Page 17 of Rivers of Ink
“Me too.” The blue pools twinkled at her.
Without another word, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the corridor that led to the backstage area. He took her glass and dropped it to the floor with a crack as his body trapped her between him and the wall. He ran a finger down her jawline, his eyes boring deeply into hers before his mouth crashed onto hers. His other hand reached for hers, grasping it tightly, his fingernails digging into her skin. Alicia couldn’t help but respond, her body writhing against his as she wound her hand into his hair, pulling him closer to her. His erection was pressing into her as their kisses became more fervent. Callan’s hands slipped under her dress, bunching the material up, his fingers pressing into her hipbones as his mouth slid to the side of her neck, teeth nipping the skin there. Alicia felt herself growing wetter as his fingers slipped up towards her breasts, palms grazing her nipples as they tightened under his touch. Her own hands went between the buttons of his shirt, exploring his abs and he tensed, exhaling loudly.
“Fuck, Alicia, I want you right now,” he groaned. “My place?”
Alicia didn’t need to be asked twice. “I’ll meet you outside in five minutes.” She rushed back to the table, grabbed her bag and coat, and made an excuse to Nell about needing to leave.
“Wait, do you want me to come with you?”
“I’ll be fine.” Alicia threw the words back over her shoulder as she hurried back to the entrance. “Callan’s with me.”
Callan was waiting for her, holding a taxi. They jumped in and the car sped off. The anticipation in Alicia’s body was building. Callan didn’t make any attempt to reach for her, and her fingers itched to touch him. She was pleased that the journey didn’t take too long, she couldn’t wait to get inside. This was getting to be a bit of a habit—one Alicia didn’t think she wanted to break.
They crashed through the door and headed straight for the bedroom. Alicia barely had time to take her coat off before Callan’s lips were on hers again.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he commanded.
She did as he asked and kicked off her shoes. He knelt down in front of her, pushing her dress up over her thighs and moving in between her legs, his shoulders forcing her thighs apart, spreading her open. She moaned when he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder before his mouth went down on her, his tongue circling her clit through the sheer material of her panties. Instinctively, she tried to buck against him, hampered while Callan held her in place, his tongue continuing to stimulate her. He pulled off her knickers and carefully inserted a finger, then a second, manoeuvring it to hit exactly the right spot.
“Jesus, Callan! I’m almost there!”
He smiled against her clit and stopped momentarily, then flexed his finger again.
“Fuck!” Alicia came undone, her body convulsing as the powerful orgasm hit.
Callan released her and sat back on his heels. His gaze ran over her, and Alicia could only imagine how she looked: flushed cheeks, clothes awry, eyes heavy with lust. As she recovered, he stripped off his shirt and Alicia admired his taut muscles covered with designs. Her own gaze dropped to his crotch and saw how his cock was pressing against the buttons of his jeans. Her insides contracted at the thought of him being inside her again. She knelt on the bed, hastily pulling her dress over her head. Her hands went to the catch on her bra.
“Wait.” Callan’s tone was low and husky. “Let me.”
Her hands fell to her sides as she waited for him to free himself; jeans, boxers, and socks ending up in a pool on the floor. Callan slid in behind her, one hand coming round to cup her as the other released her breasts from the confines of the black lacy bra. He tossed the garment onto the floor and pressed up against her. He manipulated her nipples, and Alicia could feel his length, hard and insistent, thrusting against her. The ache between her legs intensified as he pinched on her buds and all she could focus on was trying not to lose it again. She wanted to feel him inside her.
“Callan, please…”
He moved away, and she heard the foil of a condom packet being ripped. Before she had time to draw breath, Callan pushed her onto all fours and slammed into her from behind. The sudden force and the intensity with which he rammed into her took her by surprise, the second orgasm in as many minutes already building as he wrapped an arm around her, holding her close to him. They rocked together, the rhythm growing faster and faster as they headed for the stars. Alicia panted, the sensations consuming her entire being; she was so, so close.
With a guttural growl, Callan tensed, signalling the arrival of his impending release. “Alicia, what the fuck are you doing to me?” he managed as he collapsed against her.
They fell onto the bed, limbs wrapped around each other’s, both breathing heavily as they recovered. Callan adjusted his position, so Alicia was leaning against his chest. As she began to drift off into an orgasm-induced slumber, she couldn’t help but think this hadn’t been a bad decision.
10
The following morning, Callan awoke early. He stretched and encountered Alicia’s sleeping form next to him in the bed. Her dark hair was spread across the pillow, the sheet draped around her naked form, giving him a tantalising glimpse of the swell of her breasts. He felt the corner of his mouth curve up into a smile. This was the part of the last time they had been together that he had missed out on. As he watched her sleep, she gently moaned and stretched. He reached out and ran a finger down her cheek, tracing the outline of her lips. Her eyelids fluttered open and her green eyes sleepily met his gaze.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said. “Sleep well?”
“Mmm, the best.”
“I guess fantastic sex does that every time.”
“Ha, you’re pretty conceited, you know that?”
Callan trailed his fingers across her stomach. “There’s time for round two before I have to go to work…”
Alicia covered her hand with his. “Tempting as that sounds, I have things to do today. My boss gave me the day off, you see, and I don’t want to waste it lying around in bed.” Her eyes teased him. “But we can see what happens later?”
“Who says I’m free tonight?”
“You’re free tonight.” Her mouth curved up into a smile.
