Her climax takes me by surprise but I’m not one to miss an opportunity. I hook a leg over her and spin us so she is on her backand fuck her through it, pushing hard and fast until my own orgasm rocks through me.
Jesus, I don’t think I’m ever letting her go. Even if I have to lock her in here. Shit,thatwas a thought.
We lay still for a while, getting a grip on ourselves, then I tell her to take a shower while I make breakfast. After all that I’m fucking starving.
I’m pretty sure I’ve got it out of my system and can behave like a normal human until she walks in wearing just a T-shirt. She lets out a surprised cry when I scoop her up and set her on the counter.
There is one thing I haven’t done yet. Her legs spread as I bend down and push my face in between them, licking a path up her pussy.
“Callum,” she sighs.
And I really fucking like that. Want to hear her say it as she comes more though, so I tongue fuck her till she is almost there, then grab a condom from the living room while she is still calling me names for edging her. She shuts up when I come back, tugging the condom on then push into her.
I feel like a fucking teenager, like I’m never going to get enough of her perfect body. The gates have opened and I’m well and truly inside of them.
We sit on the floor by the counter afterwards and eat bagels and drink coffee. It’s uncomfortable as fuck, but neither of us makes a move to get up. We eat, and talk, and laugh, until the doorbell rings.
Charley rolls onto her knees and grips the counter. You can’t see the door from here so I’m not sure what she is doing which makes me laugh.
She is right to be a little concerned, no one knows she’s staying here. It’s probably salesmen or something. I help her up and tell her I’ll get rid of whoever it is.
When I pull the door back and see Nero standing there, I know that isn’t going to be possible. He eyes my half naked state and messy hair and lifts a brow.
“You reek of sex. Wanna make yourself decent so you and I can talk?”
“Uh… Sure. Come in, there,” I point to the living room. He does as I ask and I pull the door over.
Charley is clearing up the mess on the floor when I come back.
“So,” I rub a hand over my hair. “The Prez is here.”
“The… from the MC? He’s here? What does hewant?”
“Yep, he wants to talk.”
“To me?” her eyes widen comically.
“Relax, no, just me. Go upstairs, take a shower, I’ll call you when he’s gone.”
“Will he be mad?”
“About what?”
“This, us…”
“It’s none of his business. Or anyone else’s for that matter. Stop freaking out, it’s fine.”
I kiss her until her body relaxes then walk her to the stairs. She hurries up them without looking back.
“Fuck,” I sigh, then grab a T-shirt from the laundry room, fix my hair in the mirror in the hallway and go to face Nero.
If he has a problem with me smelling like I just got through fucking my girl, he shouldn’t have shown up unannounced.My girl…?
Nero is sitting down checking his phone when I come in. “Thanks for making an effort,” he says.
I shrug and sit on the chair on the opposite side of the room. “I won’t subject you to it if I’m all the way over here.”
He laughs under his breath, then sighs. “It’s the girl from last night?” I nod. “How is she?”
