“Tell me you want me inside.”
“I want you inside.”
He teased my opening and groaned as he slid just his fingertips in. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I exhaled. “You made me.”
He slid in a few inches more, moved his fingers in circles that filled me with the slowest, truest definition of torment. “Do you want more, Lake?”
“Please,” I rasped. “I need it.”
“Deep?” I nodded but Callum let me know the answer wouldn’t suffice. “Yes or no. With my name.”
“Yes, Callum, I want it deep!”
He slid all the way inside.
“Oh God.” I moaned but he stifled it with a kiss and pumped immediately into me, my head rolling back. Blood rushed in my veins, flooded me with arousal as I let him take out his aggression, have my body however he wanted. I wanted it too. I enjoyed it and craved it. I only feared it when two other guests snuck up and lingered obliviously at the end of the hall. I went still but Callum didn’t stop his push and pull. In fact, he fucking deepened it. “Callum,” I whispered hotly, my jaw dropping wide open. I needed to silence myself but my hands were still tightly bound. I couldn’t do it and Callum refused to for me. He just pumped relentlessly, wearing the sexiest, most wicked look as he watched my face contort, my tits shake. They bounced for his eyes as I fought and somehow lost against my own thong. It delighted Callum. He knew his knot. He knew I was fighting a losing battle so he wet his lips and had some fun, muttering words of filthy encouragement as he picked up the pace of his stroke.
“No, Callum,” I whispered. “Don’t… don’t make me…”
“You don’t want to come, Lake?” Callum didn’t bother lowering his voice. It sparked the sharpest fear and hottest arousal in me. I thanked God for the dark of the hall and bit back my needy sounds. I couldn’t answer, could only hear the smile in Callum’s voice as he said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Just as I felt ready to burst, he withdrew his fingers from me. Tortured, I still thanked God, panic racing my heart till the guests disappeared from the end of the hall, descending back down the stairs.
“Oh God.” I inhaled with relief. But Callum snatched my breath back, gripping the V of my dress and ripping it wide open like morning curtains. His tongue mauled my breasts, his hands stretching the top of my dress down my arms till they were bound tighter behind me. He licked me like candy. Every inch of me. He deliberately neglected my tight peaks, running the flat of his tongue along the heavy curve of my breast, drawing circles around the sensitive tips I needed to feel in his mouth. His low, sexy rumble of a laugh came the second I let out a pleading sound.
“What do you want, Lake?” he asked me.
“Suck on it,” I whispered.
“On what?”
“Suck my nipple, please,” I breathed out with torture, sufficiently loud for Callum because he immediately gave me my wish. I moaned as his tongue went to work. Every nerve ending in my body sparked to life as I pebbled stiff under his delicious assault. My sex throbbed, begging wildly for attention, aching to feel the erection that Callum teased by thrusting hard against my leg. I gasped for breath, looking to the skylight. The storm stopped outside, leaving us in pitch dark. “Callum, I need your cock now,” I begged.
He didn’t hold out. My senses climbed as I felt him release me and heard the metal clanking of his belt. I finally fought out of my satin constraints and before I knew it, was stroking the hot silk of his hard-on. Callum groaned. Arousal spilled from my lips when he hoisted and pinned me against the wall. Noise swelled with the crowd downstairs. My sharp cry was lost in the din as Callum penetrated me, squeezing the bottoms of my thighs, slamming into me with burning passion and fury. The moonlight shifted and I saw him again – saw that his stare never left mine, his blue eyes hot and harsh, piercing my soul as he fucked me mercilessly against the wall. I loved his strength. I deserved the roughness, reveled in it and in the sound of his serrated breaths. They hissed out savagely between gnashed teeth, grew sharper, louder with every thrust inside me. My muscles convulsed, a deep orgasm threatening my core. I squeezed my eyes shut but Callum had none of it.
“Look at me.” His demand was rough and carnal but I was too lost to listen. He slammed harder. “Look at me, Lake,” Callum growled, his hips pumping like a well-oiled machine into me, faster and deeper than I ever knew possible. “Look at me when I make you come.”
I opened my eyes just in time.
Delirium poured from my lips as I came, rattling between his hot chest and the cold wall. It pulled a surprising growl from Callum, deep and needy from the pit of his throat. He crushed a kiss over my euphoric mouth as I pulsed around him, groaning my name as I brought him to his own shuddering climax. My fingers tangled in his hair as I felt every ribbon of his pleasure surge like a wildfire inside me. Every one rushed through my body, searching the depths of me and finding the walls I still fought so hard to hold up.
Slowly, gradually, I felt them burning down.
Chapter Twenty
Callum
Ana’s eyebrows rose sharply as we walked across the tarmac. She was leaning against the railing of the steps leading into the jet and smoothly pulled her shades down to mask her dissatisfaction. It flashed in her dark eyes the second she spotted Lake, my shoulder draped in her luggage and her fingers entwined in mine. It was noticeable enough that Oz exhaled with a hint of stress, which might’ve been the first time I’d ever heard that emotion from him.
“What?”
He shrugged. “Here’s to hoping she’s not the type for petty revenge,” he muttered when Lake broke away from me to help with her luggage.
“What do you mean?”
“You brought your girl on a business trip and I’m sure the reasons aren’t business-related but Ana looks a wee bit unhappy about it.”
“She’ll get over it,” I said as we climbed the steps and into the Gulfstream.
“You must be Callum’s lovely lady,” Ana held her hand out to Lake when we got in. I shook my head at her when she shook Lake’s hand but looked straight at me.
“I guess so, though I’ve never heard Callum describe me as lovely,” Lake laughed, peering at me. “Or a lady for that matter.”
I smirked. She was too fucking sexy to be described as lovely but of course she was. I kept the thought in and nodded for us all to take a seat. “Nice touch,” I remarked at the table lined with various bottles of Pike Scotch. “Some hair of the dog?” I asked Oz and Lake, who both groaned.
We’d all had too good of a time last night, Lake and myself in particular. By the time we returned downstairs to our friends, Oz had gotten them sufficiently drunk because that was what he did best with people – bring out their worst. We’d mixed Scotch with champagne over five courses of dinner and at the end of it all, joined whatever party was going on in the event hall. While Oz, Logan and Isabel danced their asses off, I sat at the bar with Lake on my lap, both of us just laughing and watching. Some drunk asshole grabbed Isabel’s ass and before Lake and I could move a muscle, Isabel beat him with her clutch like a woman gone mad.
“Shame that she’s married. That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Oz shook his head. “Top five at least. You know that kind of feisty translates well in bed.”
I ignored him. “Know what that reminded me of?” I asked Lake, whose eyes were already wide on me because she was thinking the same.
“My grandma.”
Elena had been the feistiest old woman I’d ever met in my life. Twice she had her purse snatched on the subway and twice she smacked the living shit out of the thief with it when she got it back. The second time, she enlisted the help of a stranger to drag him to a cop on the platform. The memory had us laughing fondly till Oz asked if Lake’s grandma was single.