I reach between us, sliding my hand into the waistband of my pajama bottoms. My lips press against his and I push my tongue into his mouth. His hand wraps around my neck, anchoring me in place, and I moan against his mouth, circling the pad of my clit with my fingers.
He groans, his teeth grazing my bottom lip and thrusts, his dick shoving against me.
″What are you doing, love?” He asks, his voice strained.
I know he is trying to control himself. He doesn’t want to unleash his inner monster. At least, not until he is sure I am fully ready for what it entails.
″I wanted to kiss you.” I whisper against his ear, my hand still in my pants.
″You wanted to kiss me while you finger fuck that sweet cunt of yours?”
Such vulgar words, but they only make my insides tingle. It isn’t anything I’d ever say, but coming from him somehow makes it sexy. I moan, my thighs squeezing around his legs as I grind against my palm.
″Give me your hand.”
His demand sends a shiver down my spine in anticipation. My free hand moves from the arm of the couch to his, and he twines our fingers together. The warmth of his skin reminds me I’m not alone. I don’t shy away. Instead, I embrace it, kissing his neck.
″I meant the hand that’s touching your pussy, love.”
I groan, hiding my face against him.
″Now, Haley.” He grips my arm just above the waistband of my shorts.
I pull my hand out and sit upright so that our eyes lock. My mouth drops as he brings my wet fingers to his nose and inhales the scent of my arousal. His eyes close slowly, his head tilting back, savoring it.
″One day, you’ll let me feast on you. Until then…” He sucks one of my fingers into his mouth. “So fucking sweet.”
Fuck, I really need to come.
I grind on his thigh, trying to release the building pressure as he swirls his tongue along my digits, then licks up every bit of my wetness, his eyes darkening.
″Please,” I moan, biting my lip.
″What?”
″I need to come.”
He grunts, nipping my fingers as he pulls his mouth away. “Let me inside you, sweet girl.”
″No,” I shake my head. “Not yet.”
Callum huffs his frustration but nods his head. I lean into him, our foreheads touching as I pant, my hand falling back into my underwear.
″Fuck.” Just as I’m almost to the edge, the sensation pulls from me as Jason’s face fills my mind. My throat runs dry and scratchy, and a pit forms in my belly. “No, no, no. Fuck!”
″Shhh,” he whispers, kissing my ear. “I’m here. Talk to me.”
″He always fucks it up!” I complain, pushing him off.
″What happened?” Callum doesn’t allow me to stand. He wraps his arms around me, pulling our chests together as he rubs my back.
Panic sets in. The fear that I’ll never be able to have sex with Callum riddles me. I can feel Cal’s erection softening beneath me and it my stomach knots.
″He’s always there.”
″Not for long,” Callum grunts.
″You can’t kill him.”