by Vivian Wood
I blink a few times. “Terminal? Are you sure that Anita didn't just pay the doctor to say that she was really sick? That sounds like something Anita would enjoy.”
Lucas shakes his head. “I’m pretty god damn sure, Callum. I mean, I can tell. Anita really looks sick. She has lost weight, like a lot of weight. She barely eats and sleeps all the time, according to her caretakers. And I have had four doctors come and examine her, for completely separate opinions. They all gave me the same diagnosis. Anita has very little time left.”
His voice breaks on the last word. I look over to him, realizing that my own hatred of Anita hasn't necessarily affected Lucas’s relationship with her. To him, she is still the same woman that cared for him, the woman that used to buy him ice cream sundaes and help him with his homework.
I put down my tumbler of whiskey and reach out across the space between us. Patting his knee awkwardly, I narrow my eyes on his face.
“I’m sorry. I know that she meant a lot to you. Anita wasn't great to me but she always seemed really genuinely fond of you.”
He nods, his expression despondent for a long moment. “Anita did give us a home. But if what you say is true, and I believe you of course, then it was a high price for you to pay. I wish…” He goes quiet for a moment. “I wish I'd known.”
I sit back in my chair, my mouth twisting to one side. “Would that have helped? Or would it have just made things worse for both of us?”
He looks up at me, anger flashing across his expression. “I deserved to know. I lived my entire life thinking that I grew up in a certain kind of setting. And it turns out that I grew up in what amounts to a brothel, essentially. It's not right. It's not the same. And I've been making all these excuses and giving her all this money that she didn't deserve.”
I shrug my shoulders. “What am I supposed to say? I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner but…”
He cuts me off shaking his head violently. “No. I mean, I wish things had been different. I wish that Anita had never… touched you… But I can't be mad at you over something that happened when we were kids. Literally, we were kids.”
He sounds so angry when he says that word, kids. I can't do anything but nod and look at the floor with a bitter expression.
“I know. I know, it sucks.”
“I mean, you didn't ask for it, I'm guessing. Right?” He meets my gaze this time.
My mouth works for a second. I suck in a breath and shake my head. “No.”
I let that word fall between us. He nods, frowning.
I thought not. He exhales audibly. “Anita is on her deathbed. Or nearly there. The doctors say that she has maybe a week, maybe less. Do you want me to tell her anything for you?”
The thought that she is going to be allowed to have her adopted son, her golden child at her side as she dies really cuts me deep. I shake my head violently, grabbing my whiskey and downing the rest of it.
“No. I think that Anita has taken all of the wind out of my sails. I don't want to talk about her anymore. Not today, anyway.”
Lucas hangs his head. “I understand. I did I really do.”
Balancing myself for a second, I grab my glass and stand up. “I’m getting get a refill. Do you need anything?”
Lucas can't even meet my eyes as he shakes her head. “No, I'm good.”
I walk toward the back of the boat, gripping the glass so tightly that I am sure that it will break. In my head, Anita laughs, that same husky deep throated laugh of my teen years. Such a poisoned pill that she gave me.
I shake my head and walk on, my emotions threatening to roil over.
10
Calum wakes me in the middle of the night, pressing himself against my back. I roll over and crack an eye open, giving him a perplexed look.
“Are you okay?”
He kisses me, hard and deep, dominating me. He bites my lower lip and hisses. “I need you, Kaia. Come on.”
Barely awake, I try to kiss him back.
Calum is everywhere all at once, his calloused fingers touching my shoulders and my breasts, his hips pinning mine against the bed. I throw my head back as he traces his lips down the column of my neck to the firm lines of my collarbone.
His hand are impatient as he sits me up and readjusts me on the bed. He cups my cheek for a moment and I turn my head, kissing his hand. He rubs his thumb along my lips.
Then I touch his hand, pushing his thumb into my mouth. I suck on it just a little, maintaining eye contact. His brow arches but he also bites his lower lip.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “You like that, beauty? You want to suck my cock?”
I release his thumb from my mouth and lick my lips. “I want to taste you so badly. I want to make you lose control. The question is, can you handle it?”
Calum looks amused. “I think you’re ready.”
Reaching down between our bodies, I find the hard outline of his cock in his pants. I press my hand against it while I moan. “Give it to me, baby. I want your cock in my mouth.”
He grits his teeth. “Get on your knees if you want it so bad.”
He moves back and I scramble down to the floor. I get on my knees and look up at him, my heart pounding. He smirks as he comes to stand directly in front of me. He’s buck naked and his erection juts out proudly, long and pink and thick.
I lick my lips. I was just talking smack, trying to get my boyfriend excited. But now I want to see what he can handle.
He shifts his hips and runs his hand over his cock, circling it at its base and thrusting. The crown of his cock touches me bottom lip.
“Mmm, beauty,” he utters. “I can’t wait until I fill up your throat with my cum.”
Then he runs his thumb over my mouth again.
I part my lips and run my tongue over the blunt crown of his cock.
He hisses. “Open your mouth, beauty. Stick out your tongue for me.”
Making eye contact with him, I follow his instructions obediently. He fists his cock and guides it to my lips. I kiss his cock gently, making eye contact with him. The last time we did this, looking at him gave me instant feedback and so I stare at him as much as possible.
Tilting my head to the side, I run my tongue against the hot skin of his cock. Calum closes his eyes briefly and exhales softly. He tastes earthy and very male as I keep licking his cock.
He motions for me to place my hand at the base of his cock. “Here. You can put your hand right there. God, fuck!” He closes his eyes oh so briefly. “Yeah, just like that, baby.”
I slowly take his cock into my mouth. I can only take an inch at a time and I watch his facial expressions closely. He bites his lip a lot and struggles to keep his eyes open.
“Fuck. That’s good. Remember to be careful with your teeth. Use your lips to cover them.”
I do just as he says, taking the whole crown in my mouth. His gaze is laser focused on me as I bob up and down on it, taking in a few inches and then more and more of his glorious, earthy tasting cock.
Calum shifts his stance and brings his hands up to rest on the back of my head. He groans a little and then looks down at me.
“God, you are so fucking perfect. Fuck!”
He thrusts once and his thick cock hits the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes watering.
He withdraws immediately. “Sorry.”
I wipe away tears, shaking my head. “You didn’t have to stop.”
He smirks. “I want you to lie on the bed, on your back, your head facing me. Let your head dangle off the bed a little bit.”
My eyebrows lift but I hurry to do as he demands. When I’m in position, he approaches the end of the bed and his cock touches my lips. I raise a hand to fondle his balls and he groans.
“You’re a natural, I swear,” he hisses.
I look up at him and he bites his lip, thrusting into my mouth. For a split second, he slides his cock down my tongue and into the back of my mouth. I tense up, my eyes widening.
His eyes bore into mine. “Fuck, be
auty. You’re so fucking hot. Relax your throat for me, if you can.”
He thrusts again and this time I choke. “God damn. I love watching you while you choke on my fucking cock. Can I start moving?”
I slurp, my saliva already making this a wet, messy affair. Calum certainly doesn’t seem to mind though so I just I nod, my mouth full of his dick.
Calum looks me in the eye and thrusts deep. My eyes start watering. I gag a little, my hands automatically coming up to grip his hips and pull him away.
He grabs one of my hands and thrusts into my throat again. He also grabs at my breast. “Trust me. Trust me, Kaia.”
I drop my hands to my sides and look up at him, tears running down my face.
“God,” he utters, his eyes slipping halfway closed. “Your throat is almost as good as your pussy, beauty. It’s so hot and wet. And when you gag on my cock, it clamps down tighter than anything else…”
He thrusts again, his cock staying in my throat for long enough that I have trouble breathing. I flex with fingers, burying my nails into the sensitive flesh on his hip. My action only seems to spur him on.
“I’m going to come,” he says. “Fuck, Kaia…”
His hips pump a few more times and he jerks, his cock twitching. I feel the salty slither of hot cum in my mouth and throat. It overwhelms my senses and I gag again, but I keep my tongue stuck out and my throat open.
I’m determined to make this memorable for him.
“Fuck, baby,” he says, slowing down. He withdraws from my mouth and I swallow his cum, licking my lips after.
He looks down at me, his eyes full of unnamed emotions. “Do you have any idea how amazing that was? Watching you swallow my cum…”
I smile, still catching my breath. Calum pulls me to my feet, kissing me thoroughly. Then he wraps his arms around me and walks me back toward the bed.
“Fuck,” he mutters again, looking at my breasts. “You look so beautiful right now. You already sucked my cock. Now the rest of your body deserves attention.”
My hard pink nipples beg for his touch, for him to taste them. My whole body tingles in anticipation of his mouth on my skin.
He puts his hands on my breasts, pushing them together, licking and kissing them both. My back bows, thrusting my nipples out and pushing my head back. I feel that familiar connection in my body, between my neck and my breasts, my nipples and my pussy.
I roll my hips against his, my mouth opening to release a soft moan.
I push eagerly onward, rolling my hips again. Calum has what I lack.
“Fuck. I want you. I want your cock,” I gasp. “Don’t make me beg for it.”
He groans, looking at me. “Fuck, beauty. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you,” he grits out. “I need your pussy clamped around my fucking dick. I love the way your pussy spasms around my cock when you come. I need to hear you calling out my name.”
His gaze is direct and scorching. He is a ravenous fire, threatening to burn me alive. And I am the kindling, stacked and ready, welcoming his spark to my dry tinder. We are so very close to combusting.
“I’m ready,” I whisper, writhing against his body. “I’m wet. I’m waiting for you. This pussy is yours, Calum. I am yours for the taking.”
His fingers tremble as he slides his hand down my side. I feel so desired, so wanted. And in return, I need him like I need the next breath I pull into my lungs.
I slip my hands down the strong muscles of his lower back and ass, pulling him against my body again. I push up on my tiptoes to kiss him again.
Our tongues dance for several beats.
He frames my breasts with his touch, then slips one of his hands down my ribs, down my belly, to run his fingers along the cleft of my pussy. I close my eyes and moan as he probes the folds of my pussy.
I hiss, sucking in a breath. I part my legs as much as I can, moaning his name.
“Calum… oh fuck…” I writhe against him.
“Oh, beauty,” he whispers, voice gone to gravel. “Spread your thighs apart and let me look at you. You’re so god damn beautiful that it hurts me sometimes.”
He moves back and I spend my legs wide, eager to feel his touch. I’m so fucking wet right now that I could die.
Dropping my head and moving a couple of inches further back on the bed, I moan as his clever fingers find my clit.
“That’s it,” he coaxes, looking down. He puts a little space between our bodies, urging me onward. “Spread your knees wide for me. Show me how good of a girl you can be.”
Calum puts two fingers in his mouth, then drops those fingers down to massage my clit. It feels so damned good, like I’m stretching and reaching for something explosive that is just outside of my grasp. He looks deep in my eyes and controls me with his touch, so that I’m spread open and wet, my heart pounding.
My hips buck against his touch and he chuckles. “Easy, beauty. Let me do all the work.”
I lean back a little, biting my lip and staring at him like he’s a whole damned meal and I’m starving. He rubs my clit with lazy fingers and I quiver, moaning at the sensation.
Calum gets this little smirk on his lips as he looks at me.
“What?” I ask. The way he’s looking at me, like I’m a priceless object and he’s a cat burglar… it’s definitely making me blush.
His smile widens just bit. His fingers dip from my clit to my core, circling and teasing.
“I’m just watching you. Waiting to see you break apart and unravel. I want to memorize every second of it.” He slides one finger into my core, lighting me up from the inside.
“Ah!” I gasp. “That feels so good, Calum.”
He sinks down to his knees. My thighs tense and my knees start to close, but he tuts at me. “Stop. You know that you want to feel my tongue circling around your clit. Don’t fight it.”
“Fuck,” I groan, gripping the sheets. “Hearing you talk about what you’re going to do to me sets me on fire, Calum.”
Pulling both hands out to push my knees wide again, Calum starts kissing the inside of my thigh, making a clear path to my pussy. I squirm, an aching anticipation for what I know is coming.
I can feel the excitement building, feel myself growing hotter and wetter every second. His nose tickles the inside of my thigh.
I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when he parts my pussy lips with two fingers, blowing delicately on the too-needy flesh he finds there.
My back arches. I feel like I’m already on the edge and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
As he slowly kisses my pussy, I hold my breath and bury my fingers in his hair. When his tongue circles my clit, a moan bursts from my throat.
“Oh god,” I say. “Calum, your tongue feels like magic.”
He sets up a rhythm, licking and sucking, making me as hot as fire. It feels good to rock my hips against his mouth, to whisper yes when he hits the right spot, to throw my head back and let soft sounds leave my throat.
All the while, he keeps leading me down a path, driving me wilder and wilder with desire, until…
I climax suddenly, violently. Choking, I feel the vibrations deep within my body ripple out to my breasts, my collarbone, my legs, my fingertips, my toes. Calum seems to know how to help me ride out my orgasm, slowing but not stopping his tongue as I come.
“Fuck!” I say. “Calum…”
He is already kissing his way up my body. I turn my flushed face up to him, offering him my mouth.
He takes it greedily, his breath tasting deep and earthy and charged. My own exotic taste. I recognize it by now.
His hands are everywhere, sliding from my shoulders down to grab my ass, then back up to my breasts. Although I just orgasmed, already I can feel my body preparing for more.
“How?” I ask.
He drops a kiss to my shoulder. “How what, beauty?”
I grip his shoulders. “How can I possibly want more? I need more, even though I’ve just orgasmed.”
He laughs against my skin
. “That’s because you are perfect for me, beauty. Your body just knows what I want.”
Kissing him desperately, I try encourage him on with my body. I roll my hips against his, grabbing his ass. I cling to his shoulders with one arm as I fumble with his pants with the other, smoothing my fingers down his back to his bare ass.
Calum leans down and kisses me passionately. He pushes me back on the bed more, then takes his cock from my grip and presses the blunt tip against the inside of my thigh. I pull him in with my legs, making him readjust a little until he settles the tip of his length against my slippery core. We both groan in unison as he pushes inside, stretching me out with each inch.
I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. His brow furrows in concentration as he works his length all the way in. We both groan at the sensation of my pussy adjusting to his huge cock; being so snugly fit together feels so fucking right.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You are so god damn tight, Kaia.”
I try to thrust my hips, eager for more. “I swear, if you don’t fuck me right this second, I’m going to die.”
Calum smirks and starts slow, slowly pumping his cock in and out of me. I start to feel ripples of pleasure as he rocks against me, the sound of his cock filling my wet pussy filtering into the room.
Calum takes my breast in one hand, plucking at the nipple. I start to move in time with him, rolling my hips. Little licks of flame start to unfurl themselves deep inside of me, stealing my breath away.
“Ohh,” I moan. Tossing my head back, I meet his cautious thrusts. He’s being careful with me, but I don't want that. “I want… more. Fuck me harder, Calum.”
He looks down at me, a fierce look in his eyes. I’m unsure what I’ve unleashed in him, more beast than man. But at the same time, I am moving closer to the edge. It won’t take much to make me come.
It feels unbelievably good to move my hips in time with each thrust. I focus on that, letting my eyes drift closed, my fingers reaching for my own nipple. Calum groans and pushes my hand aside.
He shifts our positions, creating a little space between our bodies. I hate that, until he slips his hand down between us and finds the cleft of my pussy.