“Oh God, that’s so good, Lake. That’s so fucking good,” he muttered breathlessly. When his blazing stare came back to me, it demanded me before his words even could. “Touch yourself for me.” My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head I was so happy to comply. “Hold it there.” He stopped my stroke in the middle of his shaft and gazed down at me, frozen with my mouth full of his cock, my fingers stroking between the folds of my wetness. “Faster. I want you to make yourself come for me.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I was already reeling with arousal. My clit had been begging for attention. I gave it that with unbridled fervor, circling the sensitive swell, my mouth parting as I brought myself to the edge, Callum still hard between my lips. His voice was husky as he watched. “Keep your eyes on me.” In my heightening bliss, it was a challenge, but I opened my eyes, my thighs squeezing tight around my hand as my desperate orgasm mounted. Callum’s fingers combed through my hair, slow, easy. He watched as my jaw went slack and just as I was about to explode at my touch, he pulled my hair.
“Stop now.”
Fuck.
“I want both your hands on my cock.”
I moaned against his hard flesh, tearing my hand away from my sex and wrapping it around his shaft. I wanted to come but a sick part of me was happy to hold out. To drag out my need till I’d maxed out my capacity for his torment. I knew Callum. I knew he was going to return the favor. If I could wait it out, the gratification would be unbelievable and I knew it, so my hands stroked what part of him my mouth couldn’t cover. I kept my gaze on him as I pushed and pulled, tight and fast, wetness building in my mouth. I knew he was on the verge when every section of his six-pack rippled before my eyes, his shoulders rigid as he clenched his teeth. I felt it happening. I couldn’t wait for it.
But with a grunt, Callum held onto it. My eyes flew wide open. They pleaded as I grabbed his thighs, felt them tighten and spasm
as he refused to let go. Not just yet. Every gorgeous line in his body deepened as he saved his release for another few seconds. I bemoaned his game but only sucked harder. I wanted it so bad. His climax was the prize my tongue was waiting for and it had me wild, voracious, giving such full and wet pulls on his shaft that his breath rose quickly to a sharp growl. My scalp tingled deliciously as his fist pulsed around my hair.
I moaned hard when he came. The sound that tore from his mouth as his orgasm flooded my lips was nothing I could describe. But it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard in my life. I was ready to come just from hearing it. Holy God. Never had it felt so good to give.
Or take. I closed my eyes as I felt his hot pleasure sliding down my throat. It felt as if I’d taken everything out of him but Callum’s body went slack for a good five seconds before he grabbed me.
I yelped and laughed as he lifted me up and carried me with him onto the narrow leather chair in the living room. There wasn’t room to straddle him so I knelt on his lap and he bent me back, sucking the tips of my breasts into his mouth, distributing his attention between my tight peaks and roughly groping my ass. I gasped when he let go of my nipple with a wet pop and hoisted me up high by the waist, growling lustfully for me to spread my legs. My jaw dropped as my knees propped onto the armrests at Callum’s sides so that I knelt before him, my wet pussy at the level of his eyes. He sat back like a king on the most erotic throne, wetting his lips as he gazed straight ahead at my sex, presented to him like a gift. My mouth hung open with shock and thrill as I realized what he’d positioned me so perfectly for.
I couldn’t utter a word before he grabbed my ass, tilted me forward and swept his tongue over my clit. I cried out through the skylight, nails digging into the back of the chair as Callum held me still for his mouth. My thighs flexed tight as he swirled wet warmth around my tight pearl, sucked it gently between his lips. Oh God, oh my God. My body was in such a precarious position and it twitched with such overwhelming pleasure that I had to concentrate on not crumpling. I held my muscles tight for Callum as he sat forward, head tilted just so as he drew the flat of his tongue over me, licking with unbelievable skill as he slid two fingers inside. Oh God, help me. It was too good. It felt so incredibly good I couldn’t hold myself together anymore. Suddenly, I understood the need to hold on. I didn’t want to give this up. I never wanted this to end but Callum was thrusting and laving without abandon and my muscles were clenching so deliciously tight I had to let go. “Callum… Callum, I’m gonna – ”
“Show me.”
His words ripped the orgasm out of me and I came wildly, unraveling for him, pulsing around his fingers and losing the world around me. I had given Callum everything inside me by the time he pulled me back down onto him, draping my arms over his shoulders and watching me catch my breath. He let himself crack a smile as I shook my head in disbelief of where he’d brought me. His fingers brushed up and down my back as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel the affection in his touch and I could see the admiration in his eyes.
But swirling through the air were a million words unsaid.
He wanted to ask me something, I could feel it. I sensed it hanging in the deep silence and I knew it was about me. I knew it was about what he still didn’t know. I could ease Callum’s every physical ache and he could addict me to his passion, but we were still incomplete. And it was because of me. Because of the secret I insisted on keeping.
Closing my eyes, I rest my head on his shoulder, relishing his gentle stroke of my hair. I thanked God he didn’t break the silence or ask me a thing but at the same time, I felt a weight pulling at my heart. Because no matter how much I filled his need, whatever I gave was sucked right back out but what I refused to tell.
Chapter Fourteen
Callum
I was in my office at The Pike when Ana Hale called from the Times with “good news, bad news and an idea.” Our piece in their magazine was going to run later than expected. Apparently, she’d shown what she had to her editor and it’d been good enough to warrant a single positive concern: that readers would want more.
“They want it to be longer. More detail – specifically on you, which I don’t blame them for.” Her flirtatious voice on speaker lifted Oz’s eyebrows. He’d come in halfway through the hall and when she said that, mouthed what the fuck while jabbing a thumb at himself.
“Really? What about Oz?”
“Him too, of course. Both of you handsome men.” Oz and I exchanged smirks. “My editors were suddenly much more interested in this article after they saw your portraits from the photo shoot.” Her giggle was surprisingly girlish. “What can I say. Sex sells.”
Oz pumped his fist and I laughed. “Glad for that. So I’ve heard the bad news and the good news at this point. What’s the idea?”
“You, me and your Viking friend going to Scotland.”
I lifted an eyebrow. Oz mirrored my expression. We both nodded at each other, slow at first but with increasing excitement as Ana detailed the plan.
“They want pictures of you two at the actual home of your barrels. Maybe a shot of the pub you met at. We know all about the Scotch and the brand but we don’t know enough about the team behind it, so you two are going to reminisce for us in front of the scenic backdrop of Dufftown – which, of course, will boost tourism and visits to Pike Distillery. Sound good to you?”
“Yes would be an understatement.”
“Great. I think we’re going to have a really good time, Callum,” she said, a sultry roll in her voice. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Same.”