So finding myself in only a comfy t-shirt and my panties hadn’t come as a surprise.
What had come as a surprise was the fact that I’d practically wrapped myself around Callum’s body, using his legs as a pillow between my thighs.
My face had been pressed up against his pectoral muscle, and his arm had been wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me to him.
“You said,” he repeated. “If you say that again in the morning.”
I licked my suddenly dry lips.
“Your ankle doesn’t hurt?” I asked cautiously.
Please say it hurts. Please say it hurts.
If he said it hurt, that’d be my reason to say no.
Because in the thirty or so minutes I’d been trying to tell myself to get up, I’d been thinking of nothing else but sneaking my hand down his underwear. Cupping that solid package that I could see framed perfectly in his boxer briefs.
God, but he looked good.
So good, in fact, that I’d been thinking that I wanted to touch it.
And you know what they say about touching things that you shouldn’t…
“No,” he said immediately. “What does hurt is my cock.”
I’d been ignoring that thing since I’d decided I wanted it in my mouth.
But now, unable to stop myself, I allowed my gaze to drift south. And what I saw made things inside of me tighten to the point of pain.
“Ummm,” I found myself saying again. “I might have spoken too soon last night.”
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to have sex with the man.
My God, Callum was perfection personified.
But Jesus, he’d have to look at my non-perfect body, and that was chilling.
I had stretch marks.
I had extra skin.
I had an ass, breasts, and cellulite.
He… didn’t.
And I highly doubted any of the women that he had sex with did, either.
He chuckled lightly. “It’s okay, darlin’,” he told me. “I know that you were just teasing me last night.”
The problem was that I hadn’t been teasing him last night.
I’d been one hundred percent serious.
In fact, if he would just make the first move, I would seriously have no problem doing whatever he wanted to do.
“I was being serious,” I blurted. “What I wasn’t thinking about was doing this in the light of day instead of the darkness.”
He was silent for a few long moments, then turned me until I was straddling him.
I blinked at the new position, which put my unmentionables in quite close quarters to his.
My ass was resting on his thighs, and if I moved forward just a few inches, his cock—his very hard, long, thick cock—would be underneath my pussy, and I’d be able to grind myself against him.
“So you’re saying that you want it, just that you don’t want me to look at you while you do it?” he said.
I licked my dry lips, then shrugged. “Yes.”
He rolled his eyes as his hands smoothed up my bare legs.
“Let me tell you something, honey,” he said softly. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I’ve seen you at the gym in your tight gym clothes. There’s not much left to the imagination when it comes to those.”
He had a very valid point.
“And, just sayin’, but I liked what I saw,” he informed me. “I also like the fact that you have some extra padding. I like that you enjoy your food. I also like the fact that you want to better your health by becoming more active in life. What I don’t like is the fact that you think whatever you have hiding underneath that shirt is going to turn me off.”
I bit my lip at his sweet words.
“You don’t know what’s under here,” I finally said. “What if it’s bad? What if it really does turn you off?”
His fingers dug into my thighs. “What if everything I see only makes me want you more?”
He had a point.
And knowing that he wouldn’t stop until I gave him what he wanted—which was me—I gathered my courage and hefted my shirt over my head.
Callum’s body turned to stone underneath me as he took me in.
I was wearing a push-up bra and panties.
I’d love nothing more than to get rid of the bra—it was killing me from sleeping in it all night—and by the looks of it, Callum wanted nothing more than to do that, too.
“Go ahead,” I urged, watching his face take me in.
His eyes looked… hungry.
That made me squirm, and when I did, I ended up scooting farther up his body until I was completely settled over his hard cock.
He grunted and leaned forward, his hands going to the back of my bra.
“It’s a front clasp,” I whispered.
He immediately switched directions, undeterred by his mistake.
I groaned when my breasts finally popped free, both from the fact that my ribs really did ache from sleeping in that damn torture device all night, and because his eyes dilated when he saw my breasts in their full glory.
I did have to admit, my breasts were my most significant feature.
They were perky, large, and proportionate.
The only downside of them being on the larger side, I had to practically tape the bad boys down when I was working out, or working in general.
Hence the bra being a torture device.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmured, his hands falling to his lap.
My face flushed at his words.
“You’re giving me a complex,” I murmured, squirming in his lap.
His dick, if possible, had gotten even harder the moment his eyes took me in.
“Baby,” he said, his hands finally coming up to cup the heavy weights in his hand. “These things are lethal weapons. I never would’ve thought you could’ve fit all that gloriousness in that bra, but damn. You did a wonderful job.”
I snickered.
“The bra has to be really supportive or I can’t function,” I told him bluntly. “There’s just too much boob there. And they sit really high, so they’re always in my way.”
His lips twitched as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against the swell of one breast.
“Damn shame to keep these beautiful things so confined,” he told me. “Wish I could see these things in the gym when you’re bouncing around.”
I snickered. “I’ll give you your own personal burpee show one of these days. Naked.”
He groaned and leaned forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth.
I moaned and tilted my head back, shivering slightly when my hair tickled my bare back.
“I’m not a hundred percent certain,” he said as he went to the other breast, circling that peak lightly with the tip of his tongue. “But I feel like it’s going to take me a long time to show these two beauties the attention they deserve. You might have to stay a while.”
I was more than willing to stay forever at this point. All he had to do was ask me.
He didn’t ask me, though.
What he did do was roll us both over, me on my back, and him wedged between my thighs.
“Jesus,” I gasped. “I need...”
My mind was racing a million miles an hour, and I kept getting distracted by other things to the point that I couldn’t even finish my thoughts.
“Should you be moving so much?” I asked worriedly. “You hurt your ankle pretty bad last night.”
His hand began to move down the line of my torso, pausing slightly on one breast to give it a good squeeze before moving it farther down.
His knuckles drug down my side, tracing softly at the curve of my hip before continuing its course all the way down to the thatch of hair between my thighs.
“It’s nice to see you have hair down here,” he said gruffly. “I like the way it looks.”
I tried not to think about him seeing other women’s v
aginas while I was currently underneath him with his cock pressing against me, but it was impossible.
I was a jealous, highly insecure woman.
There was no helping what came out of my mouth.
“I’d rather not think about you looking at other pussies when I’m underneath you,” I told him bluntly. “It makes me highly uncomfortable.”
“Would it make you feel better to know that I was talking about you in comparison to porn videos?” he asked.
I opened my mouth, then closed it.
“That’s horseshit,” I finally settled with. “And a good cop-out.”
His brows rose, then he leaned over me and reached for the computer that was on his bedside table.
I blinked, having just realized that the mammoth laptop he’d pulled off the end table wasn’t actually part of the table itself.
It was big enough that it could be.
“What are you doing?” I asked when he settled between my thighs, turning slightly onto his side so that one elbow could go into the bed, while the other went in front of the computer.
He lifted the lid open, then winked at me before turning his eyes to the screen.
“What are you…” I started to repeat, only to stop when I realized exactly what he was doing.
He was looking up porn.
“I’m showing you my porn collection.” He grinned wickedly. “You don’t believe me, but seriously, every single woman in the porn business—ninety-nine percent of them have no hair down there.”
Which he proved to me thirty seconds later as he scrolled down over the first page.
“What’s that one,” I pointed at the blue search thread.
He started to flush.
There was a shortcut list of search criteria at the top, and the only one that was colored different from the others, as if he’d chosen that particular category time and time again, was the one labeled as ‘BBW.’
“Big-boned women,” he answered, biting his lip after he’d told me. “I have a type.”
I looked at the man that was currently half on, half off of me.
His rather impressive erection was still pressing into my lower half, but it was off to the side as he rested his upper half on the bed, with the laptop directly in front of him.
“You’re telling me you purposefully go searching for people like me?” I asked curiously.
His eyes trailed over my breasts, down to my belly button, and would’ve gone even farther had he not had to contort himself to do so.
“I definitely have a type,” he finally settled on. “And it’s you.”
I swallowed, not sure about the flush that rolled through me at his words. Did I like that he had a type?
Did I even like that he watched porn?
Then I thought, what the hell does it matter if he watches porn? At least he’s not out on the town fucking every woman that moves.
Not that I’d blame him.
He was more than capable of finding any woman that he wanted, but it said something about him and who he was as a person that he was picky with his bed partners.
I swallowed hard.
“Click on that one.” I pointed at the bottom left corner. “Why is that one rated ‘the best of March?’”
He clicked on it, then rolled us both, situating himself directly behind me, acting as the big spoon.
His cock was pressed up tight to my ass, and he was up on an elbow as he ran his hand up the center of my torso, coming to a stop at my breast.
He cupped one plump orb in his hand and said, “Watch it and find out.”
I swallowed hard, trying to concentrate on the movie.
It was of a couple much like us. The man very, very fit, and the woman pleasantly plump in all the right places. Big boobs, plenty of ass, and an hourglass shape that I would’ve killed for.
My eyes were on the woman, not the man, so when he slowly laid her down and started to work his way down her body slowly, I felt things inside of me tingle.
Then Callum pinched my breast, making me squirm.
My breath hitched, and I bit my lip to keep the moans to a minimum.
“I don’t know, Callum,” I tried to say, hoping that he’d see how uncomfortable I was and turn it off. “I’ve never watched porn before.”
“Really?” he asked. “Why not?”
I thought about that for a few seconds before I answered with, “Because porn was always a bad thing where I grew up. My dad’s a preacher, and my mom’s a preacher’s wife. Porn is not something that we ever, ever would watch or talk about. Hell, they’re still mad at me because I divorced my ex instead of trying to work it out.”
“Porn isn’t bad, baby,” he said. “In fact, it can be a good thing. See?”
He gestured to the screen where the man was running his lips down the mid-line of the woman’s body, not stopping at anything in particular. However, the movement was so freakin’ erotic that I squirmed.
“Good, huh?” he rasped against the back of my neck.
Then his hand started to explore.
Where the man touched the woman on the screen, he did much the same to me.
He touched and plucked, felt and petted.
And when the man on the screen finally pushed the woman’s thighs apart and slowly penetrated the woman, Callum lifted my leg up and back, allowing it to rest on the top of his thigh as he caught his cock and touched it to my entrance.
He paused. “Are you protected?”
I nodded once. “Are you…clean? I had a full line of tests done after I learned about the cheating,” I admitted. “I’m clean, and I’m on birth control.”
“Yes. I am.” He growled, and I wasn’t sure if it was in reference to the cheating on Mal’s part, or the fact that it meant he could take me bare, that had caused his voice to get all possessive.
Whatever the reason, it was hot as hell, and I liked every second of that growl.
“So bare it is,” he grunted, pressing the head of his cock to my entrance. “Never been bare in a girl before.”
I licked my lips.
I’d never had a man bare in me, either.
“Me neither,” I admitted.
He paused with the head of his cock—which was already stretching me—worked inside of me.
“You were married,” he said in disbelief.
“I was,” I confirmed. “But I’d never gotten on birth control. I hadn’t found one that agreed with me. I’m on a low hormonal one now that doesn’t seem to have many side effects other than a little weight gain. Back then, I was worried about the ‘little weight gain’ so I chose condoms instead.”
He squeezed my hip and started to give me more of him.
Already I was so full that it was on the verge of uncomfortable.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking away from the screen and down at the man that was invading my body with his hard, massive cock.
He was only halfway inside, and I had a flash of ‘it’s not going to fit’ when he pulled back and worked more of himself inside of me.
“Watch the video,” he ordered.
I couldn’t look away from what was going on between our legs.
I didn’t need a video. I had a real life, never going to forget this moment for the rest of my life, porno going on—with Callum and me as co-stars.
I gasped when he finally worked himself all the way in, then closed my eyes and squeezed them tight as he pinched my nipple.
I bit my lip as he started to move.
Slowly in and out, back and forth.
He never pulled all the way out of me, and when the woman on the screen started to moan, I did, too.
His mouth went to my neck and he bit down lightly on the muscle of my shoulder, not so hard that it would hurt, but hard enough that I knew it would leave a mark. As in, a mark that you could likely see when I was wearing my tank top later to work out in.
The hand that was underneath my head
moved for more purchase, and I reached up and caught it with mine.
He squeezed it tight while his other hand went exploring.
But nothing was ever hurried. It was slow, teasing, and downright diabolical.
His fingers dipped into my belly button and swirled there for a second, taking his time at my midsection before he moved to other, more delicate places.
“First time I saw you, sitting in that booth,” he growled in my ear. “I wanted to lay you down and make you feel like you should’ve felt every day. Mal didn’t deserve you.”
My dead heart—or at least what I thought was dead—started to kick at his words.
“Wanted nothing more but to taste your lips. Feel your arms wrapped around my shoulders. Cuddle you while we watched serial killer shows.” He dragged his lips across my shoulder blades.
“Funny,” I said, “but that’s all I ever wanted, too. The moment I met you, you’ve done nothing but try to fix things for me. I had no clue I needed a hero until you showed up.”
His hips jerked, causing his cock to hit places inside of me that had never been hit before.
I gasped and arched back into him, causing him to chuckle.
“You feel good around me,” he rasped. “Hot. Silky. Mine.”
I clenched my inner muscles around him, causing him to hiss in a breath.
That was when our slow and sensual went to fast and hard.
I’m not sure what tipped it. Maybe it was my clenching muscles. Maybe it was the way his hips jerked, and he forced himself into me a bit harder than he had been.
Whatever the cause, I fucking liked it.
One second we were on our sides, and the next the computer was falling to the floor with a loud bang, I was rolled to my stomach, and then hauled to my knees.
Moments after that, he was behind me, fucking me, and doing it hard.
I buried my face into the pillow that’d once been underneath my head, hoping beyond hope that the sounds of my screams were drowned out by the fabric and feathers.
But then there came a point that I didn’t even care about that any longer.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, feeling something building inside of me. “I’m so close, Callum.”
He grunted out a wordless reply, then started to do me harder. As if he hadn’t been doing me hard before that.
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