Page 73 of Coast to Coast

In a short time, I made new friends who were interested in my life, supported my interests, and genuinely cared for me. Yes, I also had deep bonds with my brother, sister, and Monica, but those relationships were built by blood and years of shared experiences. But something beautiful happens when you’re thousands of miles from what you’d considered home. You bond quickly.

And this man, I couldn’t imagine a time when I wasn’t itching to touch him, aching to feel his arms around me. The constant thrum of arousal, the ache that had formed in my chest, and the flit of butterflies in my stomach were clear signs that Tom had found a way into my heart, and the reaction within my body was much more than pure, physical attraction.

My bedroom had a lounge chair that faced a full-length mirror; I cupped his cheek and pulled his mouth to mine, sucking his bottom lip until his mouth opened, his tongue licking into mine.

God, I loved kissing this man. It had felt like there had been so much build-up before we even touched; it was like we moved right past this stage and jumped right into bed, only to sneak stolen kisses when Crew was distracted.

When Tom reached for the hem of my shirt, I pushed his hands away, breaking the kiss.

“Wait,” I rushed out, pulling his mouth back to mine, relishing the feel of his fade, and tousling the longer hair on top of his head.

I loosened his belt buckle, untucking his button-down shirt before reaching for the button of his jeans, releasing it, and sliding the zipper down. His erection was evident, and my hand trailed over it, teasing him and not giving him the contact he wanted. I left his jeans open, the v low in his belly tempting me. Islowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off one shoulder and then the other, struggling against my desire as my body begged me to move faster.

When his chest was bare in front of me, I broke our kiss and explored the planes of his chest and abs with my hands and mouth. Tom rewarded me with a heavy-lidded gaze and a barely perceptible tremble as my hands skirted his erection before sliding between his boxer briefs and jeans, pushing them down his hips to the floor. I palmed his erection through his last layer of clothing, a small bead of moisture seeping through the material, his breath rushing out as his tongue swept across his lower lip just before he bit into it.

“I’m going to get these off of you, and then you’re going to sit in that chair. Ok?” I asked.

Tom nodded. His Adam’s apple jumped as he swallowed, his thick cock bobbing as I released it from his boxer. I flicked my tongue over his slit before pushing him toward the chair.

“Go, sit.”

He followed my directions, sitting all the way back in the chair. His hands rested on my arms as he drank me in, still fully clothed.

I gestured to the mirror. “Eyes on the mirror,” I said, turning my back to him. Our eyes locked in the reflection as I began to remove my jeans and top. Tom’s eyes wandered as I painstakingly peeled my clothes off, delaying the reveal for as long as possible.

“Callie,” he said my name like a plea. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Emotion made his voice thick, and that tightness in my chest got stronger. I ran my hands over my breasts, watching him swallow when I took my nipples and squeezed them.

“You like watching?”

“I love everything about you, Callie. But right about now, I’m dying to touch.”

“No touching yet, okay? Not until I say so,” I said as I turned towards him and walked back towards the chair where he sat, hands gripping the arms of the chair hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. I loved the power exchange in teasing, the delayed gratification, and Tom’s gaze on me. I had never felt so beautiful or wanted.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, dusting my lips across the inside of his thigh. When his breath hissed out, my body answered with another surge of desire as I ran my hands up his thighs, fuck, he had thick quads. His erection stood up, not at all diminished by the neglect or delay.

Tom moaned as I traced my tongue from the bottom of his thick shaft, wrapping my fist around the base of his cock while I swirled my tongue around his head. He watched as my saliva dripped down, making my hand slide easily up and down as my mouth and tongue worked. His hands left the arms of the chair, one tangling in my hair while the other cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking.

His blue eyes were soft and expressive, at once accepting what I was doing and resisting the urge to thrust into my mouth. All the while, I did everything I could to drive him to lose control.

“Shit, baby. I won’t last much longer,” he begged as I released him with a pop.

I crawled up his chest, trailing his perfect abs and chest with kisses, stopping to capture his mouth with a kiss. His hands once again tangling in my hair, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, fucking it thoroughly. His hand dropped to cup my breast, my body arching into the sensation, seeking more and then tearing away, and once again turning my back to him.

His eyes watched me in the mirror as I straddled his lap, rubbing the length of his cock against my sensitive clit. I bit my lower lip, taking in the image of us together and wishing I could memorize it. I leaned forward, notching him at my entrance, soaked and ready. Our eyes once again made contact in the mirror as I sunk down on him, his hands finding my nipples as I began to ride him. My right hand found my clit as he began to thrust into me from below.

Our moans got louder and more out of control as we fucked, both of us drinking in the sight of how perfectly our bodies moved together.

“Callie, tell me you’re close. Fuck, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard. You’re so hot,” he said as he pulled my back flush up against him, him hitting the spot deep inside me as my orgasm tore through me, his pace quickening and becoming more erratic. I watched his face, completely enraptured by him as he sought his orgasm. I felt my body quicken once more as he released inside me.

We stayed like that, catching our breath and unable to tear our eyes away from each other as we absorbed the mind-blowing sensations and the emotional connection.

“You feel that too?” Tom asked, and I nodded in response, not needing further explanation of his feelings.

Could this be love this soon? I loved his son, there was no doubt there, but even after all the time I had spent with Zander, feeling what I thought was love, it didn’t compare to what I felt for Tom. And I didn’t think it was the explosive sex that made my heart flip.

TOM

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