Apparently, Elizabeth knew how to soothe him too. Today, he really needed it.
“My love,” he whispered as she added her hand. The slow stroking on warm flesh in combination with heated mouth was enough to undo every knot in him.
He was home.
She was that sanctuary.
When she squeezed him and ran her teeth down his erection, Callen knew he wasn’t going to last.
He hadn’t touched her in a couple of days, and he certainly hadn’t touched himself. He loved coming home full of need.
“Make me cum,” he begged. “Take the edge off.”
He needed her to so he could give her so much pleasure and be focused only on her.
Elizabeth wanted to do just that.
She wanted to be on her back, watching him above her. Elizabeth wanted to feel him buried in her body, filling all of the achy places with heat, lust, and need.
She worked him harder, and he moaned.
When his body quivered, she roughly squeezed his balls. Callen couldn’t fight that kiss of pain, and she knew it. He erupted.
“Oh, angel! I’m cumming!”
She swallowed him whole and waited for the heat to end. As he poured down her throat, he shook against her.
There was that tremble of relief before he shoved them back into the storm. Callen could handle a couple of rounds, and she was grateful.
Pulling away from her, he gazed down at her as she lay back on their bed. Her hair was spread out, her breasts were lush and full, and that delicious vee between her legs…it called to him on some primitive level.
Mate.
This was his mate.
Then, as quickly as he came, Callen was ready to share all that pleasure with her.
Callen couldn’t wait to run the tip of his tongue over her clit. He wanted her breathless, panting, and writhing beneath him. Only then would he be happy.
It was time to share his love.
Truthfully, there was nothing like her hands buried in his hair as she held on, or the quiver of her legs beside his head as he devoured her. It made him hard all over again just picturing it.
Yeah, he needed this just as much as she did.
He wanted her to cum so many times she was marked forever as his.
Leaning down, he ran his rough fingers over that tight, wet bud. She shook as he stroked her.
Oh, she was ready.
“I’m going to make you forget,” he vowed. “There will only be us and this.”
She wanted that more than she could articulate.
“God! Yes!”
At her words, Callen began.
As he drove her wild with teeth and tongue, she felt the eruption coming within seconds. Callen could always drive her wild with just a few well-placed licks. He knew his way around her body, and he used that to destroy her control.
He ground down on that bud, and she couldn’t stop the tumble into the orgasm.
The need flooded from her, tearing her from the edge and shoving her into the bright array of colors that exploded around her.
Her body bowed.
Her hands clenched in the fabric of their bedding.
“More,” she begged, her body just beginning to feel better. She was addicted to that delicious sensation. It was the one where one of the men she loved worshipped her battered and bruised body.
Callen swirled his tongue around her clit, and he got rougher. Not too much, but enough that she’d know that with each one, he’d work her harder and harder.
He drove her wild. If anything, he knew his woman, and what got her off. As he teased and tormented her clit, she shook.
They made the climb, him doing all of the work so she could just enjoy it.
“Callen!” she gasped as he flicked his tongue over that sensitive bud to give her that rush.
It was the best part of sex.
Callen could do this all day long, and it would never get old. There was something so sexy about watching his wife fall into that pleasure.
To force her into it.
When he held her thighs apart, burying his mouth in that delicious wetness, she came again.
“Callen!” she shouted, and he kept going. He pushed her headlong into the pleasure, forcing her to focus on what he was doing to her body.
Devouring.
Owning.
Claiming.
He tormented her to another release, offering her everything he had in him while healing those vicious wounds in her soul.
He couldn’t stop. Honestly, Callen was addicted to her response.
On her feet, she was dangerous.
On her back…she was lethal to him.
She whispered his name over and over as his mouth destroyed her control. Callen wanted her weak, worn down, and stripped of all cares in the world.
He lifted his head to watch her crest through that pleasure. Her nipples were tight pebbles, and he slid up her body to taste them next.
She moaned and held onto him.
It made him want to do this for hours.
Days.
Weeks.
“More?” he asked, with one of her tight, pebbled nipples between his teeth.
“I can’t handle more,” she whispered.
Oh, he didn’t believe that. She was still speaking, and that meant she could handle more.
Sliding lower, he listened to the quick intake of breath as he found her throbbing clit.
Oh, that made him rock-hard. No one he’d ever bedded down with had ever made him feel this way.
Not Kaya Cheek.
Not Desdemona.
Only her.
His mouth captured her clit again, and with so much harnessed control, he teased it.
He worked it hard, and then switched it up, making sure that she couldn't keep track of his rhythm.
She gasped.
Begged.
Pleaded.
He, instead, used his mouth to show her how much he loved her.
Callen truly worshiped her.
She was the queen of his heart and soul, and she deserved this kind of pleasure. He wanted to be the one who gave it to her. Later, another time, there would be hot, heavy, and fast.
NOW…
There would be ecstasy.
He worked her so hard that her hands were buried in his long brown hair. The pulls from her aroused body turned him on even more.
That kiss of pain, as she controlled his head, was enough to drive him wild.
And he gave what he had.
Callen nipped her, and his wife’s swollen bud couldn’t handle it anymore. She shook and exploded apart as he worked her clit harder than he’d ever done before.
Elizabeth came, begging him to bury himself in her body.
Yeah, they were both ready.
Licking his lips, he slid up her torso until he was lined up perfectly.
Her lips were swollen, her breasts were flushed, and her nipples proved he’d done his job. They were still tightly pebbled.
“Now?” he asked, waiting for her to open her eyes.
When she did, they were filled with more need.
“Please take me.”
Oh, he would.
Slowly, achingly slow, and using all of the control he had left, he slid into her body, filling her until he couldn’t go any further. She was wrapped around his dick like glove, and he’d missed this.
God!
He missed this.
Three days without this was hell.
Once more, her icy blue eyes opened, and he began moving. It was long firm strokes, meant to take her back up that climb until she was further devastated by his body.
His need.
His control.
As he pumped his hips, picking up the pace, she opened for him.
“Oh, Jesus,” he muttered as he worked hard to get her to cum while riding his dick. It wasn’t easy.
He was giving her all he had. When she shoved him off of her, and she ended up on top, he at first held his breath. Was sh
e okay to do this?
Callen didn’t want her to hurt.
Then she began riding him.
Her hair fell around her shoulders, a curl lying across her breast as she bounced.
He was focused on that.
His hands went to her hips, and he watched his slick erection slide home over and over again.
He was captivated.
She rode him, taking them both to the top of the climb. Her body was covered in goose bumps, and his was responding to the slap of her ass against his groin.
Callen moaned as he watched her breasts bounce. He had never seen a more beautiful sight. When he stared at the junction of their bodies, his own gave him away.
He was so close.
“Make me cum,” he begged. “Make me explode buried in your body.”
That’s what she wanted.
She rode and felt his fingers on her swollen sore clit. The second he touched her, she ruptured apart, tightening down on his body, and tearing that last piece of control from him.
They came.
Together.
Callen couldn’t hold on. His siren, even battered and bruised, filled him with that need. He exploded apart in days of pent-up sexual need and fear. The orgasm filled him, draining his body.
As they tumbled, she fell onto him, and he cradled her body against his.
As always, Callen caught her and was holding her in his arms as they recovered.
They were both breathing heavily.
“Uh, too much too soon?” he asked, teasing her ear with his mouth.
“Not possible,” she muttered. “I feel like I worked out and ran ten miles. I like it. That was a better adrenaline high than earlier today.”
He didn’t doubt that.
“Oh, you didn’t like it as much as I liked it,” he teased.
“Callen James, you know how to make a woman very happy,” she said, cuddling against him.
“As I said, your wish was my command.”
“Make food appear. I’m hungry,” she said rubbing his chest like a magic lamp.
It amused him.
Apparently, under the battered body, she was the same silly Elizabeth.
He let her lean against him as he pulled up the blankets to cover them. He could hear someone coming, and knew she was going to get that wish too. If she was hungry, that was a good sign.
She was back.
At the knock, he called for the man to enter the room. They were as decent as they were going to ever be.
“Come on in, Chris,” he stated.
The man peeked his head in to make sure they weren’t in the middle of sex.
“Am I interrupting?” he asked.
“No, we’re done,” he said. While Callen at first thought it would be weird having the man as part of their relationship, it really wasn’t.
He knew they had sex.
They knew he saw her naked.
There was some line there that they knew could never be crossed, and they were fine with it. With each day, they were more and more comfortable with Chris, and it showed.
“I brought her some soup and crackers. I wasn’t sure how much you wanted to eat.”
Oh, a side of beef and a gallon of steak sauce would do it right about now, but she’d take soup.
“I’m starving.”
Chris carried the tray in.
“Ethan is home. He looks like he’s been through the war. Wyler is getting him some food too.”
Chris handed Callen the tray with three large steaming bowls of soup on them, and then he grabbed Callen’s shirt from the floor and helped Elizabeth into it. When he sat, he helped her do up the buttons.
She nuzzled him after he checked her eyes.
Yeah, she was doing much better.
Chris sat across from her, and Callen handed out the bowls of soup.
“Your color is better,” he offered, checking Elizabeth out. “You’re pink again.”
“Oral sex,” she stated as Callen started choking on his soup.
“Really?” Chris teased. “I was so in the dark with what went on in here when you two were alone,” he teased. “For the record, we were all aware because one of the kids came down and said you were wrestling. They apparently heard you. You were winning, Callen.”
She snorted.
He gave her the look.
“Well, you were. You get the medal. That was pretty spectacular. I feel a million times better.”
“I aim to please.”
Yes, yes, he did, and she was grateful for that. The man’s oral skills were pretty damn awesome.
They continued eating. Halfway through their bowls of soup, there were more footsteps, and then Ethan appeared with a bowl of his own soup.
“God. I hope there’s a big, meaty burger in your pocket,” she stated.
He looked down.
“I…”
He changed his mind.
“Nope. I’m not going there about any reference to meat in my pants. That’s an obvious trap.”
She laughed.
It felt good.
These men made her life so much better. Here was her proof. Being at home on the eve of this case was exactly what the doctor ordered. It wasn’t her customary methodology in solving a case, but after today…
She needed it.
Ethan kicked off his shoes and climbed onto their huge bed. They began eating dinner together, like they sometimes did when they were all at home at the same time.
“How are the kids?” she asked.
“Eating pizza. That’s how I bribed them away from you for ten minutes,” he stated. “Once they found out Callen and you were wrestling…”
Callen grinned maniacally. He was more than okay with everyone knowing how much he missed Elizabeth.
“In my defense, I was away…”
They all rolled their eyes. It didn’t take much to get Callen in the mood. He didn’t need a trip to be perpetually horny. It was one of her favorite things about him.
Who was she kidding?
They sat there in silence as they all finished their bowls of soup. When she had gotten some nourishment in her, then, and only then, did Ethan offer up a reward.
“Well, there is something delicious in my pocket,” he said.
Chris raised his hand.
“Oh, this one is mine. Can she put it in her mouth?” he asked, getting a fist bump from Callen.
Ethan found that amusing, even if looking at her battered face hurt his heart. He kept the smile plastered to his face for her sake.
“Perverts,” he said, and then pulled his surprise out for her to have it. “Oh, lookie here. Your favorite Native-y man has a giant chocolate bar.”
She grinned and held out her hand.
“Cheater,” Chris said. “You know she can’t say no to chocolate.”
He was aware.
He handed it over and even received a kiss for it too.
Only, he felt guilty as hell. With that candy bar came bad news, and he knew it. Blackhawk was going to have to tell her about Ivan.
At some point.
Before tomorrow…
Elizabeth tore into it like she hadn’t eaten in a month, only she didn’t bite into it. Instead, she broke it into four equal parts and handed them to each of the men and saving the last one for herself.
“Before, it was uneven when you broke it into three,” she stated. “This is much better.”
Chris couldn’t love her more.
“Yeah, I’m good with it,” Callen stated. “In fact, it feels right. Candy bars should be in quarters instead of thirds.”
Ethan got it.
“I agree. Some of us should give up some candy…”
Callen leaned back, dropped his arm over Elizabeth’s shoulders, and grinned wickedly.
“You don’t say? That’s funny. That wasn’t what she was saying five orgasms ago. I think it’s safe to say that she’s addicted to it. Get over it.”
He laughed.
Elizabeth kn
ew they were trying to make her feel better, and she did. Chris soothed her with truth, Callen with copious amounts of sex, and Ethan with candy.
The day had gotten better.
MUCH better.
“We should talk about tomorrow,” Callen stated. “I know that Ethan has likely already started plotting this out since he’s a control freak, but we all know it comes down to Elizabeth and how she wants to do this.”
They were aware.
Chris savored every square of chocolate. Not because it was the first candy he’d had in weeks, but because of what they’d said.
He was part of this.
Truly part of it.
It was precious.
“First, let’s discuss the top priority,” she stated, popping a square of candy into her mouth.
They waited for her to start talking about tomorrow. Only, she surprised them all—including Chris.
Then again, this was Elizabeth.
“Christopher had an excellent doctor’s appointment,” she stated. “In fact, that’s why I was distracted. He’s doing well, and his numbers were perfect.”
They patted him on the back.
Literally.
“I feel good. Well, minus what happened today. That was shitty, but I held up. I’m going to live a long time. I can feel it.”
And that, in itself, was a blessing to hear.
“Not to point out the obvious,” he said as they were all sitting on the bed, “but we may need a bigger bed,” Callen stated. “I think we need the one that was at the vacation home. That extra three feet would be perfect.”
Ethan agreed.
It was HUGE.
“I can head to my own bed,” Chris offered.
Elizabeth offered him more of her candy. It was a rarity, but she wanted him to be happy. He’d earned it.
“I say stay. I don’t mind. In fact, I like it. Unless you’re uncomfortable. Not everyone wants someone’s dick pressed against their ass all night.”
They ALL stared at her.
“What? You thought I left my bluntness at the White House?” she asked. “Wrong. That didn’t get knocked out of me. I can guaran-damn-tee that.”
Clearly.
Chris shook his head.
“No, I’m good with it. There’s something to be said about being trapped beneath Callen.”
“Said Elizabeth not ten minutes ago,” Callen stated, wiggling his eyebrows at his brother to torment him.
She laughed.
Ethan hit him in the head with a pillow.
“Show off.”
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