“And am Ijustyours?”
“Let me show you.” His eyes flashed with heat before he spread my thighs and tugged the shorts down. “I don’t get on my knees for anyone, baby. Just you.” He sucked in a breath as he stared at my bare pussy, half a foot from his face. “Look at you. You’re so wet and pink and gorgeous. My god, Ivy.” He swallowed hard. “You’re dripping.”
“I told you I was turned on.” There wasn’t room to feel shame with how he stared at me. He made me feel beautiful, alive, his. I liked feeling this way. No guy ever stared at me like that, causing my breath to catch in my throat and my heart to pound.
He spread my folds with his thumb and swirled over the clit as his eyes met mine. The sensation of his finger touching my clit spread through me with a dull buzz, pleasure lingering just out of reach. “You’re all I think about. You’re all I want. You’re the only person to make me feel safe and invincible.” Callum spoke to me but neared my pussy. “I want you to feel as good as I did when I saw you after the game today.”
“Yeah?” My stomach fluttered. What did that mean to him, making me feel good? I swallowed, nervous and so ready to experience this side of him. Every time he touched me, it unblocked a repressed memory or want that I refused to think about all this time. Like the fact he had such long and strong fingers, or the way his breath danced along my inner thighs.
He nodded before he flicked my clit with his tongue. “Fuck, Ivy.Fuckyou taste so amazing.”
I couldn’t believe this. Best moment of my life. I gripped Callum’s thick hair as he kneeled between my legs, licking my pussy and helping me chase an orgasm. He hummed against me, his own sounds of pleasure filtering through him eating me out. The sheets were cold as I writhed on top of the bed.
“I’ve dreamed about hearing you come,” he said. He gripped my thighs with each hand for a beat before he brought his handsbetween my legs. “I’ve fantasized about you coming on my face like this. Can you squeeze your thighs around my face?”
My gut tightened at his bold question. It felt so naughty, so intimate. I loved hearing him ask me.
“Wait, really?”
“Yes, baby. I’m obsessed with your strong-ass legs.” He sucked my clit and held eye contact with me. Hottest. Thing. Ever.
“Oh, oh my god.” Heat spread hard and fast, the burst of pleasure zapping me from my clit toward every nerve in my body. Callum grinned as he continued sucking my clit in a slow, perfect rhythm. He hummed, the vibration adding an extra sensation to the pleasure as I came hard.“Callum, yes, oh shit, yes, please.”
My head hung back, and I closed my eyes, my grip releasing as I floated. I saw stars as the orgasm went on and on. Callum never slowed or stopped, and it wasn’t until I finally leaned back that I could breathe.
“Wow,” I moaned, laughing.
I pushed up onto my elbows and found Callum staring at me with a transfixed, wild expression.
“Holy shit, Ivy.” He licked his lips and shook his head. “I can’t… I’m speechless. Come on my face again. Please. Show me this wasn’t a dream.”
“Not a dream.” I giggled.
His mouth hung open, like he was in disbelief, before he yanked my legs closer to him. “More. Please. I need more of you like that.”
“Callum—”
“Baby, I’ve known you for years. But seeing you like this? I am obsessed. Give me more. Let me be selfish.”
My heart galloped at this point. He was a dream. I craved seeing him. “I mean, if you insist…”
“I insist.” He licked his mouth again before burying his face between my thighs. He went slower this time, dragging out my pleasure as he slid a finger inside me. “You’re so warm and tight. Jesus, Ivy. I’m not gonna get enough of you. Ever.”
I couldn’t respond. With the way he thrust his finger and flattened his tongue against me, the second orgasm was already building. “I rarely orgasm twice. It usually takes me?—”
“You’ll come three times with me.” He bit my inner thigh before meeting my gaze. “We have a new rule, just you and me.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s called the three-to-one rule. You come three times for every one of mine.”
“There’s no way?—”
“Yes, there is. When I learn your body, what you like, I will make it my mission to give you pleasure. I love your body, baby, and I’m gonna love finding out every part of it. Now, be a good girl and let me hear you scream my name.”
Holy shit.
Callum was hot as hell in the bedroom. It was expected but also a surprise at the same time. For someone who was behind the scenes on the field, seeing him take charge and command my body was so hot. It was impressive, and I gulped at watching him, the urge to experience everything with him overtaking rational. What did he sound like when he came? Would his face twist with pleasure, or would he kiss me? I wanted to learn every single part of him too. I wanted him to fall apart in my hands, to become putty, just so I could make him feel good. Our dynamic was always so reciprocal, but to see it in the bedroom? It made me shiver.
