“Come here,” Cal whispered.
He didn’t wait for an answer. He stood up, pulling me to my feet. “I’m going to get you out of your head, okay?” he promised.
He laid me down on the mattress. He didn’t strip my clothes off frantically; he took them off like he was unwrapping a gift he had waited a lifetime to open.
When I was bare, Cal didn’t climb on top of me immediately. He knelt at the end of the bed, his eyes raking over me, worshipping the bruises on my ribs, the scars on my shoulder, the way my chest heaved.
He crawled up the mattress, positioning himself between my legs. He leaned down, pressing open mouthed kisses to the inside of my thighs, pushing my knees apart.
“Cal,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in the sheets.
Heignored me, taking my cock into his mouth. His tongue swirled, hot and wet, teasing me, tasting me. But then he shifted. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me lightly, and then sensation changed. He moved lower.
“Oh god,” I whimpered, my back arching off the mattress as I realized what he was doing.
He rimmed me slowly, destroying every insecurity I had with the sheer intent of his tongue. He was claiming parts of me I didn’t even know belonged to him. It was overwhelming, overstimulating, and it forced my brain to shut off completely. There was no room for the past. There was no room for ghosts. There was only Callum.
After what felt like an eternity, he moved up, taking me back into his mouth. He worked me with a rhythm that was all instinct, listening to the broken sounds falling from my lips.
When I was right on the edge, he pulled back.
“Please,” I begged, reaching for him. “Cal, please.”
He stripped off his own clothes in record time and pulled me into the center of the bed.
“On your side,” he commanded softly.
I turned onto my side. Cal spooned me from behind, his chest hot against my back, pushing my front leg forward to touch the mattress to open me up.
He reached for the lube on the nightstand. I felt his fingers coating themselves, then touching me. He worked the slickness into me, one finger, then two, stretching me slowly while he pressed open mouthed kisses across my shoulder blades.
“You’re so good for me, Si,” he murmured against my skin. “Perfect. You were made for this. Made for me.”
“Cal,” I whined, needing him closer.
He guided his cock inside of me. His eyes locked with mine over my shoulder as the pleasure wave washed through me.
It was a tight, perfect fit. I gasped, my arm instinctively coming up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.
“Look at me,” Cal whispered, his voice rough.
He began to move. It wasn’t about speed. It was deep, rolling thrusts that seemed to touch my soul. Because there was nowhere to hide, I couldn’t close my eyes, I had to watch him loving me right now.
“Who am I?” Cal asked, withdrawing almost completely before snapping his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.
“Cal,” I choked out, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. “You’re Cal.”
“Am I a shadow?” he asked, leaning in to kiss the tear track on my cheek.
“No.”
“Am I a memory?”
“No.”
“I’m right here,” Cal vowed, grinding against me, hitting that sweet spot that made my vision blur. “I’m the only one here. I’m the only one that gets to be inside of you. I’m the only one who knows how you sound when you fall apart.”
My hand clutched at his back, nails digging in, trying to merge our skin together. The jealousy, the fear, the spiral, it all evaporated under the weight of his love.
