As soon as the lock clicked on my door, Callum was on me, backing me toward my bed and having his way with my mouth. Cupping my face, he kissed me slow and deep. None of the urgency from earlier. None of the roughness either. His tongue slid a sensual line along mine, and his lips nipped and teased.
Callum tugged my hair down, then tossed my shirt off. My pants and underwear came off in one swoop, then I was naked and he was fully clothed, pressed flat to my front, his hands roaming freely over my back.
The groan of pure appreciation that rumbled from his chest when he squeezed two handfuls of my ass sent a rush of heat to my core and calmed my jitters. This wasn’t our first time, but it was still brand new, and he was still Callum Rose, and I was the chubby mom with big tits, a pudgy belly, and…yeah, okay, a great ass. And I knew, even though he hadn’t had sex with anyone but me, he’d seen plenty of gorgeous women. They probably threw themselves at him. I wasn’t that. I was something else.
His lips touched my cheek, then below my ear. “Where’d you go?”
“I’m here.” My fingers tangled in the short curls at the base of his hairline. “Trying to be quiet.”
“No, you were thinkin’.” He stepped back, extending his arms, but keeping his hands on my hips. His gaze swept over me, starting low, then working higher and higher. “Whatever you were thinkin’ wasn’t good. It took you away from me.”
“I was thinking how beautiful you are.” And that was the truth. Too beautiful for me, but I didn’t want to let him go so I’d have to get over it.
His hands came to my breasts, cupping them with enough force to draw my attention. “Do you have any idea, Wren? Every fuckin’ time I thought of you today, I got hard. I’d picture your sweet little body, your soft curves, these pretty tits, and my cock was ready to spear through my pants. In front of my lawyer, in front of the cops. I had to stop myself from gettin’ up and walking out on my meetings to get to you. So whatever ideas are going on in your head, clear them out. You’re mine, and when I have you naked, about to toss you on your bed and have you sittin’ on my cock, I want your mind on me like mine’s on you. Got it?”
Throat suddenly dry, I could only nod.
“Good.”
Callum backed me up until I had no choice but to lie down on the bed. He shucked his clothes off, then he was on me immediately, sucking my nipples deep into his mouth. Playing with my pussy, which was already wet and swollen. Probably still a little from last night. Callum was all over me, touching me, tasting me, savoring the body I’d been worried wasn’t attractive enough for him a few minutes ago. He swept me right out of that mindset, and all I could do was let him have me.
He worked his way between my legs, burying his face in my core. I had to bite my lip to keep quiet, but it was difficult, and holy granola, I didn’t want to. Not with how Callum was devouring me. And stroking my sides and breasts while he worked. It felt like being worshiped. Like I was his deity and he was showing his devotion for my very existence.
It was too much, not enough, everything, everything. My neck arched, and I brought my hand to my mouth to muffle my moan. There was no holding them back anymore. Callum licked and sucked me through an eye-rolling orgasm, wringing out every drop of my pleasure he could.
I was boneless but filled with desire. When he rolled to his back, I climbed to my knees, straddling his hips. His hands landed on my thighs, and he watched me. He liked to watch, and though I wasn’t brimming with confidence, he’d injected me with enough that I could give him a show.
I dragged my lips across his chest, flicking his tight nipples with my tongue. He held my head in his hands, and I explored and tasted him like he’d tasted me. My mouth watered over the ridged lines of his torso. He had tattoos, but not so many that I couldn't see his skin too. When I got to his belly button, I rimmed it with my tongue just because I wanted to. Watching his abs crunch and the small groan he emitted had me smiling against his skin.
“Like that?” He sounded pained, and it made a fresh gush of heat flood between my thighs.
“Mmhmm. I like you,” I whispered.
“Then get up here and sit on my cock like I told you. I want to see you ride me.”
I wrapped my hand around his length, gasping softly. He was beautiful everywhere.Everywhere. Smooth and long, with a little bead of moisture on the tip I licked off. His abs flexed again, and this time, he used his hold on my head to pull me up toward him. I shuffled on my knees, adjusting myself so I was hovering over him.
Callum took hold of my hip with one hand, using the other to guide his cock to my entrance. I lowered myself down, notching his head inside. Just that inch or two stretched me and made me sigh.
“Sit on me, Little Bird. Take all of me.” His lids had gone low, and his tongue snuck out to moisten his upper lip. Oh, I liked that look on him.
As much as I was tempted to tease, I wanted him too badly. I rocked forward and back, drawing him deeper and deeper, until we were flush, pelvis to pelvis, and I was filled completely with Callum. My insides were reshaped to fit only him. He should have been way too big, but he was just right. The wild, almost crazed look in his eyes made me think I felt just right to him too.
“Watch me,” I said.
He never took his eyes off me, though his gaze roamed just as much as his hands did. For once, I didn’t think about how I looked, only how he saw me. I rode him slow at first, finding my rhythm. Callum held my breasts and hips, brushing his fingers over my stomach and where we were connected between my thighs.
When my confidence grew, I balanced one hand on his chest and started to really ride him. My skin slapped against his with each pass. It was a good sound. The best sound. My ass hitting his thighs, his answering groan. I had to shush him even though I never wanted to hear the end of his pleasure. God, it was music, and I was making it with him.
My clit was throbbing. My belly was tight. So tight, I could barely stand it. Callum must have sensed my rising frenzy. His thumb found my clit, pressing and circling in the perfect way. I fucked him harder, slamming myself down again and again, so wet and needy.
The whole time, I bit my lip, stifling my moans. I’d probably be swollen and red there tomorrow too, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I was Callum’s show, and he was ever attentive. His cock swelled inside me, and his whispered grunts rose and rose in volume.
“Callum, shhh.”
He jackknifed into a sitting position, wrapped his arms around me, and buried his face in my neck. When his teeth clamped down on my shoulder, I was off, moaning in ecstasy. His hand covered my mouth, but it wasn’t enough to stifle me, so I bit down on the meaty part of his palm and writhed through my pleasure. Callum grunted with me, fucking me from beneath now. Harder, faster, plunging in and out, wrecking my shoulder and neck with his mouth. He held me, and I held him until he let go, coming inside my fluttering walls.