Mason grumbles, “Christ,” as his footsteps disappear back down the hall.
Callie falls forward, her head pushed up against the glass as I slam into her harder, faster. One, two, three times. The fire in my lower back travels through my balls and out of my cock, pushing me over the edge. I come hard, filling Callie to the brim with my cum until it drips down her thighs.
“Oh god,” Callie pants.
I rain kisses over her back and neck before pulling my cock out of its home and spinning her around to slam my mouth to hers in a passionate kiss. It’s wet and dirty, just like our fucking.
She lifts her leg, cradling my hip. With two fingers, I gather the cum between her legs and shove it back inside her. Callie moans in my mouth, and her pussy flutters around my fingers. I break our kiss and pull my fingers out of her cunt when my dick returns to life. Pressing my forehead to hers, I try to catch my breath.
My phone rings again.
“What the fuck?” I grumble as Callie drops her leg, placing her foot on the ground, and takes a wobbly step back. I catch her waist and steady her. “Careful there, princess.”
Callie laughs awkwardly, and her face is beet red. “You should probably see what your brother needs.”
I shake my head. “It can wait.”
My phone rings again.
“Go. I’m going to get cleaned up, and I’ll be right out.”
I push her hair off her face and press one last kiss to her luscious pink lips. “Hurry.”
A love-drunk smile spreads across her face as she cups my cheek in her small palm. “Yes, Sir.”
My eyes follow her perfectly pert ass as she struts to the bathroom. When I hear the water running, I put on some clothes, grab my phone without looking at it, and head to the living room to yell at my brother for the interruption.
thirty-four
Callie
Mybodyswaystothe melody playing in my head as I pick up Eli’s discarded dress shirt off the floor. His masculine scent envelops me as I put in on and match it with a pair of leggings.
I could float away from the effervescent happiness bubbling inside me. My eyes catch the mirror in the corner, and my cheeks heat at the dirty memories it summons.
Goosebumps cover my skin, and my lips tingle. I’ll never forget how Eli stared at me with adoration and love as he demanded I take his cock, possessively fucking me from behind as we watched each other come undone.
Being with Eli is transcendent. I can’t get over how his domineering tone in the bedroom borders on devotion as he pleasures me. It’s a beautiful mix that comes together in a passionate explosion. He has utterly ruined me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Eli’s frustrated voice grabs my attention, pulling me out of the bedroom, and I rush to him. He’s standing in the kitchen, tugging at his hair, while Mason sits on a stool in front of him at the counter as he types away on his computer.
Alarm bells sound in my head at the dark cloud filling the room.
Eli’s eyes latch onto mine, a hurricane of emotions flashing across his face—love, anger, fear. I dart across the kitchen and into his waiting arms, wrapping mine around his thick torso as I bury my face in his warm chest. He snakes his arms around my waist like he’s afraid to let go and pulls me tight to his body.
“Is everything okay?” I mumble into his chest.
“Not really, Cal.” Eli presses his lips to the top of my head.
I drop my arms and step back, but Eli refuses to put space between us. He lifts me onto the counter, cups my cheeks, and kisses me sweetly on the lips. It’s chaste but no less passionate, and my heart does a double flip in my chest at the intensity.
Mason clears his throat, breaking me and Eli apart. It’s easy for the world to melt away when the man between my legs is kissing me.
I can’t help blushing as I turn to Mason. “Hi, Mason.”
“Hi, Callie.” Mason shoves his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he looks up from his computer, and the tips of his ears turn pink. “Sorry for, uh, barging in earlier.”
“Oh my god.” I cover my face with my hands. My pits sweat as embarrassment burns through me. “Earth, swallow me now.”