"You're fucking soaking me, Auri." He pushed again, and I felt the stretch, felt myself dripping down my inner thighs.
The toy moved in perfect rhythm with his hand, stretching and vibrating as he fucked it deeper with every press. His hips started rocking with mine, his cock pressing against my ass through his pants. We were in sync, not even fucking, but we couldn't stop ourselves. It was hot and so goddamn erotic. We were both gasping now, moaning together, as if the air between us was too heavy to breathe.
My hands clutched the sheets when my vision blackened at the edges, my body climbing higher with every movement. "I can't—fuck—I can't take it?—"
"Yes, you fucking can," he panted, his chest covering my back as he leaned over me, not slowing his movements. "You can and you will. Come for me, love. Make a mess. I want to feel it."
His hand moved faster, fingers over the toy and touching me in all the right ways. It sent me spiraling. I tightened and felt my pussy lock down around the vibration and pressure and him. Then I shattered, my eyes rolling back in my head. It was brutal, beautiful, and overwhelming. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me, thighs trembling and walls pulsing so hard I nearly screamed. He bit down on my shoulder through the robe as he groaned, and the pain wassharp and welcoming. It sent another wave of ecstasy washing over me, shuttering through me violently and uncontrollably.
"I feel you, baby," he breathed, sounding just as wrecked as I felt. His accent sounded a little thicker as he slowly pumped in and out of me. "God, I feel you fucking coming for me. You've been holding it in for too fucking long, love." I collapsed further into the bed, twitching and dazed. His hand was still between my thighs and holding the toy inside me. He leaned down, lips brushing the back of my neck as he slid it out and shut it off. "You'll never touch this toy again without thinking of me."
I sighed into the pillows. He was right. That was my favorite toy, too, and now I'd only ever be able to think of this. Evil bastard. He knewexactlywhat he was doing.
He kissed the spot he'd bitten, gentle and reverent now. Then he growled against my ear, sounding utterly gone, "You're mine."
Damn him.
He couldn't say shit like that to me.
Callum rolled me back over, caging me in with his arms and flashing me a wicked grin. My stomach flipped, and then he moved to go down on me, biting the insides of my thighs, hands gripping my hips in a bruising hold. I let him lick me once—slow, hot, perfect—but I was too desperate, so I tugged on his hair to bring him back up to me.
The look of confusion on his face almost made me forgive him for all the shit he’d pulled tonight.
“I just want you,” I breathed, answering his unasked question. Turning on my stomach, I reached for the nightstand drawer to grab a condom.
Because yeah, of course I was prepared.
He reached behind his back and grabbed a fistful of his shirt to pull it over his head with one arm, and I gawked. Why in the hell was that so hot? The real-life version of that sweaty selfie I almost got off to didn’t hold a fucking candle to this. Nothing did his abs justice, or that trail of hair disappearing into his waistband.
I wanted to run my tongue over it.
Callum shoved his pants down in one smooth motion, and I stopped breathing. His legs were toned and muscular, and the outlineof his hard cock was large and intimidating. His leg hem of his briefs had ridden up, and holy fuck—he has a tattoo.
"What the fuck is that," I whispered, eyes locking on the ink at the top of his right thigh. It was black text, high and hidden, inches below where his hip met his thigh.
It was stupidly sexy. It wasslutty.And it wasso him.
"Do all world champions have thirst trap tattoos on their thighs, or is that just you?" I muttered, already feeling heat flood my cheeks and between my legs. My fingers curled around the foil of the condom packet.
He smirked. "You like it?"
"I hate how much I like it. What does it say?"
He shifted back to sit on his ankles. "Get on your knees and find out."
My pussy clenched. I swallowed and scrambled to my knees, ducking my head to read it. I blinked, not quite believing I was readingFrenchinked permanently on his skin.
elle saura
I knew what it meant.She'll know.
But somehow, I didn't. Not really, not like that.
I grabbed his thighs, digging my nails into his flesh. It detonated something inside me. My arousal leaked down my thighs. My native language was carved into his skin, and it was in such a private, intimate spot. Somewhere you'd only see if he let you get this close.
"What does it mean?" I asked quietly anyway, like if I spoke too loud, I'd scare the moment away.
"She'll know."
