It feels like someone else is in control of my body as my body lifts off the seat and slowly walks across the floor to stand so close to him our legs touch. Heat radiates up from the spot they touch to my aching pussy. Aching for a glance, a touch, a feel. He has bewitched me, need and lust overriding logic.
“Everlee,” he pants, eyes looking up at me, wanting.
“Callum,” I whisper back, not moving. My heart feels like it’s pounding a hole through my chest and breaking my ribs at the same time.
“This isn’t a good idea.” The tips of his fingers run up the back of my leg, just behind the knee, causing it to buckle.
“Horrible.” My right-hand rubs along the side of his cheek, pressing into his hairline.
“But I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Samesies.” Stupid. Why did I say that?
A smile tugs on his lips. “Fuck it.” His other hand grabs my other leg and pulls me towards him and my hand reflexively grabs the other side of his cheek, holding him in place. Our lips are less than an inch apart, pausing to give the other person the chance to back out before this line is crossed. I give him two seconds, that’s all, before I close the distance and press my lips against his. His hands rove over my ass and up to my lower back, pressing me to him before he hooks them around my hips and pushes me down on his lap.
A moan escapes when I feel his hard cock pressing at my entrance through our pants.
His tongue pushes its way in past my lips and I let him. Goddess, do I let him. Kissing him makes my head feel like it’s in the clouds and I’m spinning. My hands wrap around the back of his head, holding him to me as I grind my hips on him, desperate to feel his cock inside of me. It’s been months and my pussy is desperate.
He pushes me away. “Everlee. We need to stop.”
“Yep,” I dive back in, pressing my lips to his and continue to rock on him. My clit is so sensitive right now, I’m about to come from the friction alone. “You feel so good.”
“You’ve not felt anything yet.” His hands grab my hips and lift me off his lap and twist to sit me on the desk. His arm sweeps across the desk, knocking its contents onto the ground.
“The books.” Why the fuck am I worried about the books right now?
He chuckles, “They’re fine.” Then loops his fingers into the hem of my pants and pulls them down in one quick motion, exposing my glistening wet pussy to him. He looks at it in appreciation. “Goddamn it’s beautiful.”
He leans forward and plants soft kisses on the inside of my knee and I moan out, slapping my hands on the desk behind me for support and arch my back.
He growls as he slides out of the chair onto his knees and pushes the chair away. “Mine.”
His words elicit another moan as my stomach tightens. This man. His looks. His words. They’re going to make me come before he even touches me and my goddess, he’s going to touch me. He wants my pussy as much as I want him to want it.
His lips trail kisses further up the inside of my leg and I’m a writhing, wriggling mess, anticipation tightening my core to the point it hurts.
“Callum,” I cry out as his lips hover just above my pussy, as his warm breath dances across it like smoke over a flame. My fingers latch into his hair and I hold him, waiting. I want to take him right now, press his face to my pussy and make him fucking eat like he’s never eaten before, but I wait. I need to know he wants it, because I’ve never felt that before.
“Everlee,” he whispers, his voice broken.
Our eyes meet for a second before he leans in, so agonizingly slow tears nearly form on the rims of my eyes. His tongue swipes up and the sound he makes causes a shiver to run down my entire body. At the same time, our bodies in perfect synchronicity grab at each other to pull us closer. His hands wrap around my ass and pull me to the edge of the desk, while my hands grab and hold him to my pussy.
“Oh my Goddess!” I cry out, staring at the ceiling.
“Shirt!” he commands.
Obeying, I quickly release his hair and yank my shirt off, tossing it to the ground. His tongue leaves my pussy for just a second so he can admire my body. He saw it before in the shower, but not like this. Not fully wanting. Not his to do with what he wants.
He goes back down and pulses his tongue in, then slides it out, running it over my clit, before slipping a finger in.
“Callum!” My legs lift to his shoulders and my ankles clasp together, locking in place.
“Callum,” a voice booms from the door, and we both freeze.
No! I was so close.
We both look at Jax standing there, hand on the frame, watching us. His eyes are glued on me, scouring every inch of my body. His eyes pulse a golden color, possessive. Feral.
