of his to pull the cups of my bra down, freeing my breasts and the hardened pink points of my nipples to the warm air. It’s cozy inside this house, even if it’s bitingly cold outside. Aaron’s done a good job, making this place feel like home.
My hands dig into Callum’s blond hair as he puts his mouth to one of my nipples, sucking and licking, savoring the taste of me with a low murmur of appreciation.
“This is a good test for me, too,” he breathes, biting down on my right nipple and making me cry out. I curse myself under my breath, but if I listen carefully, I can still hear the girls shrieking and playing on the other side of the wall. Nobody heard me. Not yet anyway. “There’s so much more I could be doing to you right now.”
I shiver as his hands drift along my ribs to my upper back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to my lap.
“Get on the bed,” he tells me, his voice dark and low, his own hands shaking as he stands up, wincing slightly with the movement and then rubbing at one of his knees. That’s the most damaged part of him, the most scarred. I can only imagine the constant pain he must live with.
I nestle into the pillows, hoping he’ll get naked before he joins me. Instead, he stays fully clothed, boots and all, as he climbs onto the bed. Starting at my left foot, he kisses his way back up and over the mound of pale hair between my thighs, getting just close enough to my clit to make me squirm without actually taking away any of that desperate aching.
His right hand covers my bare breast, kneading the soft round weight with his fingers as he licks around the nipple on the opposite side. His tongue is hot and slick, but he keeps it just far enough away from the pink point that it feels like I’m going crazy.
“Breathe,” he repeats, placing a palm flat on my chest as he lifts his mouth to mine, kissing me with slow, languid movements that promise we have all the time in the world. In reality, we’re both functioning on borrowed time. With all the shit we have going on, we know that forever cannot and will not be promised by anyone or anything.
Callum bites my lower lip hard, stopping just short of making me bleed, pressing down on my chest with his hand to keep me calm. It’s a struggle, especially as he kisses along the edge of my jaw to my ear, and bites that, too. I’m writhing now, but at least I’m still breathing, and very quietly, too. That, and I’m not making a single other sound, not even when he begins to suck on my neck, tasting my thrumming pulse with his tongue.
My legs spread wide, wrapping around him, wanting more and finding myself denied. He won’t grind against me, won’t touch me between the thighs. At least, he doesn’t for a good fifteen minutes. Maybe more. Maybe a half an hour.
“Callum, I can’t take it,” I admit as he nuzzles into that hollow space between my neck and shoulder, biting me there, too. I’m soaked in sweat now, absolutely drenched. God knows how long we’ve been in here.
On the positive side, Kali’s ghost seems to have disappeared again. That’s a good sign, right?
Without warning, Cal sneaks his hand between my thighs and slides two fingers into the molten heat of my core before I can even register that he’s taken my words seriously. His thumb slicks my own juices up and over my clit, massaging that as he fucks me with his hand, just as slow and easy as he kissed me.
My fingers curl together behind his neck as he stares down at me, so much less vulnerable since he’s clothed and I’m not. I decide to go for it and reach my right hand between us, searching for his cock.
It’s thick and hot under my palm, even with his jean shorts between us.
“Sometimes you have to wait,” Cal tells me, taking my wrist in his hand pushing it into the bed above my head. “Even if the waiting’s longer than you’d like. Then, when it’s time, you strike. That’s how I move the way I do. I wait, I watch, and I never try to take something before it’s time. You, for example. Bernie, I waited a long, long time to take you.”
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