Page 158 of Stolen Voices
I stuff my worry in a box and comfort Callie. We leave the hospital and make our way to Jace’s house, to give Rhys a guitar lesson and to pick up Callie’s shopping bags.
“Oh my gosh, Rhys, that sounds amazing,” Callie gushes, a wide smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes.
I can’t get over how fucking beautiful she is and how she’s mine.
My girlfriend-stealing nephew puffs out his little chest and grins at Callie. “Thanks, Miss Callie. I’ve been practicing every day, like you said.”
I roll my eyes at the little twerp, who’s laying it on thick. Not that I can blame him. My woman is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. She’s jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and she has the voice of a fucking angel.
“Well, it shows. You’re going to be playing a full song in no time. Right, Eli?” Callie lifts an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to praise Rhys.
“Great job, little man.”
“So good, Rhysie. You’re a natural,” Rylann’s mom, Rita, says as she enters the room carrying Sariah. She and Rylann’s dad, Ryan, have been staying with the kids while Jace and Rylann are at the hospital. “It’s time for lunch,mijo. Please say thank you to Miss Callie for the lesson.”
Rhys puts down his guitar and throws his arms around Callie, thanking her before rushing off. His energy is limitless as he bounds down the hall to the kitchen.
Rita invites me and Callie to stay for lunch. We share a look and decline, preferring to grab her shopping bags and head back to Cam’s place for our own private lunch.
We barely make it through the doors before I’m dropping her bags and pouncing on her. Callie wraps her jean-clad legs around my waist as I press her against the wall, kissing her hard and deep. Our tongues lash and twist as we grapple with each other, desperate to get closer.
“Fuck, is it possible to miss you when I haven’t spent a minute away from you?” I murmur against her neck as I suck at the tender flesh. My cock jerks in my jeans, begging to get back inside its new home.
Callie moans and grinds her pussy over my already hard cock. With one hand, she digs her fingers into my shoulder as she undoes the buttons on my shirt with the other. “I missed your cock inside me. Does that count?”
I groan in pain when my dick pushes against my zipper, getting impossibly harder. “Fuck yes, it counts. I love it when you read my mind.”
“I need you now, Elijiah.” Grabbing my hair, she brings my lips back to hers in a fiery kiss.
Mouths locked, I carry Callie to the bedroom. The entire way, I grope her ass and glide her over the steel rod in my pants, teasing her clit. I’m rewarded with moans of pleasure and resounding yeses.
Placing her feet on the floor, I rip my mouth away and step back. Callie stares up at me, waiting for directions like my good little princess.
“Strip, Calliope.” My voice drips with authority.
Callie’s eyes flutter, and her knees wobble at my order. Complying, she pulls the crop hoodie she’s wearing over her head and throws it to the side, then kicks off her shoes and shoves her jeans down her legs to step out of them.
My mouth waters as I gobble up the sight of her perfect tits and pussy covered in simple white lace. Her nipples poke through the fabric, begging for attention. Callie reaches one hand behind and unfastens the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Hooking her thumbs over the fabric at her hips, she shimmies her thong down her thighs and bites that pouty lip of hers.
“So fucking sexy.”
Callie’s cheeks blush at the compliment.
Shoving my half-buttoned shirt over my shoulders, I drop it to the ground and as quickly as I can remove the rest of my clothing. My cock juts out, hard and proud, pointing at Callie. I fist my shaft and stroke. “How would my princess like me to please her today? With my mouth, my fingers, or my cock?”
Callies whimpers and her thighs clench, searching for the friction she needs to ease the ache between her legs. “I always want everything with you.”
“Good answer.” Grabbing Callie’s hand, I lead her to the standing mirror in the room’s corner and situate her hands on either side of the frame. “Hold on tight and spread your legs for me.”
Callie’s eyes follow me as I skim my fingers over her shoulders and her chest. I pinch her nipples and glide my fingertips down the sides of her torso and stomach until I reach her pussy, then change direction and skim them down the backs of her thighs. She’s the perfect height for what I have planned.
“Elijiah, please.”
The raspy moan of my name sends a shot of blood straight to my dick. Her impatience has me throbbing. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m going to take care of you.”
My cock bobs, slapping my lower abs as I sit down and slide between Callie’s legs. With my back against the mirror, I position my mouth over her glistening cunt. I bite the sensitive skin above her bare pussy and grip her ass cheeks in my palms. Callie curses under her breath at the small nip of pain.
“Keep your eyes on your face and watch yourself come. Close your eyes, and I stop and start over. How fast you come is up to you, baby. Got it?”
