The rasped order from Cal took me by surprise as I loaded up the dishwasher later that night. Our casual barbeque had turned into a large gathering that most of the club ended up coming to. I’d worried it would be too overwhelming for Max and Emmie, but they’d seemed to have fun.
Now, it was late. The kids had crashed, exhausted from the excitement.
Apparently Cal still had energy to burn.
I turned to face him, my body heating at the look in his eye.
“Not fucking around, Jill,” he growled.
The lust darkening his gaze had heat coiling in my belly. I nodded, eager to obey, and walked on shaking legs to our bedroom. I slipped my shorts down my legs and pulled my tank up and off, standing in my bra and panties as my heart pounded with anticipation.
The quiet click of the bedroom door closing behind him signaled his arrival. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.” He took the two strides needed to be in my space. His fingers found the clasp of my bra and with expert ease unhooked it and slid it down my arms. His thumbs slid into the sides of my panties and with restrained force, he pulled me to his massive chest.
My hands shot out, gripping his shoulders to steady me.
He stooped to press his nose to my neck. “You smell fucking good.” His deep inhale was filled with appreciation. “You always taste as good as you smell.”
His tongue wet his bottom lip as he eyed me hungrily. My core convulsed in response. I wanted to bite that lip. The intent was clear in his gaze as he picked up a pillow and dropped it to the ground. “But first….”
It was my turn to lick my lips. I loved how he took charge in the bedroom. He told me what he wanted and when. It was always what I wanted, too.
I dropped to my knees, looking up at him as I unzipped his fly. He looked down at me with his nostrils flaring. I could tell he was on the razor’s edge of control.
I wanted him to lose it and soon.
I licked him leisurely at first, gratified at the quick inhale of breath I received in response. But I didn’t want to tease him; I wanted to taste him, totakehim.
I took him in my mouth, loving his taste and his smell. His groan spurred me on as I used my hand and mouth to take all of him.
His rasped command came all too soon. “Up, baby.” He helped me to my feet, directing me to the bed. I lay back, watching with rapt attention as he stripped.
He was so gorgeous, all tanned skin and ripped muscle. And all mine.
He stalked me like a predator, hitting the bed and looming up over me, his hips pressed between my legs.
His mouth found the shell of my ear first, biting gently before trailing down my neck to my breast. His expert tongue took one nipple and then the other, licking and biting until I was making quiet keening noises I’d only ever made with him.
“Cal… honey—please.” I gasped.
“Hmm….” The deep indecipherable rumble was all I received in response as he continued his journey downward. He lay on his stomach between my legs, looking as though he was getting ready to stay a while. His large hands gripped my inner thighs, pulling them apart further, his eyes focused with lustful intent on my core.
With any other man, the way he stared, the way he smelled me like a bouquet of flowers, might make me self-conscious. With Cal, it made me crazy. I was an entirely different person with him. Or maybe it was who I’d been meant to be all along.
His mouth feasted on me, his tongue licking and teasing until my legs were shaking and I was calling his name.
In one swift move he was inside me. His powerful arms caged me in as he thrust to the hilt.
There was nothing better in the world.
I gripped his biceps, the feel of his firm muscles under my hands making me want him that much more. He rolled to his back, pulling me on top of him. “Ride me,” he commanded.
I threw my head back and did just that. With my palms splayed on his firm chest and his hands gripping my hips, I gave him everything I had.
“Fuck.” His guttural groan encouraged me further. He pulled me down so that we were chest to chest as he took me from below.
I met him thrust for thrust as we found a rhythm that was nearly graceful in its desperation. My mouth found his shoulder, biting down to mask the cry that escaped as I hurtled into release.
His deep groan followed seconds later.
