He barks a laugh, then turns serious. All humor disappears from his eyes as he lowers his mouth. His breath on my skin and a tongue brushing my clit has me spasming in seconds. “Oh. That was too easy, honey. I think I have to keep going.”
“Please…” I bite my fingers to keep from moaning too loud. “More.”
He devours me, and I wrap my legs around his head. His tongue batters my clit while his fingers slide into my folds. “Christ, so tight. I may not last once I’m inside you.”
“I want that. Please… Please make love to me.”
“Love? This isn’t love. This is fucking.”
“Right…”
“I’m sorry.” Worry darkens his eyes, and he sits back. “I don’t plan to come back here. We can stop.”
“No.” I sit up and reach for him. “Can I…touch you some more?”
A growl echoes in his chest. In a gruff voice, he says, “Stroke me.”
I do, and he’s so hard. It feels like steel wrapped in silk. I lick my lips. “Do I just…put it in my mouth?”
“Wait.” He hops off the bed. “Sit up and scoot your arse to the edge.”
I do as he says. “Like this?”
He’s so tall, his cock is nearly level with my mouth. Lifting a leg onto the bed, he says, “Open your mouth for me.”
When I do, his cock slides in. The smell of musk and soap and the taste of him pulls me toward the brink again. He hits the back of my throat, and when I gag, he turns stern. “Breathe through you nose, honey. Relax your jaw. I need to be this far in.”
Calming myself, he slides in even further, going partially down my throat, but I don’t gag.
“Fuck, that’s too good.” He thrusts in and out of my mouth.
The stamina of this man astonishes me.
Maybe he did bang Lola. Jealously fires through me. I tighten my hands around the base of his cock and become more of an active participant. He’s no longer holding the side of my face, but just rests a hand on the top of my head. He smiles, looking down, watching himself fuck my mouth.
Groans and growls escape his chest. Who knew I’d be so good at this?
Fuck you, Callum.
“Aye, I can come just like this. But I want to fuck you deep and hard.” He eases his cock out of my mouth.
“Not too hard.” I smile, wanting another kiss, but he steps back.
He bends down to grab his jeans and then curses.
“Problem?” I study his face and get nervous. He is a stranger, after all.
Rubbing his jaw, he glares at me. “I had two condoms in my wallet. I took them out earlier. I must have left them in the pub’s bathroom.”
“You traveled all the way here with two condoms?” For a short trip, according to my earlier eavesdropping, he was prepared to get laid twice.
Wow.
“I find it hard to turn down a beautiful woman who wants me.” His lips quirk into a smile, like he’s talking about me—the girl who hasn’t screamed bloody murder about a naked man in her bed and who has now willingly spread her legs for him.
“Perhaps when you’re close to, um, finishing, you can pull out.” Ciara told me lots of guys did that.
“Pull out?” Shock steals his smile, like he didn’t expect me to suggest something so risky.