by Sam Crescent
“You wouldn’t!”
“Do you want to try me? You’ve never won against me, Callie. Why start now?”
“I hate you.”
“I don’t give a fuck if you hate me. You’re not closing this door.”
She stepped away from it and backed up until the shower door stopped her.
He advanced toward her. He really didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, but he couldn’t control it. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her in close. She didn’t fight him. Even as she put her hands on his chest, she didn’t try to push him away.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tilted her head back, arching her neck. He couldn’t believe how strikingly beautiful she was and he’d never noticed it. He was going to have to find some pictures from high school because the way he treated her, she’d never deserved it. He’d never have dreamed of hurting her if he’d known just how perfect her cunt felt wrapped around his dick.
She really was perfection. He wanted her more than anything.
“What are you doing?”
“What we both want.”
“No.”
“No? You’re telling me your pussy isn’t wet for me right now? You’re not thinking about how good my cock felt sliding in you? I know I want to do it again.”
“You’re going to blackmail me to do it.”
“No, I don’t need to use that method to get what I want. You don’t fool me, Callie.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers. She let out the slightest of moans. So soft, so sweet, so subtle, but he detected it.
This woman could play hard to get all she wanted but it wasn’t the truth. He knew she wanted him and had felt how wet she got. The way her nipples beaded as he kissed down her neck.
“If you need me to bully you to make you do this, then I will. Do you want me to tell you that if you don’t spread your legs for me, I’ll report you? I’ll make sure no one hires you. I’ll destroy your entire fucking life.”
“Stop it.”
He slid his hand down from her waist, inside her sweatpants, and found her sweet center. She was wet, soaking in fact. After pushing two fingers inside her, he drew them back to tease her already sensitive clit.
It had been a long time since he’d wanted a woman this badly. It wasn’t lost on him the one woman he truly wanted was the only one he’d ever really bullied in his life. He was willing to do whatever it took to keep her.
“I will, Callie. If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to make your life a living hell.” He bit her ear, shoving the clothing she still had on out of the way.
He’d only just come, but he craved her again.
She stepped out of her sweatpants and this time, he took his time looking at her. She was bigger than any woman he’d been with.
Drew never knew he could be so addicted to curves. Running his hands all over her body, he loved her thickness. Reaching around, he grabbed her ass, which was more than a handful, drawing her close. He moved her so she was against the wall. He didn’t want to break the shower door.
After sinking to his knees, he grabbed one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to taste you. I want you to come in my mouth. Scream my name as loud as you can. I want to hear it.”
“I … this is…”
“This is what you need to give me so I don’t report you.” He’d keep driving the point home.
She nibbled on her lip and he spread the lips of her pussy. She had a nice swollen clit. Even though she’d come already, she was ready for some more, and that was okay with him because he wanted to eat her pussy.
Pressing his tongue to her clit, he stroked back and forth before going down to her entrance. Some of his cum had already dripped down her leg and even though he had no desire to taste himself, he still wanted to have her on his tongue.
Her musky scent flooded him.
A few strokes and she came hard on his tongue. He gripped her ass and gazed up at her. “Have you never had a man worship this pussy?”
She shook her head, words clearly failing her. He liked being able to make her speechless.
“That’s okay, you’re going to get used to it with me.” He stood up, and his cock was already hard and had been from tasting her alone.
He lifted her, using the wall for leverage.
“I’m too heavy.”
“Shut up,” he said. He found her entrance and lowered her onto his cock so that he could hold her up as he began to work her pussy. Down and up, down and up. He felt her slick heat encompass him, and it was fucking glorious. She was a dream come true. A fire he was desperate for more of. “You’re amazing.”
“Please,” she said.
“You want my cum?”
She moaned.
“You’re going to be mine, Callie. From this day forward, when your duties to Meghan have finished, you’ll come to my bed and you’ll serve me. If you don’t, there will be consequences.”
“Shut up.”
He slammed his lips down on hers, silencing her protest. He was the one in charge, not her. He got to say what he did or not, not her. She belonged to him now and he felt fucking incredible because of it.
Whatever his brother had thought he was doing, he was going to have to thank him for it.
Over and over, he thrust inside her. He didn’t allow himself to come, not until his woman got herself off. She cried his name as she came and each ripple shot up through his dick, setting off his own release. He’d never felt a woman come so powerfully.
He couldn’t believe how easily he’d gotten addicted to Callie and that was what he was.
He didn’t want to let her go. Even as his arms ached from holding her up, he knew he’d found something precious. Now he only hoped he didn’t fuck this up.
****
The following morning, Callie woke up facing the window. This wasn’t her room. She’d tried to leave Drew after the bathroom and a shower, where they’d fucked for a third time.
Three times in one night. For her, that was a record. She’d never been with a man so many times in one week. Her life had been pitiful for a long time.
Of all the men to break her fasting of sex and men, it had to be Drew. Why did it have to be him?
It wasn’t fair. It made no sense to her.
He snuggled in close. She closed her eyes, counted to ten, and opened them again. One of his hands was on her stomach, the other on her tit.
When they got into bed, more like collapsed on it, they hadn’t been in each other’s arms. Now they were.
She liked it.
Even his threats last night.
She didn’t know if he meant them or if they were to just get what he wanted. Part of her didn’t believe he’d tell on her. He had a kid now, and to do something like that, there was no way he could take that back.
“You know, I can hear you thinking,” Drew said.
She stayed frozen.
“I know you’re not asleep. Playing dead is a new thing for you.” He lifted up. “In high school, you never played dead.” He stroked her hair off her face and seeing as there was no point in pretending, she rolled over and looked at him.
“We’re not in high school and we never had sex back then either.”
“I know, what a pity. I think it’s safe to say we’re both losers.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he asked.
“Don’t pretend that we had any kind of friendship in high school.”
“We didn’t, and I’m not going to pretend we do. Believe me, I already learned from my mistake.”
“Is this about Tilly?”
He tensed up. “Don’t even mention her name.”
“Did you love her?”
“Damn it, Callie. We’re grown-ass adults and you think in order for people to be together they need love?”
“I know you left. I heard about your leg injury. My parents told me about it.” Her
parents were currently enjoying a year-long vacation across Europe. For a long time, it was all they wanted to do. The year she decided to come home, they’d left a few days ago to go traveling. It was just her luck. They’d rented out their home to a small family.
She didn’t mind as she’d already rented that apartment until she lived with Drew as his nanny.
“You want to know about my life?”
“I … no, it doesn’t matter.” She shoved his arm away and moved toward the edge of the bed. She didn’t get far.
He banded an arm around her waist and pulled her back.
“Hey!”
“You’re not going anywhere. You started this conversation. The least you can do is finish it.”
“I didn’t mean to start anything.”
“I know but now you will finish it. Simple as that.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
He shrugged as if it wasn’t the worst insult he’d heard. In his profession, it probably wasn’t.
Drew kept an arm around her. “I’m starting to think you’re used to running away, and I’m not going to let you. No, I didn’t love Tilly. If you must know, she was the biggest mistake I ever made. I knew about her reputation. I never once believed she was mine. When she got pregnant with Meghan, as soon as my baby was born, I had her tested to make sure she was mine.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?”
“In the womb, yes, outside of it as a perfectly healthy baby, no. I made sure I protected Meghan. Tilly couldn’t even be bothered to hold her.”
“She couldn’t?”
“Nope. She didn’t touch our little girl. She just, I don’t know, didn’t bother. I took care of Meghan.”
“What about when you went to work?”
“I think Tilly tried, but again, I came home and did everything. It hasn’t been an easy life, if that makes you happy.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“I didn’t touch Tilly for a long time.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“In case you need to know.” He shrugged. “I have no real fucking idea why I’m telling you.” His hand moved from her stomach up to cup her face. “Now that I’ve given some of my past away, why don’t you tell me about yours?”
“What do you want to know?”
“Why didn’t you finish college? I saw your résumé. It’s impressive, but you didn’t finish your first college. You changed schools, an education major, and then you did everything online.”
“You don’t need to know everything about me, Drew.”
“I’m going to be fucking you a lot. I need to know something.”
She hated how his commanding words thrilled her.
She wanted to punch him and deny he’d ever have her again, but she knew in her heart it was a fucking lie. He’d gotten under her skin, and now, she was messed up. “I dropped out because I wouldn’t sleep with a professor.” The words made her cheeks heat. Saying them out loud was utter humiliation.
“What?”
“You heard me. I didn’t want to sleep with my professor. He blackmailed me. He promised if I didn’t do as he asked, he’d report me.” She frowned. “I wonder if you know him.”
“I don’t.”
“Anyway, I didn’t want to sleep with my professor, nor did I want to get into the lies and the reporting him, so I quit. I left without any form of a degree. I worked odd jobs, somehow became a nanny, got the necessary qualifications, and did it the safe, reliable route online.” She shrugged. “That’s why I dropped out.”
“You could have reported him.”
“He was a professor who’d been teaching for twenty, maybe thirty years. He was considered the best man in his field. There was nothing I could do.”
He stroked her cheek, his thumb going back and forth across her lips. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Are you feeling guilty?” she asked. “You pretty much gave me the same ultimatum last night. Now I wonder about it. I believe it was a smoke screen. I doubt you, Drew Gold, will announce that you lowered yourself to fucking the fat girl.”
His grip on her cheek tightened. It wasn’t painful but there was a note of warning in the way he held her.
Her nipples tightened at the grip. Licking her lips, she stared into his eyes. “Maybe you don’t want me to tell the entire town how you love to fuck your nanny?” she asked.
She had no idea where this was coming from. It was almost as if they were teasing each other with foreplay. This was the weirdest kind of initiation to sex she’d ever experienced.
“You’re a fucking drug I can’t seem to get rid of.”
“You’ve only had a few tastes. Maybe you’ll get bored of me.”
“That’s not going to happen, and you know it. You know what’s going on with me.”
“I’ve got an idea.”
He pulled her close and slammed his lips down on hers. She moaned his name as he plundered her lips. She kissed him back with a passion that rivaled his.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she didn’t know if he still threatened her or if they had a silent truce. Either way, he moved between her thighs, and she spread them open, crying out as he settled between them.
She couldn’t get enough of him. The lust drove her to the edge. She was on the brink.
His cock found her entrance once again. She was aching and sore but never too much to take him inside her. To feel him, to want him.
As he thrust inside her, she pushed up, crying out his name as he filled her.
He grabbed her hands, pressing them to the bed above her head. He used her as leverage as he started to plow into her, fucking her harder, going deeper, consuming her. She gasped, taking what he gave and letting him use her body for his own pleasure.
There was no sense to her, only a need to fuck, to be with one another. There was no right or wrong here. She didn’t care that he was attempting to blackmail her. All she cared about was being one with him.
Being fucked by him.
This was all she wanted.
Nothing else.
He stopped as suddenly as he’d started, pulling back so he could touch her clit, bringing her to orgasm. After he’d given her so many last night, she didn’t think it was possible to find release so soon. He proved her wrong again.
He brought her to the edge and shot her into a release that had her screaming before he joined her. This time, Drew didn’t hold anything back. He took her hard and deep, and showed her what it really meant to be fucked by Drew Gold. She truly believed she wasn’t ever going to recover.
Chapter Six
“I have the best ideas,” Callum said, leaning against his office doorframe.
Drew sat back in his chair, completely relaxed, looking at his brother. “Why is that?”
“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what went on this weekend. Dropping Meghan off Sunday morning, I saw the look on your face, not to mention the flush on Callie’s. You two had spent the entire weekend fucking while I slaved away to keep an eye on your little girl.”
“Keep your voice down. Close the door, will you?” He didn’t want the entire office to hear what he and Callie had done.
“What? Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Callum asked, closing the door. “Are you embarrassed?”
“No.”
“Then why can’t I talk about it in public?”
“For a lawyer, you’re so dumb. Callie is still my employee, remember? She’s my nanny.”
“Oh, please. Divorce Tilly, marry Callie. You’ll be expected to screw your wife then.”
“I don’t even want to know why you’re in my office, do I?”
“You do, but I’ve got more important things to talk about. First of all, you’re happy, and that makes me as well. It’s nice to see my baby brother having a good time.”
“I want to kill you right now.” He wasn’t about to tell Callum that he was currently researching Callie’s old college, hoping to pin down the asshole
who’d dared to blackmail her. A guy who did that had … feelings. This with Callie, it wasn’t feelings. Sure, there was lust, but love, hell no.
He’d treated her like crap in high school. He didn’t for a second believe there was going to be anything more between them. That was fucking crazy, of the highest order.
“Kill me all you want, you know I’m right.”
“I don’t know anything.” All he wanted to do was get his work done, for Callum to be out of his office so he could track this guy down.
Don’t think about the reason why you’re doing it, just know you’re wanting to do the right thing.
The right thing is not hunting an old guy down.
“Are you not going to thank me?” he asked. Callum leaned back in his chair, fingers locked behind his head, smirking.
“Why would I thank you?”
“You think I didn’t see the way you looked at Callie every single time she came into this office? Not to mention how you’d watch her ass when she walked away. I’ve seen you with women, Drew, and none of them make you behave like that. You were pretty much drooling.”
“I was not. You’re so fucking full of yourself. You don’t even see what’s right in front of you.”
“What I’m seeing right now is a happy man because he got to screw the woman he’d been living with for four weeks, and he was desperate to be inside her.”
Drew slammed his hand on the desk. “What happened is none of your business, okay?”
Callum frowned. “I thought you’d appreciate having a little something to yourself.”
“What I appreciate is … do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’ve caused now? What you’ve … done?”
“Got you laid.”
“No, you know I used to bully this woman in high school. I used to call her names, pick on her for being bigger.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word fat. No, he wouldn’t do that. Running a hand down his face, he shook his head. He wasn’t going to tell his brother how he’d used bullying tactics to get her into bed. She’d wanted him and he’d wanted her, but it … no, he wasn’t going to go there.