I slid my hand down her stomach and pushed my thumb against her clit.
She screamed a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through my body and brought us slamming together one more time. My cock surged, emptying inside her. Lightning sparked in my veins, the short-lived pleasure raising the hair on the back of my neck.
Callie sat up and kissed me, our bodies continuing a rhythm that milked every ounce of our orgasms. I wanted her again. Now. It didn’t matter that I’d just finished. Kissing her, touching her, was my favorite drug, and now that I’d had another taste, I might never stop.
I lifted her off the counter and carried her back to the chair. “Bend over.” Setting her feet on the floor, I guided her into the position I wanted, her legs straddling the seat and her arms crossed over the back.
She looked back at me over her shoulder, that same pose from our first night together, and my cock twitched. One eyebrow raised. “You sure about this?”
I palmed my cock, which had barely lost its rigidity. “I’ve never been more sure.”
She grinned as I entered her from behind and gripped the back of the chair. “Well fuck.” Her grip on the chair tightened and flexed. “And here I was under the impression men couldn’t get back to back orgasms.”
“I’m willing to risk it.” I pumped harder, faster, my motions rocking the chair across the floor until Colt walked over and steadied it.
The move put his cock in Callie’s face, and she took full advantage, opening her mouth and taking the head of his cock with a sucking sound that hollowed out her cheeks. Colt’s hips bucked. “Shit, Callie. You didn’t have to do that.” His cheeksflushed and he pulsed his hips. “But now that you have, I’m the one who’s going to take advantage.”
That left Diesel out, but when I looked his way, he shook his head. I knew the motion. He’d take his turn when he was ready but for now he wanted to watch. Smart man. I'd have done the same if I had his self-control.
Colt and I moved together. Callie squeezed his balls and he nearly shot up onto his toes, cussing and praising her all in the same breath.
I spread her ass and deepened my thrusts, then massaged her clit with the heel of my hand. My cock pressed into her, and the combined friction of her pussy and my fingers on either side sent my heart pounding out of control. I could last longer this time, and I planned on using every second to my advantage.
Colt reached around Callie’s head to pinch her nipples, and she bucked in response. I met every motion and that tight feeling intensified. I’d never been able to do this with anyone else. I’d always known Callie was special. Her mind, heart, and sheer stubbornness brought her to my attention first, but knowing she could do this, that she could take all of us without any kind of regret or hesitation…it was hot as hell.
She made a sound around Colt’s cock and pushed her hips back, grinding into me, seeking that release we both craved.
Twisting her nipples and making small pumping motions with his hips, Colt fed his cock deep into her throat.
Callie’s responsiveness exploded. She bucked and groaned, her hands lifting from the back of the chair to grab Colt’s hips and pull him closer.
“You’re incredible, Callie.” I hadn’t told her often enough, if ever, what she meant to me. It had never been just about the sex, but even when we were together, I had kept my feelings too close. She deserved more. “I want to give you everything you deserve, starting with this.” I increased the pressure on her clit and moved in a series of long, deep strokes, giving her every inch on every thrust.
That familiar rush of goosebumps raced up her spine. Her stomach pulled up and in, and she clamped down on my cock with another punishing orgasm that demanded I come with her. I let go and filled her a second time.
20
DIESEL
I’d been watching all night, taking my time and letting the sight of Callie with Colt and Hawk undo years of regret and anger at myself. If I’d been quicker to reassure her, she might have stayed. My inability to give her the words she needed created a chasm of emptiness that I’d been unable to fill.
This helped. Her responsiveness invigorated me in a way I hadn’t experienced in years. Hawk and Colt had given her pleasure multiple times, and she still wanted more.
I’d stood back and waited because she was worth it. We might all be in the room together, but I wanted her to myself for just a little while.
Hawk stepped back from her, his hand trailing down her arm before it dropped.
Colt pressed his mouth to her temple and moved to the far counter, giving us room without having to ask. The kitchen smelled like sex. I breathed it in deep, committing the scent to memory. Callie sat backward in the chair, her arms crossed on the back and her fingers spinning the thin gold chain around herfinger. A sparrow tattoo on her ribs fluttered with her breathing, making the wings appear to move. She hadn’t had it the last time we were together. Another question I needed to ask but found I couldn’t put into words.
Her hair feathered around her face in waves that had broken loose from her braid. She raised her eyes and met my gaze, her smile going soft and crooked. “What about you, Diesel? You’re all cocked and ready. I’m assuming you want a piece?”
I pushed off the wall. “No.” I took a step, then another. I cupped her face in my hands, making sure she couldn’t reach my cock with that perfect mouth. “I don’t want a piece. I want all of it, Callie. I need all of you.”
Her cheeks heated beneath my palms and her lashes fluttered. “I’m not sure what that means.” Her lips parted and the slight tension I’d seen in her shoulders released.
I reached down and took her hands, turning them over to reflect the soft light from overhead. The blistering had stopped, the worst of the raw skin beginning to heal. I turned her palms over and rubbed her knuckles, then moved to her wrists.
“Diesel.”
