teeth made me squirm; branding me with dark purple kisses, a chain of love bites across my thighs. I drifted for an age, writhing under his mouth as he finished his masterpiece.
“One left,” he promised. “Crown jewel. Gonna hurt.”
He kissed my pussy hard, tongue flat and wet against my clit, jerky movements until I was well on my way.
“Yes...” I hissed. “I want it... I need it. I so fucking need it…”
When his teeth clenched I howled the room down, shock and pain jolting me upright, but he was ready, arms prepared to slam me down. His hands reached up to clasp mine, mouth still latched on to my throbbing cunt. He stretched my lips as he pulled away, tender flesh held fast in his teeth. It hurt like fucking sin, and once he let go I strained for view, expecting blood and strings of torn flesh.
There was none, just hot, pulsing swelling. I groaned as I touched myself, checking for serious injury.
“Never been with a biter before, not like this.”
“Wanted to hurt you, where he’s been. Wanted you to feel me instead.”
He crawled up the bed to me, and I was ready, reaching for him. Fingers frantic on his jeans. “Fuck me,” I hissed. “Fuck him out of me. Please…” I pushed his jeans down and his cock sprang to attention: long, thick, and hard as hell.
He groaned at the grip of my hand on his cock. I looked up at the dresser, wriggled until I could reach a rubber. We tore the packet and slid it on between us, clammy hands desperate and clumsy. He was so big and veined, with a dark tangled mess of pubes around the base of him. His tattoos went all the way down, stopping just shy of his gorgeous cock.
He took my wrists, pinned them high above my head.
Then he fucked me.
Dirty.
Bad.
Savage.
Grunting and hissing and slavering at my mouth. His eyes in mine, dark as night, and vicious, really vicious. He made it hurt. Good hurt. Sore clit burning so hot as he slammed into me. He raised himself before he came, changing angle enough to grind my g-spot. Jesus he knew what he was doing. I arched myself, matching his grunts, jerking under him.
We didn’t come together, but it was close. Close enough.
Hands gripped my bruised thighs as he shot his load, groaning in feral victory as I squealed beneath him.
He collapsed on my chest, spent and slick with sweat and panting like a dog.
I teased his hair with my fingers, enjoying his hot breath on my tits.
“Fucking hell, Callum, that was so good.”
“You’re bleeding,” he said. “From my teeth.”
I didn’t care.
He got up from me sooner than I’d have liked, but I brushed it off, grabbing a towel and wandering through in a heady daze to flick the kettle on. He was dressed by the time he joined me. Eyes distant.
“Staying for a drink?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Gotta go.”
“So soon?”
“Casey’s alone, in Vick’s shed.”
“I see.” The atmosphere was tense. Real fucking awkward. He hovered for ages, eyes on the floor, and it took me a while to realise what he was waiting for. “Shit! Your money! Christ, I’m sorry.” I dashed into the bedroom and gathered it up, shoving it into his hands as he stared at me. “Count it, please. I’d hate if there was any missing.”
His eyes didn’t leave mine. “What’s this for?”
I smiled. “You’ve definitely earned it.”
His expression darkened. “Guess I did, yeah.” He shoved the notes in his pocket. “See you around.”
Fuck. He’d gone before I could even say goodbye.
***
“Jesus Christ, baby, you don’t do things by halves, do you.” Raven smiled, stubbing out her cigarette as the waitress delivered our coffees. “So, Roger is out, Savage is in?”
“Neither’s in at the moment,” I groaned. “Callum’s gone totally bloody AWOL.”
“AWOL?” she quizzed, perfect brows raised.
“Won’t answer his phone, no sign of him on the estate.” I sighed. “Avoiding me like the plague. He’s painting, though, work’s going ballistic about it, eating into next quarter’s budget just to keep it under control.”
“Is he any good?”
“Wouldn’t catch the maintenance team calling it art.” I handed her an envelope, stuffed full of photos I’d printed out at work when no one was looking. “What do you think?”
She flicked through the pictures, pausing on some for an age, eyes glittering. “He did these?”
“All of them, yeah.”
“Boy’s got skill,” she said.
“You think so? I mean, I think so, but I’m probably skewed. Supposed to be filing these for prosecution,