by Vivian Wood
Callum leaned down to kiss her lips, her ear, her neck. She shuddered with pleasure, her hands raking his back. Reminding him that there was far too much material between them, most of it his suit.
He moved back to peel his suit jacket off, along with his shoulder holster for his gun. Staring down at her with a distinctly threatening look, he moved close. She sat up close to the edge of the bed, and they met with a kiss, a clashing of lips and teeth.
He gripped the back of her neck again, forced her to take more of his kiss. She submitted, but her eyes sparked — she wouldn’t take it for long.
Good.
She undid the buttons of his shirt, and he closed his eyes briefly as she kissed his stomach, her hands searching for his belt. He saw what she was doing, moving closer to being penetrated.
But he didn’t want that, not just yet. He wanted to do all the things he’d skipped last time, the things he needed to try out with her.
He released her and shucked his shirt. He stood her up, turned her around, then made a show of slowly unzipping her dress. She wore nothing underneath, the way it should be.
His fingers caressed every inch of skin as it was revealed, memorizing the feel of her. Her breasts were small but perfect, two gorgeous teardrops. He turned her around, kissing her, and pushed her back on the bed.
Callum slowly undid his belt, pushing his pants down with force. He toed off his shoes and socks, leaving him in dark boxer briefs and a darker look.
“You were so good back there at the club,” he said. “Now it’s my turn, little girl.”
Her hands were already on his boxers, pushing them down.
His cock jutted out proudly. She was surprised all over again by his size, he could tell by the look on her face.
Still, Viola didn’t back down for a second. She fisted his cock in her hand boldly, making him hiss. And then when she took it in her mouth…
Heaven.
She took it deep, sucking it in long strokes. She managed to wrap her hand around his cock, twisting as she worked her tongue gently under the head. He wrestled with his need for control.
Looking down on her as she worked, watching her tongue work… it nearly undid him.
In less than five minutes, she had him good to go, ready to cum like an avalanche; soon enough, he was pulling her away, eager to taste her instead.
He pushed her back onto the bed, back to the pillows. He separated her thighs with a knee, then lay on top of her, kissing her hard.
She groaned, ready for him. “Cum in me. You know you want to…”
He chuckled. As tempting as that sounded, there were important things to do first. He hadn’t done this, tasted her, during their rushed first time.
He’d been drunk, in a rush, not especially interested in getting some random chick off first.
But now it was different. She wasn’t a random girl anymore, and he wanted her to remember him forever. That thought put questions in his mind of where he thought this was going, but he pushed those aside.
Callum moved down, kissing her breasts and her stomach as he went. She realized what he was doing and tried to pull him away, but he wasn’t standing for it.
He moved down to the light dappling of hair she kept down there, spreading her lips wide with two fingers. She whimpered with hunger, impatient. She was soaked for him, beyond ready.
He delved in, running his tongue in circles, pulling soft sounds from her throat. Her hands clutched his hair, breathless. He could tell she wanted it, more than anything, but maybe didn’t want to be disappointed.
She’d never had him before, though; damn if he was going to let her be anything but blown away by their first real session, when he wasn’t drunk off his ass.
He kept his pace slow and steady, listening to her breathing pick up, her hands restless. It was only when her hips began to move against his mouth, grinding mindlessly, that he kicked up the intensity.
He pulled back and inserted one finger, then two before putting his tongue to work again. He worked his fingers in and out, and put some force behind his tongue, working her clit for all it was worth.
She was begging to cum now, pleading with him. He’d give her what she wanted.
She shattered, cumming so hard around his fingers that he gasped. She seemed to cum for ages, delicate aftershocks continuing for what seemed like forever.
He moved back up to her face, kissing her. He was hard as a rock, and Viola was about to experience just how good that could feel.
Callum rose above her, fisting his cock, and rubbed it against her opening. She bit her lip, pulling him in, gasping at the way that he filled her. He felt the same, that her pussy was so incredible, it felt like a glove made just for him.
“You like that, don’t you?” he said, sinking all the way in.
“Yes, yes!” she cried. “More, please!”
He managed to get himself under control, filling her with short strokes, keeping things on the lighter side. Well, lighter side for him.
He could feel her nails raking his back, felt pressure to let go, let the beast out of its cage. No, not yet…
He fucked her in measured increments, realized that he wouldn’t last that long like this. He needed her to take some control, to take some of the burden, or he was going to blow his lid.
He slowed, kissing her, then pulled out and flipped them both, reversing their positions.
“Your turn,” he told her, breathless. “Show me what you got.”
Viola gave him a slow grin, then mounted him like a horse. Again, that slippery-tight fit, like she was created for him. She was beautiful in this position, breasts jutting out, bouncing as she began to move.
It felt so good, in such a different way. Watching her was something else.
Her face when she started to ride him… He couldn’t look away. It was transfixing, the way she wore her emotions on her sleeve like that. She lifted her face toward the sky as she got closer, he could feel it.
“Are you close?” he whispered, knowing she was.
He reached up and caressed her breast, pinched her nipples.
“Yes. More!” she said, holding his hand to her breast.
Her hips were moving fast, her eyes closed, and he could feel the tightening of her core around his cock. He could tell she wanted it, but the part of his that longed for control just couldn’t let her have it.
Not yet, not if he wasn’t giving it to her.
When he lifted her up, she protested. “Hey!”
“On your knees,” he said, roughly putting her in the right position. “Let me see you touch yourself.”
She reached a trembling hand down to do as he said. He watched for a moment as she touched herself, softly gasping. It was hotter than anything he’d ever seen, and he’d seen a lot.
He grasped his cock, fitted it against her slit, and plunged in. They both cried out as he slid home, filling her to the hilt.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he whispered. “So wet, so tight.”
Now the beast could come out of its cage, he unleashed upon both of them. He hammered her from behind, gritting his teeth.
He could feel her tightening again, ready to orgasm. He set a grueling pace, his mind narrowly focused on one thing: the need to cum.
He felt her beginning to cum underneath him with a scream, and completely let himself go. His movements were brutal, unforgiving.
He came with a shout, pumping long jets of his semen into her willing body. He couldn’t talk or even breathe for a minute afterward. From her inability to catch her breath, neither could she.
They both collapsed into the bed together, Viola in Callum’s arms.
Callum tried not to go under, but the pull of sleep was too strong.
Callum woke in the middle of the night, sleep chased away by dreams of marching in formation. He realized he was hard; he also realized there was a solution at hand.
She was here, in his bed.
He pulled the hair away from Viola’s neck, a
nd kissed her there. She woke, sleepy.
“Hey.”
He kissed her lips, her pretty breasts. She went mmmm, and he turned her around. Kissed her upper back, slid his hand down between her thighs.
After a minute of gently massaging her down there, she was wet. Ready for what he had to offer.
He grasped his cock and brought it to her slit; she surprised him by taking him in, groaning all the while.
Damn, she was tight.
She was already touching herself, slipping her hand down where his had been a minute earlier. He moved without the roughness of their earlier coupling. This was more like moving on autopilot, both of them fulfilling the hunger that had built between them.
They weren’t starving anymore, yet they still knew want. Breathing heavily as they both moved in sync, together toward the climax.
He felt her breasts, felt her tighten around his cock.
“Yes,” he said. “Cum for me, baby. God, you make me so hard…”
As soon as he felt her about to cum, he released himself, let himself cum so hard his balls hurt. It was supposed to be a relief every time he came, but somehow with her…
He withdrew and held her close, trying to catch his breath.
They could have a few days together. That was all they could have.
That would have to be enough.
20
“Let’s go somewhere. An adventure, you know?”
Vi turned her head to look back at Callum, surprised. “Yeah?”
She was lying on the bed, completely nude, carefully perusing the room service menu. They’d eaten off it four times now in the five days they’d been here, and it was getting old.
“Not anywhere fancy, but… there’s a place I like a few blocks from here. It serves food, if you don’t mind basic stuff.”
Vi sat up. “I don’t mind. I’d eat just about anything at this point.”
“Well, get dressed. I don’t think this place would allow you to go as is, much as I would enjoy it.”
His lip curled with his amusement, an expression Viola considered a crime. He was handsome enough with his usual blank expression, but with something close to a smile? Simply unfair.
“With what clothes?” she asked.
“Oh, didn’t I mention? I brought your bags,” he teased, pulling her bags out of the bathroom.
“You had them brought here?” she exclaimed. She rushed to hug him, the touch lingering. “You’re a monster, you know that?”
When she pulled back and moved to her bags, she couldn’t help but notice the way her gaze followed her. She liked it.
“You’re just mad that I can bring things in without you noticing,” he said mildly. “Now get dressed!”
She did, quickly changing into a crisp white cotton dress. She left her long blonde hair loose, hanging at her sides. She cast an eye over his jeans and tight red t-shirt, and figured they must not be going anywhere too fancy.
Good, she thought. I don’t want to go anywhere that we’ll be recognized.
“You know, you look amazing in that,” he said, eyeing her longingly.
She grinned. “Food. Remember that we’re going to get food, and we might get out of here.”
He groaned as she led them out of the room. Rather than take the car, he opted for walking, saying again that the place was right around the corner. She put on sunglasses without him asking, keeping the mood light.
They walked the three blocks slowly, enjoying the salty air. The downtown area was busy with tourists when they stepped onto the boardwalk. They were innocuous, no different than any of the tourists bustling around.
When they reached their destination, stepping inside, Vi’s jaw dropped.
“An arcade?” she asked, reaching out to touch one of the nearest machines, crammed in every which way. “I didn’t think these existed anymore.”
“You got it. I used to have one just like this down the street from my house as a kid,” he said. “Declan and Cormac and I spent all our time and spare change there.”
“Cool,” she said, walking around the old machines.
“You’ll like the very fancy food,” he said, drawing her around some arcade machines to a concessions area. “Nothing healthy here.”
“Oooh. I’ll definitely have to go for cheese pizza.”
“Yeah… I was thinking the same, actually.”
He ordered for them both at the dinky concessions window, then filled both their soft drinks and nodded to the tables.
“You choose,” he said, his hands full of soda.
“This one,” she said, choosing the first one. “Looks the cleanest.”
He gave her that look again, curling his lip as he sat down across from her.
“What, you’re too good for the arcade?” he asked as he slid her drink over to her.
She had a moment’s intuition, realizing that he’d brought her here for a reason. He was testing her, somehow. Seeing if she was too good to hang out in this spot that reminded him of his childhood, though she had no idea why.
She wondered if this was how you got to a deeper level with Callum.
“Are you kidding? I’m going to own that Ms. Pac-Man game over there,” she said. “Wait till I get my hands on that baby.”
She had no real idea if she was any good, but she saw a gleam of approval in Callum’s eyes.
“I’ll have to remember that,” he said.
She sipped her drink. He seemed laidback now, in his way. What would happen if she asked about his past?
“So what made you decide to join the Navy?” she asked.
He cut her a surprised look, but not an unwelcoming one. He shrugged.
“I went and signed up the second I turned seventeen. My father was a right bastard, number three in the Cúram. I went and signed up with Declan and Cormac, blackmailed my dad for his signature.” He sighed. “I thought I’d be in the SEALs until I aged out, you know?”
Viola took a breath; that was a lot of information. Which part should she ask about first?
“Your dad isn’t living anymore?” she asked.
“No, he is.” Their number was called, and Callum jumped up to retrieve their pizza. “Here ya go, fresh pizza. And my dad is definitely still alive and well. He’s the head of the Cúram.”
Vi’s sudden coughing fit was certainly not about her first bite of pizza, though she pretended it was.
“Sorry, did you say that your father is the head of the Irish mafia?” she wheezed.
He handed her some napkins as she waved away his concern.
“Yeah. Me and the boys got into what I’ll call a bit of trouble in the SEALs. I swore I’d never be a scumbag like my father, but he got us out of an impossible situation we were in. In exchange, we swore to work for him for seven years. So now all three of us are scumbags, because we owe him.”
“I don’t… what?” she said.
Vi’s expression of disbelief must have been comical, because he chuckled as he ate.
“I’ve never told anybody that,” he said. “It sounds pretty ridiculous, huh?”
His father was head of the Cúram? Jesus, she could’ve picked Romeo Montague instead of Callum and it would’ve gone over better with her family.
“No,” she said slowly. “It’s just… a lot to take in.”
He finished his piece of crust, and shook his head. “It’s something, all right.”
She ate her piece of pizza diligently. She knew she needed to say something, share something, but she had no idea what. It wasn’t like she could suddenly be like me too! without a shitstorm following.
She was in a totally different situation with her father than he was. She pretended not to be related to the guy because he killed people in her life. Her father was going to sell her off to the highest bidder, the second he found her.
Yep, she needed to keep her trap shut. That didn’t mean she had to be silent though.
“I thought I would be a doctor,” she said, surprising him out of his st
upor.
“Yeah, you mentioned. You wanted to help people?” he asked, glancing at her cautiously.
She nodded, pushing away her crust. “Mmmhmm. I had big dreams of med school. Serious stars in my eyes. Turns out, I’m just a bartender. Not a particularly good one either.”
He looked at her, a half-smile sneaking onto his face. “Got a way with the customers, though. Or at least me.”
She turned a ripe shade of red. “I assure you, that was just you. I never went home with any of my other regulars.”
“Oh good, I was worried about the competition I might face from some of those old bastards.”
Vi swatted at him. “Whatever. Those geezers would have killed for some of what I got.”
Callum smiled and held up his hands, like he couldn’t possibly be held accountable if it came down to him versus them.
“I’ll do you a favor. I’ll let you pay for us to play on those skeeball machines over there, see how you fare. What d’you say?” she teased, ready to talk about anything but their families.
“Oh, is that right?” he said, standing up with a cocky grin. “You’re on.”
Viola threw their leftovers away and then followed him, happy to play. Hell, she might even win.
Anything that didn’t reveal who her father was worked for her…
21
“Tybee Island, here we are!” said Viola.
She’d managed to convince Callum to call off of work and go to the remote barrier island-turned-tourist trap. Strangely, it hadn’t been hard. Then again, she’d had her top off, and he’d been playing with her breasts when she asked.
He was pretty okay with whatever she did, as long as she was far from downtown Savannah. She liked the security of being his… but what that really meant, she didn’t know.
Pushing those thoughts aside, she climbed out of the SUV.
“I love the beach. Wish I’d grown up closer,” she said as she grabbed lightweight chairs and her beach bag.
Callum gave the beach a glance, but didn’t say anything. He just hefted the cooler from the backseat, and followed her quietly. He was being weird today, she could tell, but she had no idea why.
