Finding Callan

by Quell T Fox

  “You taste so fucking delicious.” He speaks the words into my mouth. “I need more.” His hands grip my waist, hard enough to cause pain, but the good kind of pain. The kind of pain that makes me want to ravage him.

  I slip my hands under his shirt and pull it over his head. He does the same to mine. His lips move to my breasts, sliding his tongue across the top of one, then to the other, biting gently. He brings his mouth back to mine, pulling me closer to him. I can feel his hardness between us, and I want nothing more than to fuck him silly right now. His fingertips brush down my back and it feels nothing less than euphoric.

  “How do you do that?” I whisper to him.

  “It’s part of my gift. Do you want more?”

  “Yes. Please.” I breathe the words, as he slips his hand between my legs. The sensation is so strong that it feels as if he’s directly on my skin, but he isn’t. I think that he could make me come just like this. He pulls my leggings down, leaving my panties on as he continues to kiss me. His tongue dancing with mine in a dangerous way.

  I kick the leggings off the rest of the way, still pressing myself against him, not wanting to be anywhere else in the world then right here with him. My hands run up and down the firmness of his abs. Feeling each and every dip of his muscles. His skin is soft and smooth. I never thought he would feel this good. I dig my fingers into his sides and he hisses at the bite of pain, kissing me harder in return, shoving his tongue deeper into my mouth.

  Maddox kisses like this is his last moment on earth. Like he will never be able to feel another person for the rest of his life. Like this is it. The all or nothing. And something tells me that it will always be this intense with him. Not just this moment, but always.

  His hand continues rubbing my pussy over my panties and I feel an orgasm building, which is ridiculous. This should not be happening. He’s barely touching me. Maddox pulls back to look at me, a cocky smirk on his face that in this moment is nothing but sexy. Right when I think I’m going to fall over the edge, he stops. He grabs me by the waist and pushes me onto the bed, crawling over me. He rests on one of his forearms, the other hand pushes my panties aside and this time he’s really touching me. Skin to skin and I don’t think I can last. There is no fucking way I am going to last.

  “Is this what you want?” His fingers slide between my folds and over my clit, causing my hips to jerk up.

  “Fuck. Yes. Don’t stop.” I breathe the words out into his neck. My hands running anywhere on his body that I can touch. Gripping, grabbing, anything to help me deal with the amount of pleasure that I feel right now.

  He enters me with one finger and then two. In and out, slow at first and then faster. He pushes his palm down, using it to hit my clit, giving me the extra pressure that I need to build back up again.

  “Are you ready?” He whispers into my ear, as he continues to fuck me with his fingers. I nod my head quickly, needing more. Needing to come. It’s been way too long. I’m living with four guys for fucks sake, you’d think I’d be getting some every day.

  That’s going to be a rule. I’m making rules and I don’t care what they say. They’re mine and they will do as their told. I know that isn’t true, and oddly enough, I don’t want it to be. I don’t want them to be my bitches. I need to be kept in place just as well as they do. Something tells me that Maddox won’t let me get out of line. Neither will Alec.

  “Don’t come yet.”

  “I can’t–don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

  Maddox’s tongue makes its way over my neck, stopping where my pulse is throbbing heavily. He licks me slowly, his warm tongue causing me to moan, his hand never stopping. My orgasm is building faster, but he knows what he’s doing. He’s completely in control. He won’t send me over that edge. Not yet. If I move the slightest I know that I’ll come, but he wants it when he wants it. And I’m totally okay with him being in control of this situation right now. The moment that I tip over that edge, a sharp ting of pain strikes at my neck and as quickly as it’s there it’s gone. My entire body is filled with pure euphoria.

  I swear to fuck I’m seeing stars and nothing else. I hear nothing, I see nothing. I’ve entered another realm. All I do is feel. Pure fucking bliss. My entire body is on fire and tingling with an orgasm that just won’t stop. I feel it between my legs, but I also feel the pleasure pulsing from my neck and throughout my entire body as Maddox sucks the blood from me.

  I’m not sure how long it lasts for. It feels like forever and a second at the same time. Before I can fully understand what is going on, it’s all over. But I don’t want it to be over. I want more of that. Whatever the hell that was. How can I ever have regular sex again after that?

  My senses come back to me. Maddox is panting in my ear, his eyes are full of hunger and complete satisfaction all at once. My body still tingles, partially numb from the crazy amount of pleasure that I just endured. It’s like the best part of the orgasm that hits you, but it felt like it lasted forever. It never got to the point of being too much or being too sensitive. Not while it was happening, but that’s what I’m starting to feel now as Maddox starts to slowly move his hand over my clit again. I jerk at his touch. Wanting more, but my body isn’t ready.

  I can feel the wetness down there, and it’s turning me on so much more. I want more, I need more of him.

  Fuck, Maddox is my favorite fucking person in the world right now and I was so sure that I couldn’t stand him. There are parts of me that still hates parts of him. But then there is this part of me that is beyond infatuated with this part of him. This part that I could never get enough of.

  He’s still panting when I meet his eyes, his hard cock is resting on my thigh and I reach my hand over to grasp it. I squeeze through his jeans and he lets out a pained moan, his eyes screwing shut.

  “Fuck, Friday. I’m too close.”

  I do it again. He pushes his hips into me. I unbutton his pants and he stands, pulling them off the rest of the way. I reach forward and pull him on top of me, the head of his cock resting right at my entrance, but he doesn’t slide it in. I run my hand up and down his thick shaft. He’s so hard. My thumb slides over the tip, taking the drop of precum and rubbing it over the head of his cock.

  “Seriously, be careful. I don’t want to come like this.”

  He pulls back, closes his eyes and takes a few steadying breaths. I reach for his cock again, that twitches as I grab it. I can tell that it’s taking everything in him to not come right this second, all over me. But I kind of want him too. I like knowing that I have that much power over him. That I turn him on so much that he loses control. Him, who is the biggest control freak that I’ve ever met.

  I start to stroke him again, but softly. Barely touching him at all. I run my fingers along the thick veins, causing his cock to twitch again. I like seeing him like this, struggling. Having this kind of control is making me crave more. I’m starving. Starving for him and everything that he is. I start to pick up the pace when he pulls back completely, standing up and gripping his cock at the base, hard.

  “I don’t want to come yet.” He goes to his knees and spreads my legs, a second later his tongue is on me and for a second I wonder what would happen if he bit me down there. Thinking of the amount of pleasure it would cause sends me right up that mountain again and I feel like I’m going to come already.

  His tongue lashes at my pussy, his need for me to come again shows with his want. And I’m going to. He slides his tongue down to my entrance, up to my clit and then circles it. He keeps doing this until I am screaming his name over the second orgasm that hits me harder than a ton of iron. He crawls on top of me, this time he doesn’t waste time. He thrusts into me so hard that it’s almost painful. Almost. He lets out this masculine groan that I swear is going to throw me over the edge again. He stays sheathed inside of me for a moment, getting his bearings. He squeezes my hips and lifts them an inch higher to press into me deeper. He fills me fully and completely.

  When he s
tarts to move, he fucks me hard and quick. It doesn’t take him long to come, but I don’t even care. When he does, it’s worth it. A deep groan escapes his lips as he spills inside of me, slowing his movements until he stops completely. I feel his warmth pump into me, and I moan as it does. He’s panting, a sheen of sweat covering his body. He lays down on me, resting his head on mine and I realize that I’m panting was well. I could have come a third time, but it doesn’t even matter that I didn’t. I am 100% satisfied.

  “If this is how it’s going to be, you can feed from me every fucking day for the rest of our lives.”

  He laughs so hard, causing his semi-hard cock to slip out of me. His come pours out of me a second later, and it’s so much. So fucking much. Something that normally would bother me, is now turning me on and wanting him back inside of me.

  “I need to get cleaned up.”

  “Let’s hop in the shower.”

  CHAPTER 24

  Friday

  It’s late by the time Maddox and I return upstairs. We decided to spend some time alone, which I think we really needed. Even though we agreed that we would be with others, the guys knew where we were, and we weren’t far. We laid in bed naked and watched a couple of movies. We had sex twice more. Each time just as good as the last. He even ordered room service so we could eat and stay in bed. I hid under the covers while he walked shirtless to the door to get our food, laughing the entire time. We talked about random things, nothing serious, just light-hearted chit chat. It’s what we needed. I can’t expect him to open up to me if we don’t like each other.

  That all changed in just this one day.

  A lot has changed between all of us in just one week.

  We make our way off the elevator, but before entering the room Maddox’s hand grasps my upper arm. He pulls me gently towards him, making me face him.

  “I can heal you.”

  “How?”

  “My blood. It heals.”

  “Won’t that turn me into… you know. A vampire?” I whisper that last part. It feels awkward saying it out loud.

  “Not unless we are wrong and you are human.” I hesitate, worrying my bottom lip. “We’re not wrong.” His stare is stern, and dark. I believe him. But…

  “I just don’t think I’m ready for that yet, Maddox.” He looks disappointed. He wanted to help me. “Do I really look that bad?”

  “You could never look bad. Let me know if you change your mind. The offer stands.” I stand up on my tippy-toes and press a soft kiss to his lips. His hand reaches around my waist and pulls me closer. I break the kiss, which isn’t easy. It’s never easy to pull away from any of them.

  “Thank you. For everything.”

  He doesn’t respond, instead he reaches for the door handle. Swiping the card to unlock it and let us in. Alec, Callan and Lenny are all in the living room watching TV. They look up at us when we walk in. I worried that they’d be mad and upset with me for spending the entire day with Maddox, without them. Maybe they’d even be jealous. But they aren’t. I’m greeting with warm, welcoming smiles, and a contentment that I’m starting to feel myself. Even Alec smiled at me, in his own grumpy kind of way.

  “Had fun, didn’t you?” Lenny quips. Waggling his eyebrows.

  “I sure did.” Callan and Alec both make a face that makes me think they are jealous. But not the angry kind of jealous. The kind that makes you work harder and be better to get what you want. The good kind of jealous.

  “If you guys are jealous, I suggest doing something about it. ‘Cause I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.” Alec looks back at his phone and Callan continues reading. They don’t respond, but I know they heard me. We spend the evening watching movies and binging on Chinese food because no one felt like cooking today.

  At one point my phone dings with a text. I check it and find that a random number has texted me. I unlock the phone and open the message. It’s the bank telling me that my account has been closed. Good. As simple as that is, it’s one more thing that gives me peace with moving forward. One less thing holding me to my past. I plan to let it all go. Every last bit of my past will be nothing more than that. My past. I have a new future now. A better one. With four amazing, grumpy, cocky, quirky and silly guys.

  This week started off better than I could have hoped, and it will end the same. The beginning of a new chapter in my life started when I got into that jeep with these guys. I thought that I regretted it for a while, and maybe I did, but not anymore. It’s the best decision that I have ever made. One week left in this hotel and then we’re heading to Indiana to figure all this shit out. I’m oddly excited about that. About all of this, about us.

  I’m in my room, getting ready for bed when there is a soft knock on my door. I assume it’s Callan, since we agreed he’d be sleeping with me. I open the door and unless Callan lost all of his hair and bulked up, it isn’t him.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey. Can I sleep in here?”

  That is the last thing that I was expecting him to say. The last person I expected to see was him. I’d planned to go to him to talk, but he came to me. Progress.

  “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I want to say yes, but I don’t know if I should. After what happened last time, I’m not sure if it’s safe. He pushes past me and goes to the bed, sitting down.

  “Close the door.” He says. I shut it carefully, then I take a seat on the side of him.

  “I’m sorry for everything that’s happened. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. You know that, right?” His tone is soft and full of remorse.

  “Of course I know that. If I thought it was on purpose, Alec, I wouldn’t be here. You do realize that right?”

  “Okay, good.”

  “You realize that it was an accident, right?”

  “What? Yeah. I mean, I guess. I should have known better than to trust myself. I knew that I’d been waking up around you. That should have been the first sign. I should have been more careful. I have to keep my guard up. I can’t hurt you.” He runs his hand over his head and then down through his beard. He smells like citrus, like oranges and lemons. It’s funny, because I normally associate that as a delicate scent. And here is this big, brawny man smelling like a delicate piece of fruit. But it suits him. “In order for this whole thing to work, I need to be honest with you. I’m not ready to share everything yet, because it’s hard to talk about. To anyone, not to just you. It’s difficult to think about, never mind finding the words to explain but I know I need to start somewhere. I need you to know why I’m so fucked up.”

  “Alec, you’re not fucked up.”

  “I am. Friday, I really am. And I need you to know why. If this is going to work we need to be honest. I need to be honest about who I am – about what I am.” He looks down at the ground for a moment, and then looks back up to meet my eyes. His golden eyes are haunted with memories that I can’t begin to imagine. “I killed my mother.”

  The end…for now.

  Author Notes

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  Works by Quell T. Fox

  A TIMELESS TRILOGY

  Broken Promises

  Mended Promises

  THE ROAD TO TRUTH: (PNR RH)

  Finding Friday

  Finding Callan

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