REID
Feeling Callie fall apart on my tongue was everything I didn’t realise I needed. The intimacy of it, the way she’s mine, entirely. Under my control, and all I wanted to do—want to do—is make her feel good.
I’m covered in her honey, and honestly, I could bathe in her. But yes, I still have a throbbing, desperately stiff cock, and my girl has told me she’s a virgin. And much as I would like to take her and be her first, that’s not a privilege that’s for me. Not when she’s so young and joyful and sweet, and I’m older and grumpy and dangerous.
It’s bad enough I’m could bring trouble to her door.
I should just leave. Finish myself off as I intended—except not under the shower. She might actually murder me if I did that.
But I prise myself onto my feet, and look down at my half naked, debauched, pretty girl sprawled on the sofa. She’s a goddess.
I turn to go. It’s an act of sheer self-control.
“Reid.” Her voice calls after me, confused, and then her hand catches at my hip. She tugs at the towel, and where ithad been firmly affixed to my waist, as I was kneeling between her legs and feasting on her pretty little pink pussy, it became loose. And it only takes the brush to make it fall.
I should catch it, but I don’t even try.
She gasps as I’m revealed to her. Again. Then her fingers find my thigh, and trail up over the hair and the black ink pattern of tattoos.
“Callie. You’re playing with fire.” It’s a gruff warning. I’m substantially reduced in what I can do given my wound, but if she thinks I’m not still more than strong enough to hold her down, she needs to get her head together.
“Let me touch you. Like you did for me.”
Ohhh fuck. With her hands and her mouth?
I swallow, and when I look down at her, I’m shaking. I want her so fucking much, it’s a worse pain than anything that could be caused by a gun.
“This can’t be permanent,” I say harshly. Even if I’m beginning to recognise that it’ll tear me apart to leave her. When I leave.
She flinches as though I’ve struck her, but recovers almost instantly. A bright smile gets pasted onto her face. “All part of a nurse’s job in this circumstance.”
That’s a lie. We’re both lying to ourselves and each other. I hope she doesn’t know that.
It’s far better if she thinks I’m a heartless, growly, cynical arsehole. That’s nothing less than the truth. It just happens that for her, I’m a golden retriever puppy with a red rose in my mouth.
For her, I’m tame, for all I need her to believe otherwise.
“A blow job is all part of my housemate bonus?” I reach out and stroke my palm over her cheek, cupping her jaw and holding it. “Coming over your cunt? Or on your tits? Oh, I bet they’re glorious. Show me your tits, Callie.”
I meant to scare her off, but instead, she immediately shuffles and gives me a brave little smile as her hands go to her tiny nightdress. She pulls the straps down, momentarily pinning her arms down, I can’t hold back a groan. Her dusky pink nipples are revealed, and she’s stunning. I have all sorts of visions of her tied up for me, and me taking advantage of her lithe young body. I’m a monster.
And I’ve run out of control. Callie is the most perfect creature I’ve ever seen, and it’s a good thing she’s eager for this, and I’m injured, because I’m not sure I could hold myself back otherwise.
My hand drops to my cock, covering the head and squeezing. My vision blurs from the pleasure, even as I can’t stop looking at her.
Callie blinks up at me. Her hair has come partially loose from her usual ponytail. I want to see more, so I reach with my injured arm to her hair.
“No,” she snaps and pulls away.
Fire rises in me. She’s mine. I want her hair down as I wank over her.
“You will?—”
“Not use that arm, Reid. How many times do I have to tell you?”
My hand falls away, and so does my irritation.
“When I’m well again…” But it’s not a real threat. When I’m well, I’d like to pleasure her more. Properly. All I’ll do is leave her with money, and memories, and safety.
