*~*~*
Naked sated bodies wrapped around each other, we lay under the plush white comforter. I laid a kiss to the top of her head and breathed in her lavender scent that I was becoming addicted to.
“Wanna tell me what brought on the panic attack today?”
The fingers on her right hand were trailing small circles along my back. “No,” she whispered into my chest.
“Noelle,” I whispered in warning.
“I think it was just the heat. Today was pretty hot outside and—”
“Don’t give me a shit excuse, baby. The truth works just fine, ya know,” I said firmly, cutting her off.
She sighed. “Can’t we just lie here together and enjoy our time alone?” Her right leg slowly made its way around my hip.
Immediately, I felt the heat of her pussy on my dick. It responded rapidly as it began to swell. She tilted her head back, I tilted mine down, and we gazed into each other’s eyes for a few beats.
“Make love to me, Callen.” Her voice was small and gentle.
My heart seized in the process of pumping blood through my veins as I regarded the softness in her eyes. And I gave her just what she wanted.
As I seated myself in her and began to leisurely stroke my cock through her soft, wet pussy, I realized I needed and wanted this sweet moment just as much as she did. With all the emotions flowing between us and the passion lacing the room, now was a better time than any.
I tucked her hair behind her ear and ran my hand down her cheek, all the while keeping eye contact with her as my cock gradually slipped in and out of her. “Don’t want this to end when I get out, princess.”
“Me either, Callen,” she breathed.
I let out a groan as she tightened her leg around me, digging her heel into my ass.
“Gonna be farther apart, sweetheart, since my place is in Atlanta,” I whispered, and my gut tightened at the thought of the distance between us.
All these new emotions rising to the surface had a warm flush cascading through my body. For the first time in a long time, I felt settled. No demons were trying to crawl their way to the forefront of my brain. No parasites were feasting on my insides. Nothing. I felt nothing but pure and utter fucking bliss as I lay there making love to Noelle.
“I know.” She sighed, with a moan lacing it.
My thrusts picked up momentum. “Come stay with me?”
She didn’t miss a beat. “I can’t, Callen. I have a job.” Her eyes closed for a minute as she began to shudder with ecstasy.
“You can find a new one, baby.” I groaned as her pussy throbbed.
“Are you asking me to move in with you, Callen?”
Her question had my hips stopping as it sank in that that’s exactly what I was asking.
Fuck!
We’ve known each other for fifteen fucking days. Only fifteen damn days, and I was asking her to move in with me. Granted, that wouldn’t be for another two weeks, but still, what the fuck was I doing? Was that really what I wanted? Did I care for her so much, to lie down with her every night and wake up to the sight of her beautiful face?
She tentatively called, “Callen?” I gazed into her eyes, watched as worry washed over her features as she repeated, “Callen.”
Realization hit hard, causing me to blink. I did want her. I wanted to be with her every fucking day. Go to sleep with her at night, wake up with her in the morning.
“Yes.” I paused and cupped her cheek. “Move in with me when I get out. Don’t worry about a job, I have enough money saved. Plus, I know a lot of people and will have a job in no time.” As I blurted that all out, a nagging secret I held from her surfaced. I was a selfish asshole, but that was something I’d reveal to her later.
Her smile said it all when she muttered, “Okay. I’ll do it.”
With our lips pressed together, we sealed the deal. Noelle was going to move in with me when I got released from Mountains Bay. We finalized that deal by making love slowly, bringing us both to satisfying orgasms.
*~* Day 49 *~*
I had eleven more days left, then I was a free fucking man.
Dr. Meyers had extended my and Noelle’s outings to eight hours a day. Of course, her reports had always been good ones, telling Doc that I’d been doing great, socializing with others when we were out. In other words, she lied to him, and she’d told me she prayed every night for God to forgive her. To make good on her fibbing, she’d brought her brother with her the other day. We spent the day in the park kicking a soccer ball around before teasing Noelle with a giant dead spider.
When he’d asked who I was, she told him a friend, and he seemed to be okay with that answer before he ran off to catch a gecko. Honestly, Noah was so fucking cool I couldn’t wait to get out of there and spend more time with the kid.
There’d been a few times that day that I stood back watching him and the same old pang struck my heart, because I knew I’d never have that. There would be no little boy running around with my blood flowing through his veins.
Yesterday, we spent the day holed up in a hotel room, which I have now been using Ben’s credit card since I don’t have access to mine, talking, having sex, and eating, not in that order. And when she had dropped me off, there were tears in her eyes as she heavily said she didn’t want to leave. That’d been a first.
I never in a million fucking years would’ve expected to find a woman like Noelle and definitely not how I found her. But there’d been something about her innocence that caused my body to crave her, to crave the free spirit of her soul to coat the demons inside mine, and the sweetness of her to settle my mind.
“Okay,” my mom said, breaking through my thoughts. “All is set. Dad and I will be there to pick you up and bring you to our—”
I stopped her midsentence. “I’m gonna go home, Mom.”
She took a deep breath, folded her hands on the table, and looked at me. “Callen—”
“Mom.” I took her hands in mine. “I’m good. I wanna go home,” I told her softly, and kept from her that Noelle had every intention of moving in with me. I figured now wasn’t the right time to divulge that information, as Ben was the only person who knew about us. Also, I didn’t know how the doctors at Mountains Bay would feel if they knew I was fucking my visitor every time our feet left the compound.
“Okay, sweetheart,” she said lowly. “Dad and I will stop by your place on the way here, make sure everything is clean and your fridge is stocked.”
“Ma.” I tilted my head. “You don’t have to do that shit.”
“Yes, Callen, I have to do that shit. I’m your mother,” she voiced firmly.
I smiled at her and it grew when I caught sight of my girl out of the corner of my eye. My dad slid his eyes to where mine were focused.
“Oh.” He nudged my mother. “It’s Noelle.”
My mother turned and took in the sweetness of my girl walking toward us on the crowded patio, wearing a red halter-top sundress with an array of brightly colored flowers spread along the material. Her hair was up in a ponytail and her feet in red sandals. As heads turned to take in her beauty, I felt the muscles in my body tighten, but when she looked at me and smiled, they gave way to her charm.
“Hi,” she greeted brightly when she reached us.
My mother began to stand, my father helping her as he did the same.
“Hello, dear!” my mother said with enthusiasm. As she made her way around the table and took Noelle into her arms, she said, “I’m so sorry you fell ill the last time we were here.”
“Yes,” Noelle agreed, and hugged my mother. “I am too.”
My dad gave her a quick hug, stating his greeting. Then she turned to me. I stood and took her in my arms. It was the first time I’d showed any kind of affection toward her while we were on the grounds.
“Hey, baby,” I whispered faintly in her ear.
Once we broke apart, we all took seats at the table, and my mother bored her suspicious eyes into me. I winked at my mom, and her
eyes narrowed.
“We were just talking about the day I get released,” I told Noelle, trying to strike up conversation and avert my mom’s attention.
“Oh,” Noelle said curiously. I slightly shook my head. She caught right on and asked, “What’s your plan?”
*~*~*
It was a few hours later and I was walking my parents to their car from the tavern we had just eaten at. We’d only stayed about fifteen minutes at Mountains Bay before taking off for lunch. It was nice to be able to sit in a restaurant and eat with my parents, laughing and just shooting the shit.
I had my arms open to hug my mother, but she placed a hand on my chest, stopping me. “Callen—”
I stopped her. “Mom.”
She sighed, tilted her head, and looked at me warmly. “Sweetheart, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
I glanced back at Noelle, who was deep in conversation with my dad.
“I won’t.”
“Honey,” she drawled, “I’m not sure a relationship right now is good for you.”
I smiled at my mom. “Trust me, Mom, it’s good.”
She smiled back. “I trust you, Callen.”
“What’re you two conniving over here?” my dad teased as he made his way over to us.
My mother looked to him. “Nothing, Gordon.”
“Okay,” he drawled. “Ready to hit the road?”
Noelle and I said bye to my parents, and as I watched them pull out of the parking lot, I knew my mom was gonna give me hell later.
*~*~*
Afraid I might blow my fucking load just watching her, I closed my eyes as she laid small kisses down my stomach. Her bare tits skated down the ridges of my abs, and the feel of her hard nipples was causing my dick to throb. My hands fisted the sheets at my sides as I tried to keep them from gliding into her hair. She needed to take her time, do this at her own speed. When she settled between my spread legs and gripped my cock, I opened my eyes and looked down at her.
“No,” she blurted when our eyes met. “Close them.”
“Why?”
A flush of pink spread across her chest and rose into her cheeks. “I’ll feel too self-conscious if you watch.”
“Baby,” I drawled, and grinned at her. “There’s no need for you to be embarrassed with me. I thought we were past that shit.”
“Callen,” she started, and looked to my rigid cock in her tiny hand. “This is my first time, please, just close your eyes.”
“Okay, princess.” I closed my eyes but kept the image of her between my parted legs, cock in her hand, behind them.
Her hand gripped the base. I felt tiny breaths on my dick before her tongue started at the shaft and glided all the way up. I sucked in a breath and ended it with a groan when she took the head of my cock in her mouth. She sucked, my hips bucked, and slowly she engulfed my dick into her hot, wet mouth.
“Noelle,” I groaned.
Her mouth rose back up, her tongue running the length of it. She swirled it around the head then she went back down, always landing at the stopping point of her hand.
“Fuck,” I ground out.
She brought her hand up and tightened her grip on my cock before she sucked the head back in and began jerking and sucking me off.
“Jesus, baby,” I groaned, opened my eyes, and watched her.
Her pale blond ponytail swung back and forth, and her blue eyes were slightly open, focusing on what she was doing. And, fuck, she was doing a great motherfucking job. Her other hand cupped my balls and I let out a deep, guttural groan. Her eyes came to mine, heat behind them, and she picked up her speed. Watching her pink lips wrapped around my cock, hand massaging my balls, her baby blues focused on me, hair swaying, had my nerves on edge.
Her hand left my balls. She grabbed mine and put it to her ponytail. I clutched it, nodding, asking if that’s what she wanted, and she nodded back. Fuck me, she wanted me to pull her hair. I grasped the base of it, pulled on it, and she opened her mouth, letting me pull her off my cock. It was then I knew what she wanted.
As much as I wanted to fuck the shit out of her mouth, I took my time and gradually lifted my hips, sliding my cock in and out slowly. When she started moaning, I picked up speed.
It wasn’t long before my balls tightened and I was hanging on the edge.
“Noelle,” I grumbled in warning.
She nodded.
My breaths were heavy. “You want me to come in your mouth?”
She nodded again.
Fuck!
Less than two minutes later I was releasing in her mouth. She swallowed quickly, but when the next shot of come flew into the back of her throat, she gagged, letting some of it drip out of her mouth and down my cock. She moved her mouth from me and visibly swallowed a few times.
“You okay?”
She nodded coyly and smiled. “Mmm hmm.”
I leaned up, grabbed her under her arms, and pulled her to me. “That was fucking phenomenal, baby.”
“Yeah?” she asked.
I nodded with a huge grin. “Hands on the headboard, spread those legs over my head, and give me that sweet pussy.”
She did as I asked and when her cunt was inches from my watering mouth, I grabbed her hips, violently pulling her down. I drove my tongue into her wet pussy, tasting her juices, and growled, causing her to let out a deep moan.
“God, Callen,” she whimpered as her hips bucked against my face.
“Mmm,” I groaned, continuing to feast on her sweetness.
When I sucked her hard clit into my mouth, flicking the tight bud with my tongue, she tossed her head back and let out a loud cry of pleasure. My fingers dug into her hips and I began to push and pull them, guiding her.
“Ride, baby,” I said in a husky voice.
It took her a moment to start gyrating her hips along my face. I growled in approval, and she kept it up as I sucked, licked, and ate her sweet cunt.
“Callen,” she groaned deeply.
My hands moved to her ass, where I gripped her cheeks hard, spreading them, forcing the lips of her pussy to spread farther. I fit my mouth to her and sucked in.
“Oh God,” she screamed, and let loose.
Her movements became uneven as she dragged her dripping pussy along my mouth, fucking it. These were the moments I loved while fucking her, watching her lose all her inhibitions. I grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away from the headboard, and put my hands under her arms, flipping her to her back on the hotel room mattress. She yelped.
I settled on my knees, her ass resting on my thighs, ankles on my shoulders, and I drove my cock into her tight pussy. Never letting her come down from her orgasm, I fucked her hard and deep, as deep as our bodies would allow, pounding into her cunt roughly with every thrust of my hips.
“Fuck,” I growled, watching my cock slip in and out of her sweet pussy. “Sooo fucking perfect.”
“Yes,” she screamed, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching down on my dick as she tipped over the edge and I lost control.
Sweat beaded on my back. Her small hands came to my biceps, nails digging in to the point of pain.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, spilling my release deep inside her cunt.
*~*~*
“What the fuck is this?” I held up an ATM receipt I’d found in the bathroom trash can.
She turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder. “I took out some cash,” she told me casually, and then went back to typing on her phone.
“Olivia!” I called loudly, and moved around the couch, stopping to face her. “Put the fucking phone down.”
She tossed it on the couch cushion next to her and regarded me with an annoyed look. “What, Callen?”
“Eight hundred fucking dollars?” I asked firmly, throwing the receipt on the coffee table.
She rolled her eyes and huffed. “I went shopping?”
“When did you go fucking shopping, Olivia?” I shouted.
“What is your problem, Callen?” She got up, stum
bled a little, flipped her long brown hair, and cautiously made her way into our gourmet kitchen. “You know….” She paused, opened the fridge, and added, “You need something to calm down.”
“For fucks sake, Olivia, I need you to answer my fucking question,” I bellowed, and watched as she placed the wine bottle on the island.
She swayed as she reached for a glass from the rack that hung under the counter, then staggered. “You know, I hate these things,” she grated, and pulled the expensive chalice, causing the stem to break.
“Jesus Christ,” I grumbled, and moved to the mess as she ignored it and went to the wine bottle. I went to the pantry, grabbed the broom. “How much have you had to drink today?”
When I came back, she had a smirk on her face. “Not enough to numb the pain.” She snickered.
I turned my head when she uncorked the wine bottle and took a swig. Slipping my arms from my suit jacket, I tossed it onto the island, rolled up the sleeves of my crimson dress shirt, and went to work cleaning up the shards of glass.
“You know they said every day would be a struggle, baby, but drinking isn’t the fucking answer,” I told her as I continued cleaning up her mess. Something that’d became a big part of my life.
A sarcastic chuckle came from where she sat on the stool at the island. “Shut up, Callen. What do you know about struggling?”
I rose and met her hazy brown eyes. Brown eyes I used to get lost in for hours. Now, when I looked in them, I didn’t even know who was looking back at me.
“Excuse me?” I grated out.
“You hea—heard me,” she slurred, then took a gulp from the bottle.
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