“You’re an asshole,” I breathed, shivering against him, moaning after another open-mouthed kiss.
“And you’re still fucking dripping,” he shot back, grinning against my skin. His stubble scraped against me, leaving my oversensitive flesh burning. I would feel it tomorrow, and fuck, I loved the thought of that. “Melting like the pretty little mess you are. And it's all. For.Me.”
A growl ripped from my throat. I fisted the collar of his shirt and yanked him down into a kiss so desperate, sofilthy, it stole whatever breath I had left. The moment our lips crashed, it was over.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, chasing my mouth like a man starved. “Take what you want.”
I wanted to say something witty, but my brain could only think about what my body needed. I shoved him back toward the bed, and he let me think I had the upper hand. The second I climbed over him, he flipped us.
Callum smirked down at me, hands braced on either side of my head. “My turn.” And then his focus shifted to the right of me, and my head swung to see why. I yelped, scrambling to grab my vibrator, but he beat me to it.
“Aurélie,” he said, somewhere between a warning and a taunt. “Why’s it warm and wet? It looks too pretty to be thisdirty.” He said it so seductively that my nipples tightened more, which he zeroed in on.
The toy was rose gold, a soft matte silicone with a bulbous tip designed to hit just right. The high and constant vibrate was my favorite setting, and right now, Callum's veiny hands held it with a too-firm grip that made me think about all the ways I wanted him to use it on me… but this was a hook-up. And it should stop after this.
My pulse went nuclear. “Seriously, fuck off.” I leaned up on my elbows, trying to grab the sleek, curved toy. He pulled his arm back easily out of reach. The movement made the loose knot of my robe fallopen, and the fabric pooled at my sides. My legs widened on the bed. His gaze dropped andstayedthere. My breath caught in my throat as I slowly lowered myself back down to the bed.
His hands lowered, fingertips pressing gently to the inside of my knees, spreading me just a little further. The touch had my nerves exploding, and I squirmed under the weight of his stare. I was overheating, panting, and a sweat broke out on my back from how he seemed to be memorizing the way my pussy looked bared to him like this. My hips twitched, and I was completely fucking helpless. I could feel myself grow wetter; a slow drip down the cleft of my ass both startling me and turning me on more.
Seeing his hands on me, holding my toy… I moaned. He squeezed it, knuckles white, jaw tight as though he was holding himself back from doing something truly fucking unhinged. I wanted him like this, because it was how I felt, too. I wanted us equally crazed for each other.
Then his tongue traced his bottom lip, and I whimpered. "Callum."
His attention snapped to mine, wild and dark and unrecognizable.Mon Dieu."You want to show me how you use this, love?" he asked in a sinfully delicious tone. He let go of me with the hand holding the toy, turning it over in his hand and brushing the curved tip against my inner thigh. "Or should I make you watch while I do it for you?"
I couldn't answer, but it didn't matter. A second later, the mattress dipped and Callum's presence crowded every thought in my head when he braced himself above me. He dragged the toy slowly up my slit—not pushing, just teasing. I gasped at the contact, craving more.
"You're so needy and I haven't even turned it on," he whispered as he pressed the tip in, barely enough to feel. I fisted the sheets, and then he pulled it out. My hips jerked forward, desperately chasing him. "Uh-uh. You will take what I give you, Aurélie."
God, his voice and the command in it. The way he said my name, the soft roll of ther, the way his tongue curled around thel, the way he shortened the second syllable with his accent. It completely owned me, controlled my body's responses, and was just… reminding me that right now, I was his.
I never wanted it any other way.
He slid a little more than the tip in this time. I moaned loudly and his hand shot up to slap over my mouth. I huffed against his palm, inhaling the purely masculine scent of his skin.Putain.
"Shhh, baby," he growled as he leaned down, his face so close now I could feel the warmth from his lips. "You wanna let the whole floor hear how wet you are for me?" I shook my head, and he clamped down harder. My thighs trembled around his hips. He pulled the toy out again, and I nearly sobbed. "You don't get to come yet. Not until I've had my fill."
His hand lifted and he kissed me hard. All tongue and teeth nipping at my lips, drinking from me. It felt urgent and intense, as if he had been holding this back for years instead of months, and finally snapped. The toy slid in further with a slick glide that made my pussy pulse around it, and a soft groan tore from my throat. He swallowed it and didn't stop kissing me, just rocked the toy inside me, his hips thrusting toward mine with every pump of the toy. It was slow at first, then faster.
I was so fucking gone, so lost in the alcohol and the desire and all the sensations. My nails bit into my palms through the bedding I clutched and my blood roared in my ears.
"We’ll have to teach you to be more quiet, love," he muttered against my mouth. "You want me to stop kissing you?"
I shook under him. I couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't function. I was unraveling in his arms and he was as drunk on that as he was the drinks he'd had tonight.
Callum pulled back just enough to look down at me—hair falling in his eyes, chest rising like he'd been sprinting, cheeks flushed and mouth swollen. He looked so fucking sexy, like sin incarnate, and he was all mine. Then he sat back, grabbed my hip, and flipped me in one swift, rough motion. I landed on my hands and knees, robe tangled around my waist, the toy slipped halfway out, and I let out a disappointed cry.
"Callum—"
He groaned behind me. "Fuck, I wish you could see yourself like this." He pushed the toy in deeper this time. It was angled and perfect, and I wriggled my hips to feel more of it. He shiftedbehind me, pulling the toy almost completely out. The moment he repositioned behind me, I felt his palm flatten over it, fingers pressing down on the base so when he pushed it in, his fingers followed.
"Oh my God," I choked out, trembling everywhere, my entire body on fire and aching for release.
"Jesus. Do you feel that? Every time I press it in, I feel you twitch around me." He rocked his hand forward, and the pressure had me seeing stars. His fingers pushed the toy in deeper.
I moaned loudly and shamelessly, not caring who fucking heard. I needed this. I'd earned this.
Then he turned the vibrator on. It buzzed inside me, a low, thrumming pulse that made my arms collapse. I dropped down onto my elbows, burying my face in the pillows, my hips still arched and open for him.
