Sitting back, I slowly peel off my top. Callan’s eyes darken, his gaze darting hungrily over my body as I unclasp my bra and let it fall away. I shimmy out of my jeans next, kicking them aside until I’m completely bare before him, exposed and vulnerable, yet empowered by his heated stare.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes. His arms flex against the restraints, fighting the urge to reach for me.
I move to straddle him again, leaning down just enough to tease his lips with mine. I pull away slightly, letting the space between us stretch out for a breath before I kiss my way along his jaw.
“Is this how you thought this would go?” I whisper against his skin.
He releases a low groan, his breath shaky. “I could have only hoped.”
With deliberate slowness, I drag my hands down to the waistband of his jeans. My eyes glance up to meet his heatedgaze as I pop the button open. The sound of his zipper lowering fills the charged air between us. He lifts his hips to help as I peel the denim down his thighs, my pulse quickening at the sight of him in only his black boxer briefs, the outline of his erection clearly visible through the fabric.
Tossing his jeans aside, I hook my fingers into the elastic of his underwear and tug them down, freeing his impressive length. It springs up against his taut stomach, and I lick my lips, desire pooling low in my stomach.
“You’re killing me, lass,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with need. “Christ, the things I want to do to you right now.”
I smile, feeling a new surge of boldness as I wrap my fingers around his thick length, giving him a slow stroke from base to tip. He groans, his hips lifting slightly off the bed, seeking more of my touch.
“Patience.” I lean down to press a featherlight kiss to the head of his cock. He sucks in a sharp breath, his muscles tensing beneath my hands.
I flick my tongue out, licking a slow circle around the tip before tracing the ridge along the underside of his shaft. I take my time as I lick and tease, drawing out every satisfying moan and gasp. I finally wrap my lips around him, taking him deep as I hollow my cheeks. His groan vibrates through me, sending electricity racing down my spine and pooling between my thighs.
“Fuck, Bree,” he pants, straining against the ties. His abs flex and quiver as I work him with my mouth, taking him as deep as I can. The sensation of him heavy on my tongue, the salty tang of his arousal, and the way he throbs between my lips is intoxicating. I’m drunk on the power of reducing this strong, controlled man to a trembling mess with just my mouth.
seventeen
CALLAN
The ties were the best idea I’ve had in my entire life. I’m watching her confidence grow with every passing second, every small shift, and every glance. She’s unlocking a new layer of herself right in front of me, and I can’t look away. There’s a fire in her eyes, and I’ve got a front-row seat to the show.
She’s swallowing my cock like it’s her last meal, and I’m about to shoot my load down her pretty little throat if she doesn’t quit.
“Bree,” I manage to croak out between gritted teeth. “You’re killing me.”
She eases back slightly, looking up at me like an angel with her perfect lips wrapped around my cock. I have to shut my eyes. This image alone would be enough to do it for me.
She won’t be getting any further direction from me. She needs this control. She’s calling the shots, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
She releases me slowly, her eyes sparkling with desire. “We can’t have that now, can we?”
She shifts, straddling my hips and teasing me. I want nothing more than to thrust into her tight heat, but I won’t move. I need to let her take what she wants.
She leans down, her hair cascading around us like a curtain, and captures my lips in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on her tongue, and it only fuels the fire burning inside me.
“Callan,” she breathes, my name a prayer on her lips. “I need you.”
Those three little words nearly undo me.
There’s no more doubt in her touch, no hesitation in the way she moves with me. She’s not asking for permission anymore; she’s telling me what she wants, and she’s damn sure of it.
“Are you sure?” I whisper, my voice rough with the need to hear her say it one more time, to see it in her eyes.
Even as I ask, I know the answer. She’s ready. I’m going to make sure she knows that I’ll never rush her, but that she can take whatever she needs from me, whenever she wants.
She responds by reaching for the ties binding my wrists, her fingers deftly working the knots loose. As the restraints fall away, I flex my hands, relishing the freedom. I don’t move. Not yet.
I’m waiting for her to tell me, in her own way, that this is the moment. When she looks at me, her lips parted, I know. She’s taking control in a way that I’ve never seen before.
Bree takes my hands in hers, guiding them to her hips as she positions herself over me. The heat of her core hovers tantalizingly close. Anticipation thrums through every nerve in my body.
