I can’t take him all in, he’s just too big for that, so I use my hand to grip the base of his cock and move it up and down, my motions working in tandem with my mouth.
“Ah, fuck,” he grunts, gripping a handful of my hair and holding me in place. “Suck harder, Callie,” he orders with a growl.
I do as he asks, reveling in his moan of appreciation.
“Fuck, so good,” he says, panting, making me feel powerful and in control. He reaches down with his free hand and cups one of my breasts, rubbing one of his calloused thumbs over a taut nipple, making me gasp around him.
He pulls back with a curse, sliding his length out of my mouth before pushing me backward. Following me down, he presses the weight of his hot hard cock against my already slick folds.
His mouth takes mine in a searing kiss before pulling away.
“You sure?” he asks.
“If you stop now, I’ll kill you,” I manage to say between gritted teeth as he flips us over, reversing our positions so I’m on top.
“She threatens to kill me and yet calls me Bundy,” he mutters, more to himself than me.
“Shit, condom,” he spits out, with a whole string of curse words as I sit up and find my pussy directly over his cock. We both freeze for a second before I unconsciously start to grind down on him.
It doesn’t take long for him to become soaked with a combination of my juices and his pre-cum, making it so much easier to glide backward and forward over his hardness.
“Callie,” he grits out, gaining my attention.
“Right, condom, hold on.” I reluctantly climb from his body and hustle to the connected bathroom where I have a basket filled with goodies I still need to test out and review. Now seems like the perfect time. I snag a handful of condoms and sprint back to the bedroom, my footsteps faltering when I see him watching me, stroking himself slowly up and down. I feel myself zone out staring at his cock in a dick trance as I try to figure out if that is actually going to fit inside me. Judging from its length and girth, it's just a touch smaller than the womb raider dildo I still haven’t tried.
“If you don’t stop looking at it like that, this is going to be over before it's even begun.”
“I’m thinking of switching out the nickname Bundy for Vlad the Impaler. I’m pretty sure that's how it's going to feel being skewered on that thing.”
He throws his head back and laughs, making me want to lick a path up the column of his throat in a possessive I-licked-it-so-it's-mine gesture.
“How about you sit your pretty pussy on my face and call me Dahmer while I eat you?”
“Next time. I’m no doctor but I’m positive if I don’t feel you inside me in the next thirty seconds, I might die. Of course, I might not survive the impaling but there are worse ways to go,” I muse, making him chuckle as I climb onto the bed and straddle his thighs once more.
“So, I have a bunch of neon-colored condoms that need testing. Any color preference?” I ask as I pool the pile of condoms on the bed by his hip.
“I don’t give a fuck what color you use as long as I get to slide inside your pussy.”
I smile at him and grab the first one I touch, ripping the corner of the foil open with my teeth before sliding it down his throbbing cock. He hisses when my hands make contact with him, but I focus on my task, noticing that these condoms are not really designed for a dick this size.
“Neon green?” Blake questions with a frown. “My cock looks like it's exceeded its use-by date. How the fuck is that attractive?” he asks with a huff, looking down and making me giggle. “Holy fuck my dick looks radioactive,” he blurts out, making me laugh out loud as I position myself over him.
“At least it makes him easy to find,” I tease, gliding the head of his cock over my folds again, coating him with my juices.
“Callie, I’m pretty sure this thing could help land a fucking airplane.”
“Hmmm,” I agree distractedly as I continue to slide backward and forward over his hard length.
Finally reaching his limit, he reaches between us with one hand and lifts me with the other, lodging the head of his cock at my entrance.
Using one hand on my hip to steady me, he slides the other one between us, moving his fingers down until he finds my clit. Using my own juices, he swirls his finger around it, flicking it and teasing me as my arousal coats his now neon green dick.
“Ride me, baby.” His words are a husky whisper that turn me on even more, if that's possible.
I don’t ease into it or take my time, I just slide him all the way home in one glide until he bottoms out inside me, leaving us both gasping in surprise.
“Fuck, so full,” I manage to choke out as I give myself a moment to adjust to his full length being sheathed inside me.
I swivel my hips, testing the feeling, sucking in a sharp breath as the sensations wash over me. Oh my.
Everything I thought I knew was wrong. Nothing, not even the invader, can compare to the thick hot shaft currently stretching me to my limits.
“Move, baby.” His voice sounds strangled like he’s in pain, so I do as he asks, sliding him oh so deliciously slowly out of me all the way to the tip before gliding all the way down. I grind on him for a second before repeating my actions over and over until we are both mindless with need, but I don't let my movements falter as I look down and watch him disappear inside me.
“Never seen anything hotter in my life than my cock disappearing inside you.” Blake echoes my thoughts, his rough voice spurring me on further.
I lift my head, my eyes connecting with his. That's the exact moment he loses control, sliding me onto my hands and knees while he rolls into position behind me and guides himself back inside me.
Gone are the unhurried movements from before as Blake hammers into me with enough force to bang my bed against the wall. I feel my orgasm building, twisting and coiling, pulling at me until I’m helpless to hold back any longer. With a scream, I throw my head back and come so hard, everything goes black for a moment. I hear him roar as he pushes in deep and explodes inside me.
We both collapse, him bracing his weight over me, both of us breathing heavy.
“That. Was. Awesome,” I say breathlessly with a goofy grin on my face, making him chuckle.
“I’m glad you think so, baby, because I plan to do that again and again and again,” he whispers in my ear before rolling off me.
“I need to get rid of this condom, I’ll be—fuck!”
I open my eyes and roll to face him, trailing my eyes down to where he’s staring and see a surprisingly still hard cock. A cock that is green from root to—
“Shit,” I groan. The tip is definitely not green. The tip is a nice healthy-looking pink where it's escaped its lurid neon confines to dump a load of swimmers into my fertile womb. “Well, that's getting a one-star review,” I tell him before burying my head in the pillow.
Chapter Twelve
Blake
I stare through the window at the woman who consumes my thoughts, watching with a smile as she throws her head back and laughs at something Marcus says to her.
Since she first let me inside her three weeks ago, it has become impossible to keep my hands to myself. But while she willingly gave her body over to me, she held a part of herself back.
I was being a hypocritical asshole. There were parts of me closed off that I would never allow her access to, but knowing I was being unfair didn't stop me from wanting her to allow me inside her heart.
Marcus holds the door to the office open for her. The minute she comes inside, Kellen takes her bags from her hands before she spots me and her whole face lights up. Jesus what this woman does to me.
“Hey, Bundy,” she calls as she walks my way. As soon as she’s in reach, I wrap my arm around her and pull her until she collides with my chest. She lets out a little squeak which turns to a moan as I cover her mouth with mine.
Ignoring the guys teasing and my own turbulent thoughts, I unapologetically kiss her stupid,
before pulling away and reveling in the glazed look on her face.
“Hi,” I finally answer, making her smile.
She huffs. “You always have to go one better, don't you?”
I wink and turn her toward the offices, nudging her in that direction, keeping my eyes on her ass as we follow the smell of Chinese food to the break room.
“Hey, assholes, save some for me,” I grumble when I see the guys fall upon the bags of food like starving animals.
“You snooze you lose, boss,” Arlo announces as he sits on a chair with a plate laden with noodles and crispy chicken.
“I was thanking my girl, which none of you assholes have done yet,” I point out. I realize my mistake as Marcus turns around with an evil grin and plants a kiss on a stunned Callie.
“Thank you, Callie,” he tells her, moving out of arm's reach before I knock him out. Unfortunately, while my attention is on him, Felix manages to plant one on her too.
“Keep your lips off my girl,” I bellow, making everyone laugh, including Callie, but I’m serious. Nobody gets to taste her but me.
I turn to glare at her. “Oh, you think this is funny, huh?” I ask, watching her eyes widen as she backs away from me.
“Hey, it's not my fault,” she yells, still laughing as I lunge for her.
The little shit runs and hides behind Kellen, who smirks at me.
“I didn’t get to say thank you yet,” he announces, so I punch the big fucker in the stomach. He moves away wheezing and laughing at the same time.
Laugh it up, asshole, you won’t find it so amusing when I rip your dick off.
“You didn’t have to hit him,” Callie scolds, but I ignore her, picking her up instead and sitting with her in my lap. I band my arms tightly around her and run my nose up and down her neck, smiling as my breath skates across her skin, making her shiver.
“Thanks for bringing us lunch, Callie,” I whisper into her ear, making her squirm. I grip her hips and hold her still as my dick begins to harden beneath her.
“You’re welcome. I was heading to the post office anyway. I had a new box of stuff to collect.”
“Hmm… anything interesting?” I ask, my hands sliding over her belly, a surprising pang residing in me.
Callie had gotten her period a week ago after the broken condom fiasco. I had expected to feel relieved, and to be fair I was, mostly. There was just this small part of me that kept picturing what it would be like to have a little girl with honey-blonde hair and eyes the color of pennies.
“Well, I haven't gone through the whole thing yet but there are a few products in there that look promising,” she whispers quietly so nobody but me hears her.
“Here you go,” Marcus interrupts, stopping me from questioning her further when he holds out plates for us both.
“Thanks,” she tells him with a smile.
“So, not that I’m complaining, but what did we do to deserve this?” Kellen asks, tearing into an egg roll.
“Honestly? I just really wanted Chinese food, but I like a little bit of everything. I can’t eat that much food by myself, so I thought why not share it with my very own calendar boys?”
I poke her in the ribs for that, making her laugh. She doesn’t need to be ogling anyone but me.
“Well, you can bring us food anytime you like, C. In fact, I’ll even take my shirt off next time, so you get the full calendar effect.” Noah winks at her from the end of the table.
“If you take your shirt off, I’ll cut your brake cables,” I tell him in a calm voice, making the fucker laugh, but I’m not joking.
“All right, boys, play nicely. How’s Aiden doing guarding the rich and fancy?” she asks around a mouthful of lo mein.
“He’s fine, says to say hey to you,” Kellen answers, not wanting to fill Callie in on the trouble Aiden’s been having. Not that we can really talk about an active case with her.
“Aw, tell him I said hey back. Oh, that reminds me, I’m supposed to be having dinner tonight with Emerson and her husband. Want to go with me?” she asks me over her shoulder.
I like Emerson and Grant. They are good people. “Sure, sounds good. What time?”
“I have to be there at six thirty, but I can always drive, and you can meet me there when you finish.”
“That will work. Marcus and I are giving a talk over at the shelter in Darlington. I can come straight from there.”
Her body goes rock-solid on mine, making me frown at her. What the fuck?
“Callie? You okay?”
She coughs a little and takes a sip of water from the bottle on the table before nodding. “Yeah, sorry, it just went down the wrong way.”
I take her plate from her and slide it onto the table before lifting her and dragging her down the hall to my office, closing the door behind me.
“Talk to me, Callie,” I tell her firmly as she wanders over to the window.
“There’s nothing to say.”
“Callie,” I start but she throws her hands up in exasperation.
“What do you want from me, Blake? Want me to admit that I’m acutely aware of the amenities the shelter in Darlington offers because I stayed there once before?”
“I didn’t know that, but baby, there is no shame in it. It means your mother was finally strong enough to seek help,” I say softly, wondering if she might actually open up to me.
“Don’t,” she snaps as I edge closer to her.
“Callie, you should talk to someone. If you can’t talk to me, maybe someone from Darlington can help,” I offer, even though I’d rather she felt comfortable enough to confide in me.
She cuts me off with a snort of disbelief. “Why? They didn’t believe me before, why would they believe me now?”
I take another slow step toward her, sensing we are heading into dangerous territory.
“What didn’t they believe, Callie?” I ask carefully, trying to keep her calm.
“When I told them about my father. They looked at me with pity, much like you’re doing now but nothing I said or did could convince them that I was the one telling the truth.”
“Callie.” I don’t say anything more, feeling way out of my depth here. Her father pleaded guilty, he admitted in open court what he did to her. She doesn’t need to protect him anymore.
“Forget it, I have to go. Don’t worry about dinner tonight. I think I’d like a little space.” She moves to step around me, but I grab her arm gently.
“Let me in, talk to me,” I urge. If she would just get it all out, maybe she would finally see the truth.
“Why? You hear my words, but you’re not really listening.” She pulls free, and I let her go, knowing keeping her here will only upset her further.
“I hate that you’re holding back from me,” I tell her foolishly, but I’m frustrated by my inability to help her.
She turns her angry glare to my desk for a moment before stomping forward and snatching up a photo of my old army teammates and me.
It's a candid shot taken back before I was discharged and started Price Security. Back before I came home. Back before they all died and left me alone to deal with the grief and guilt at walking away while they came home in wooden boxes.
“I’m not the only one holding back, Blake, so instead of trying to fix me, why don’t you work on your own bullshit,” she snaps, pressing the photo into my chest before turning and heading back toward the door.
“It's not the same thing, Callie,” I protest with gritted teeth.
“Did someone die? Do you feel guilty that you couldn’t save them? Do you question every decision you made and wonder if you had just done something more that they might still be here now?” she shouts, as she swipes angrily at the tear that runs down her cheek.
I can’t speak, so I offer her a small jerky nod. The wound is still too raw for me to talk about. It might have scabbed over a little, but it never heals completely. It's a constant reminder of what I lost, of how much I bled agonizing over what I can’t change.
“Then it’s exactly the same fucking thing,” she bites out with less anger but there is so much pain in her voice. “I have to go,” she mumbles, then she's out the door and gone before I even have time to process everything.
“God-fucking-damn it.” With the photo gripped tightly in one hand I sweep the other across my desk, sending letters and files tumbling to the floor. I’m so fucking pissed. I’m angry at her for shutting down, angry at myself for being a fucking dick, and angry at them for fucking dying. I need to—
“Blake?” I turn at the sound of Marcus’s voice and drop into my chair with a sigh, my anger draining out of me as exhaustion washes over me instead.
“I fucked up. Again.” I keep fucking up. Placing the photo down on the now-empty desk, I bang my head against the wood and try to knock some sense into myself. I lift my head when I hear Marcus close the door. He turns to focus on me, waiting for me to explain.
“I don’t know how to fix this. She’s in denial about what her father did to her. She’s broken off all communication with her mother—I just, what do I do?”
I stare at my friend as he watches me, waiting for his words of wisdom.
“Nothing,” he answers with a shrug, making me frown.
“What? I can’t do nothing, she needs help,” I snap at him.
“Does she, though? What I see is a happy, sassy, beautiful woman who isn’t scared to be around men. Does she have nightmares? Intimacy issues?” he asks me bluntly.
“No,” I answer, thinking about it. “Nothing while I’ve been with her, at least.” Even with the creepy waiter at the restaurant on our first date, she seemed uncomfortable but not scared.
“Then why are you forcing this? It isn’t yours to fix, Blake. If and when she’s ready, you’ll be there for her, we all will, but that’s her call to make. If you force her hand, you’ll force her away.”
“Fuck. I get what you’re saying, Marcus, but I know you spotted her reaction out there when I mentioned Darlington.”
“Yeah, she froze for like a second, before you drew attention to it and dragged her away.”
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