throbbing shaft into my mouth…
“You look like pure sex,” Cal chuckled. A sexy half-snarl twisted one side of his mouth. “Get ready, Doll,” he rasped. “You’re going to remember this.”
His hand left his erection as he grazed his lips down my skin from my neck to my breasts. I held my breath. His lips closed over my nipple. I gasped as his
tongue began to swirl, hardening the bud.
He suckled me. I cried out. My back arched, pressing my breasts toward him as he flicked the the tip of his tongue against it. My breath began to come in ragged gasps as he moved to the other breast, giving it the same punishing, delicious attention. My legs fell wider, my hips thrusting as I pulsed with need, and Cal met the thrust with his own, pressing his hard length against my core. “Oh, God…” I whispered as I moaned and writhed underneath him. “Cal!”
His hands went to my biceps and pinned me to the bed as his lips began to travel lower. He licked my skin under the curve of my breasts, and I mewled and strained toward him, wanting his tongue back on my nipples. He moved lower, teasing me with his tongue and lips as he kissed toward my stomach, then lower… lower…
I was throbbing almost painfully now between my legs, barely able to stop myself from begging him to plunge his tongue inside me, to make me come now, before I lost my mind. He moved his hands down from my arms to my hips, holding them fast. Then, so slowly, he positioned himself and lowered his mouth to just above my core, so close I could feel his hot breath on my desperate sex. My hips tried to arch to meet his mouth, but he held me down, taking total control. A low whine emerged from deep in my throat as my head thrashed from side to side. I couldn’t bear it, I needed his mouth on me, couldn’t stand to have him this close without giving me what I longed for.
“I can’t wait to know what you taste like,” he murmured as I struggled. “I can’t wait to have my tongue deep inside this pussy.”
Then, his mouth descended to claim me.
The first stroke of his tongue against my clit made me cry out, a sound that was half between agony and euphoria. He began to slowly lap at me, his tongue dragging slowly and lightly against my slit. I desperately wanted to move my hips toward his mouth, to soothe the deep ache he’d caused inside me, but he was in no hurry to give me relief. He plunged his tongue deep inside me, licking, sucking, enjoying me, then back out, swirling his tongue in lazy circles that drove me half-mad. “Oh, God,” I moaned. “Cal, please… please, let me come.”
He chuckled. “I told you I was gonna make you beg.”
The vibrations of his voice against my pussy just made me more desperate. “Please, Cal,” I urged. I was beyond feeling embarrassed for pleading with him. “I can’t stand anymore. I need it. I need you.”
With a growl, his mouth descended on me again. He sucked my clit between his lips, then slid the length of his tongue against my slick nub. My orgasm ripped through me violently as his tongue delivered me, and I cried out his name over and over, bucking and writhing as the waves coursed through my entire body.
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Cal
CAL
The hottest goddamn thing I’d ever seen in my entire life was Andi Wagner coming on my tongue.
So hot that my dick was pulsing painfully as she writhed under my mouth.
I continued to lap and suckle at her until she finally pressed my head away, gasping and exhausted, and too sensitive to take any more. I raised myself up between her legs and knelt between them, lowering my head to murmur into her ear:
“You’re fucking delicious, Andi. I loved licking your juices, sliding my tongue over you, tasting you, devouring you. Making you beg. And now I’m going to fuck the life out of you.”
She gazed up at me, her eyes wide and dark with passion. Her lips were plump and swollen from my earlier assault on them. She watched me wordlessly, breathing hard as I reached over the bed, grabbed for my jeans and found a condom in my wallet. Ripping the foil open, I positioned it against the head of my cock, almost moaning at the friction as I rolled it on. As desperate as I was to fuck Andi, I wasn’t sure I was gonna last all that long.
I placed my cock at her soaking entrance and dragged it slowly along her slit. She gasped, her eyes half-closing as her head fell back. “Jesus, Cal,” she whispered.
“Get used to saying my name, Doll,” I growled. “Get used to screaming it.”
I pushed inside her, slightly, just the head of my cock, and she whimpered her hips arching to meet me. Gritting my teeth and praying for self-control, I pulled out and thrust in again, deeper this time. She moaned. Fuck, I couldn’t take it anymore. I plunged deep inside now, gripping Andi’s hips as I buried myself in her. Her eyes flew open and locked on mine as a strangled cry ripped from her throat. “Cal!” she rasped. “Oh, God, yes!”
Every time she called my name, something built inside me. This time, with my cock enveloped in her hot, wet channel, whatever it was exploded, and I passed from just lust, to something more feral, wilder. I gripped her hips more tightly as I began to thrust, harder and harder, and she cried out again and clutched desperately at the sheets, meeting my thrusts with her own. Fuck. It was starting. I was passing the point of no return. Andi’s pussy began to clench against me, and I could tell she was getting close again, too. She arched and tensed, and as I felt my cock start to expand, I let go of her hip with one of my hands and drew my thumb against her soaking clit. “Come for me, Andi,” I urged, my voice thick. “Come with me.”
She cried out and shuddered just as I felt myself go over the edge, emptying myself inside her with a loud groan. I thrust again, again, as jet after jet ripped from me. I couldn’t ever remember coming this hard.
It felt like something I’d been waiting for for years. Andi. I’d fucked Andi, within an inch of both of our lives.
And I knew it wouldn’t be nearly enough to get her out of my system.
“Can I ask you something?” she panted as we lay back on the bed.
“Shoot,” I replied.
“How did you know there’d be a next time?”
“Are you kidding me?” I chuckled. “Do you remember when I made you come on my hand?” I turned to look at her. “Face it, Wagner, it didn’t take a genius to figure out you wanted me.”
“What? I wanted you?” she snorted. “Do you remember what happened about thirty seconds ago? I don’t think that was just charity on your part.”
I shrugged and cast a wicked glance in her direction. “Yeah, I guess I didn’t mind it too much.”
“Oh, my God, you are so…” She shook her head.
“What?” I widened my eyes.
“Infuriating. Arrogant. Cocky.”
I grinned. “You said cock.”
She burst into disbelieving laughter. “Idiot.”
“Oh, come on,” I teased her. “You laughed.” I pulled her to me and nestled her in the crook of my arm. For a moment, she resisted, and then I felt her settle in and relax next to me, her head on my shoulder.
“So,” I murmured. “Since I’m already here, can I sleep in the bed? No offense, but that is one shitty couch.”
She giggled softly. “Well, I guess there’s no point in sending you back there, since we’ve already done what keeping you on the couch was supposed to prevent.”
“Logical,” I nodded. “I like that in a girl.”
We fell asleep some time later, and when I woke again around three a.m., she was curled up against me as I spooned around her. When I tried to move one of my arms that had fallen asleep, she woke up, and eventually I lay her on her stomach and took her from behind, more slowly this time. I caressed her nipples and she stroked her clit as she moved against me, and when she shattered I pushed inside her one final time and let myself go, murmuring against her ear that she was fucking gorgeous and the sexiest damn woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
We drifted off to sleep again, with me trying to ignore the warning bells that I was dangerously close to becoming addicted to Andi Wagner.
When we woke again, the light outside had changed.
“I’m starving,” she yawned. “What time is it?”
I was closer to her night table where her cell phone sat, so I reached for it and glanced at the screen. “Just before six-thirty,” I said.
“Ugh. I don’t have any food in the house, and the stores aren’t even open yet.”
I though
t for a moment. “Hey, I know a diner that’s open at this hour. Wanna go get breakfast?”
“Where?”
“Maisie’s. It’s over in Fox Bluff. Wouldn’t take fifteen minutes to get there on the bike.”
She blinked a couple of times. “Yeah, that actually sounds good.” She looked up at me with a shy half-smile and detached herself from my arms. “Just give me a couple minutes to jump in the shower.”
“You want some company?” I grinned at her.
Andi stood up from the bed, giving me a perfect view of her fantastic heart-shaped ass. She looked back at me and smirked. “I wouldn’t turn it down.”
“Now I’m really starving,” Andi panted as she leaned against the wall of the shower. “Holy, hell, that was amazing, though.”
I leaned down and kissed her deeply, our tongues twining. “That’s an understatement.” Licking Andi to orgasm as she stood under the shower and then fucking her was something I was going to keep in the spank bank for years to come. “Let’s get you some breakfast, though. I don’t want you dying of malnutrition on my account.”
We stepped out of the shower and I went into the main room to put my clothes back on. A couple of minutes later, she emerged in a white bra and panties, towel-drying her hair. I watched in appreciation as she went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a white camisole top.
“Are you seriously going to just sit there and watch me while I dress?” she teased.
“You got a better idea?” I smirked. Shit, my dick was twitching a little to see her like that, half-naked, still damp from the shower. I couldn’t believe it had the energy after the last eight hours.
She shrugged. “Suit yourself,” she said, but she was smiling.
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