His words were a challenge. One I wasn’t sure I could take on. But I was willing to do it, to prove to him but mostly to myself that I could do this without letting my feelings get in the way. Placing my hands on his chest, I lifted myself up slowly, dragging my walls along his length until just the tip of him remained inside. I paused, teasing us both, before sinking back down, taking him in all the way. The groan that ripped from his chest was pure satisfaction. I did it again, a little faster this time, setting a slow but steady rhythm. I was in control now, and the power was intoxicating. I watched his face as I moved, the way his eyes darkened, the way his jaw clenched as I ground my hips against him.
“Fuck, just like that,” he gritted out, his hands tightening on my waist. “Take what you need, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”
I leaned forward, changing the angle again, and started to move faster. My breasts bounced with every rise and fall, and he reached up with one hand, cupping one of my tits, and squeezing it tightly. The friction was building, and the sensation was quickly becoming an inferno. I was chasing my own pleasure now, using his body for my own ends, and the look on his face told me he loved every second of it. The tension in my stomach tightened, and my movements became more erratic and desperate.
“That’s it,” he urged, his voice tight. “Come for me. Let me feel you come on my cock again.”
His permission was my undoing. I slammed my hips down one last time, and my orgasm crashed over me. It left me shaking and crying out his name before I collapsed onto his chest. My body went limp and trembled as the aftershocks pulsed through me. He held me tight, his cock still throbbing inside me after emptying himself into me again.
29
Lana
The weight of Callan’s arm draped over my waist, and his warm body pressed against my back was what I felt first when I woke up. I blinked my eyes open, adjusting to the darkness and quiet that filled the room. There was no noise coming from downstairs anymore, but the party was the least of my worries. I left Holland downstairs earlier, and now I was in bed with Callan even though she was the one who was supposed to stay over.
I carefully untangled myself from his embrace, his arm falling heavily onto the mattress. He didn’t stir, just let out a sigh and kept sleeping with his face buried in the pillow. For a moment, I just watched him. The peaceful lines of his face were a harsh contrast to the intense, hungry man he had been just hours ago.
I slid out of bed, grabbed his discarded t-shirt from the floor, and pulled it on. Then I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and looked at the time. It was past four in the morning.
Silently, I stepped out of my bedroom and was immediately hit by the bright lights that were still burning. The party was over, and the people were all gone, but they had left the house alive.
I padded down the stairs, ignoring all the empty cups and bottles, and went into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water before calling Holland. I felt guilty for leaving her. I hadn’t texted her. I’d just disappeared with Callan, caught up in the moment, and abandoned my best friend. It rang twice before she picked up, her voice thick with sleep. “Lana? It’s like four in the morning. Is everything okay?”
“I’m so sorry, Holls. I’m the worst friend in the world. I just left you without a word.”
There was a rustling on the other end, then a soft laugh. “It’s fine, seriously. Don’t worry about it.”
“But I—”
“Relax,” she cut me off, her voice a little clearer now. “I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. Besides,” she added, a mischievous tone creeping into her voice, “I didn’t go home alone.”
So she was home. That’s good. “You didn’t?”
“Nope,” she said, and I could practically hear the smug grin in her voice. “I took Rocco home.”
My eyes widened. “Rocco?”
“Yup. Talked to him in the kitchen, and he was basically eye-fucking me the whole time. And you know I would never say no to a good fuck. And, I mean, he’stheRocco Ram. I’d be stupid not to take him home.”
A wave of relief washed over me, knowing she was safe and home. “Okay. Well, in that case, I’m slightly less sorry.”
She laughed softly. “It’s fine, Lana. He was charming and very, very flexible.”
I pressed my lips together, trying not to imagine Rocco doing weird things with his body. “That, uhm…sounds interesting,” I said, amused.
“It is. Now, unless you’re calling to give me a play-by-play of your own night, I’m going to hang up and go back to my…guest.”
“Okay, okay, I’m going,” I laughed. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“You bet we will. Love you, good night,” she said, and then the line went dead.
I stood in the quiet kitchen for another minute, drinking my water. Holland was fine. Better than fine. I felt the last of my guilt evaporate and be replaced by a content feeling. I put my phone back on the counter and headed back upstairs.
When I slipped back into my room, Callan was sitting up in bed, with his back against the headboard. He was watching me with his eyes heavy-lidded with sleep.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, walking over to the bed. “Just checking on Holland. She, uh…she took Rocco home.”
