Callum pulled out and pistoned me hard and fast, over and over, driving me up against the headboard. He battered my hole with his merciless thrusts, his grunts accompanying my own cries of pleasure.
Fuck, it hurt. And it was so fucking good the way my body stretched itself around his fullness. He grabbed the headboard, my legs now resting over his shoulders as he pounded into me. I gripped the sheets and tried in futility to temper my sounds, but the more I cried, the more it incensed him.
“Jesus, I can never get enough of you, Ash.” His eyes bored into mine, and the torture on his face matched my own. “Never get enough of what it feels like to be inside you.”
“Feels so good,” I whimpered. “I don’t want to lose this with you forever. I can’t.”
“Then get better, Ash. Get better ’cause I can’t watch you crash and burn anymore. I can’t.”
His lips slammed down on mine in the kiss I wanted, full of desire and heat. His tongue wrapped around mine, fucking my mouth the way his body was losing control in mine.
And then he slowed down, his pace turning languid but oh so fucking deep. I hated it when he did this. When he fucked me hard, he wrecked my body the way I loved, but when he made love to me so slowly, pressing himself so deep inside of me, he also wrecked my fucking soul.
“Callum, I can’t,” I cried out, tearing my mouth away from him. How was I supposed to leave him when he loved me like he wanted to keep me despite everything?
“You can.” He kissed my face, my closed eyelids. “Look at me. Look at me, Ash!”
My eyes flew open at Daddy’s command. It didn’t matter what he said. My lips might not be saying what my heart did, but the words only held so much power. My heart beat for him, and I suspected his for me. He could no longer stop the inevitable of what we were. Made for each other. Meant for each other.
“You can,” he said softly, running his hands between my body and the mattress to grip my ass and hold me firm. I couldn’t escape his thrusts, the way he ground everything inside me. “You can get better for you because the sex is out of this fucking world, but I’d give it up just to see you better.”
His lips came down on mine again. There was no use begging him to fuck me harder. He showered me with what I finally admitted was always hard for me to accept. The way he loved me.
It was real and so beautiful. The depth of his feelings for me poured into the chasm of hopelessness that I’d been existing in for so long. I cried out, clutching on to him as I came, my body shivering from the force of it. I came down from my high curled up in his arms.
“Callum,” I moaned his name. “You didn’t come?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he replied. “This was never about me, Ash. It’s all about you.”
I shook my head. “I won’t be selfish. Don’t let me be.”
I wiggled out of his arms and down to his waist, pushing him onto his back. I stripped him of the condom and caught his cock into my mouth. I needed to do this for him. He didn’t get to make me selfish with this one thing I could give.
He wasn’t far from the edge. I deep-throated him, pulling gently on his balls, and he bucked his hips. Cum shot down the back of my throat. I waited until he was finished spurting, then released him from my mouth and swallowed.
“Fuck, Ashton.”
His hips lowered to the bed, but instead of us basking in the aftermath of our lovemaking as we’d so often done, he rolled off the bed, gripping the nightstand for support.
“I need to wash up and get back to the coffee shop,” he said.
Before I could offer to shower with him, he’d disappeared. I stayed in bed with his sheet wrapped around me. I surveyed the dingy little apartment and smiled sadly. I would miss this. But it wouldn’t be forever.
His shower was quick, and when he came out, he went straight to his closet. He dressed in record time.
“You can take a shower before you leave.” He faced me on the bed. “Just pull the door up on your way