Calico (25 page)

I am no longer myself. I’m someone else, someone far braver and far more sexually awakened. Coralie Taylor isn’t the kind of girl to masturbate in front of anyone. She’s the kind of girl who makes herself come in the shower, quickly, efficiently, always trying to distance herself from her need for release. The girl I am right now, this strange, deviant person, lightly touches her fingertips to her pussy, moving her index finger over her clit in a slow, lazy circle, just as the beautiful man standing before her has bid her to.
 

Callan sighs, huffing out his breath hard enough that he makes a frustrated, pained sound. “Jesus, Coralie. That’s going to be my tongue soon. You have no idea how good I’m going to make you feel. I’m gonna make you fall apart, and when I do, I’m not going to stop. I’m going to slide myself inside you and fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name. I’m going to fuck you so hard that the past twelve years won’t matter anymore. I’m going to make you come so hard on my dick that you’re never going to want to be without me again.”

As he tells me this, I move my finger in a tighter circle, feeling my clit grow more swollen and sensitive. I’m already shivering, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure strikes me, making the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “Fuck, Callan. This is…this is
crazy
.”

“It’s about to get crazier.” Callan leans in very close and ducks down. He swears as he takes a photograph of my fingers, sliding inside my pussy. “Ah, shit. Fuck this.” He puts the camera down on the kitchen counter, growling under his breath. “I can’t wait any longer. Stop touching yourself, Coralie.”
 

It’s hard to do that, though. I want him so badly. I want to feel him inside me. The slow burn prickling through my body is almost addictive. I continue to stare up at him as I push my fingers inside myself—I know I look defiant right now, daring him to do something about my misbehavior. Callan doesn’t disappoint. He grabs hold of me by the wrist and forces my hand up. My fingers are shiny and glistening; Callan takes one look at them and hums, the vibration coming deep from within his chest.
 

“I’ve been waiting so long for this, bluebird. I’ve woken up in a cold sweat countless times, imagining what you would taste like on my tongue. Show me what I’ve been missing, baby.
Feed me
.”

He doesn’t let go of my hand. Instead he draws it up, closer to his mouth, close enough for me to curl my fingers toward him and rub the pad of my index against his lips. Callan can barely hold back. I can see the strain on his face as I gently insert the tip of my finger into his mouth. He goes to lick me, the point of his tongue darting out past his lips, but I jerk my fingers away, smiling.

“Oh god. Fuck, Coralie. Don’t fucking play with me.”

I give him what he needs. I press my fingers together, letting him have them, and Callan sucks them clean, his body vibrating with lust.
 

“It’s not enough,” he whispers, dragging his teeth across his own lips. “I need more. I’m
always
going to need more.” He moves quickly, grabbing hold of me by the legs again, tugging me closer, and then he’s dipping down, dropping to his knees, hooking my thighs over his shoulders as he buries his tongue into my pussy.
 

I cry out, overwhelmed by the warmth of his mouth and the heat that zips from between my legs, all over my body, making my muscles flex and contract. Callan laves his tongue over me again and again, sending violent shockwaves through my body, so powerful and undeniable that I don’t even know how to react. My arms and legs work without my permission, my fingers winding through his hair, pulling his head into me in the most shameless way as my legs wrap around him, locking him into place.
 

The intensity of my response seems to fuel Callan. He takes hold of my hips and buries his tongue deeper, increasing the speed with which he licks and sucks at my clit. He used to love licking me when we were kids, but he seems to have taken a master class at some point. This level of expertise is something that he learned without me. I’d be sad over that fact, if only I weren’t so delirious in my pleasure. The world feels like it’s simply melting away. Callan grunts, his back arching as he shifts to get a better purchase on me. Two seconds later, he’s pushing one of his fingers inside me, continuing his savage assault on my clit, and I’m screaming, my own back curving so hard it feels like my spine is going to snap at any moment. Using his free hand, Callan presses his palm down against the flat of my lower stomach, massaging his finger inside me in a come here motion, and suddenly everything deepens, intensifies, grows almost unmanageable its force. I’ve never felt like this before. This is different. This is weird and amazing and strange all at once.

A bottomless, bizarre pressure begins to build between my legs. “Callan? Oh…Oh my god.” My legs tighten around his head. Callan glances up at me, half his face obscured. He stops what he’s doing with his mouth for a second and speaks breathlessly.
 

“Don’t worry, bluebird. Just relax. Let go. It’s normal.”

I don’t know how he knows what I’m feeling right now, but it feels far from normal. “I feel like I’m gonna—”

“You’re not gonna pee, I promise you. I’m just gonna make you come properly. You can only do it if you relax, though. You gotta trust me.”

Embarrassment flutters around on the edges of my subconscious, but then Callan purposefully draws the tip of his tongue slowly up and over my clit, giving me the most wicked grin as he does so, and I can’t recognize one emotion from another. It’s almost as if I’m feeling everything in color. The room turns an odd shade of red, tinged with purple as that same, odd sensation building again.
 

“Oh shit. Fuck, Callan. I don’t think…I can’t stop…” And I can’t. I can’t hold back the surge of power that rips through me like electricity. My breath feels like it’s being sucked from my lungs as I scream silently. I can hear Callan swearing somewhere, can feel his fingers still inside me, can feel him fucking me with them as I writhe and thrash about on the kitchen table.
 

“Shit. Shit!” I’m lost in a void. My ears are packed with cotton wool, muffled, while a distant ringing sounds somewhere off in another room. My lips are tingling, prickling almost, as my nerve endings fire and snap ruthlessly all over my body. Eventually my hearing begins to clear.
 

When I open my eyes, Callan’s softly placing kisses against the insides of my thighs. He looks incredibly pleased with himself, and I’m feeling awkwardly wet. I try and clamp my legs together, but Callan pushes them apart again. “Don’t you dare,” he growls. “This is mine.”

Slowly he licks at me, tracing his tongue over my pussy and over the insides of my legs, gently nipping at my skin, making my body jump and twitch. “Is that…normal?” I whisper. My throat feels raw, like I’ve been screaming for hours. Callan sends me a secretive glance up the length of my body. He nods his head.
 

“Only if you’ve had a really good time,” he says. “I’m hoping you did.”

“My face feels numb. I don’t think I can move.”

“Awesome.” He grins as he straightens up, fixing me in a penetrating gaze. “Remember what I said, Coralie. I told you I was going to feel your pussy tighten around my dick now. This is where we find out if you can handle me. Are you ready?”
 

I don’t think my body is equipped to take another orgasm like that, but I must be a glutton for punishment. I find myself nodding. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Callan unbuttons his jeans and kicks out of them, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs underneath. They’re tight enough that I don’t need to use my imagination to figure out what’s going on beneath the taut fabric. “Do you want to suck me, Coralie?” he asks. He squeezes his cock again, shivering slightly as he touches himself.

“Yes. God, yes.”

This is all he needs to hear. He removes his boxers in one urgent movement, freeing his already rock solid cock. It springs free, brushing up against his stomach muscles as he steps around the table. I can’t stop staring at him. When we had sex the other night in his old bedroom, neither one of us was paying attention to the details. We were so frantic, desperate to claim one another again, to feel the other half of ourselves snap back into place, that taking a second to appreciate each other’s bodies wasn’t really an option. Now that I’m laid out, practically naked on the table, I have a second to take in the view, and what a magnificent view it is. Callan is flawless. His broad shoulders lead down to hard muscle that looks like it’s been packed onto his chest and stomach by force. There isn’t an inch of fat on him anywhere. His thighs and buttocks are as toned as the rest of him, and his cock…I cannot tear my eyes away from it.
 

He’s in proportion with the rest of his body, though on the big side. Way bigger than Ben or any of the other guys I’ve slept with over the years. A cold tremor runs over my skin when I think about how he took my virginity with that thing. It had hurt at the time, yes, but I’d been so ready to have him inside me. It had been a perfect pain. A beautiful pain that I cherished at the time.
 

Callan smirks down at me, his hands working deftly to remove my bunched up shirt and bra, freeing my breasts properly now. “Want a picture?” he asks. “I can actually make that happen. I know a guy.”

“No.” I smile, but as soon as I decline the offer, I almost regret it. Callan quirks an eyebrow at me, like he knows exactly what’s going on inside my head.
 

“If you change your mind…”

I yelp as he scoops his hands underneath me and lifts me from the table, placing me carefully on my feet. My skirt, hitched up around my waist until a second ago, is suddenly on the floor, and Callan is crouching down behind me, trailing his tongue over the curve and swell of my behind. His hands are strong, holding me in place, his fingers digging into the flesh of my buttocks as he licks and bites. Heat rushes me as he groans, spreading me open to use his tongue on an area of my body I never even considered having licked. It feels amazing. Totally not what I would ever have imagined. I fall forward, planting my hands on the kitchen table, panting. “Callan, oh shit, Callan, stop. I need you. Please….please…”

“You need me where, bluebird? Here?” He slides a finger inside my pussy, making me suck in a deep breath. “Or
here
.” He removes his finger and slides it back. It’s slick from being inside me, but he still doesn’t push himself inside my ass. He circles with his finger, applying a little pressure, teasing. I never thought that would feel good. It’s never occurred to me that I might actually consider telling him that I want him there. Callan laughs when I simply sigh in response.

“I want you in my mouth,” I whisper. He brushes my hair back off my shoulders, gathering it into his hands. Pressing himself against me from behind, his cock digs into my ass, making me flush all over.
 

“Then you’d better get on your knees for me.” He pulls on my hair a little—nowhere near enough to hurt me. Just enough to show me what
he
wants. I turn around and sink to my knees. When I take him into my mouth, Callan’s grip tightens on my hair. I doubt it’s a conscious thing, but the roughness turns me on. He tastes amazing. His erection feels hard, his skin smooth. I slide him deep into my throat, not caring that I can’t really breathe. Feeling him tense up, go rigid, getting harder and harder as I run my tongue over the head of his cock, is amazing. It’s the most satisfying sensation. Callan tries to stay still—I can tell by the way he lets go of my hair and balls his hands into fists by his sides—but eventually he begins to thrust into my mouth, swearing every time he slides out and then in again.
 

I can sense him losing himself. After the way he just made me come, it feels incredible that I can make him feel like this. I increase my speed, opening my mouth wider, taking him deeper, and then Callan’s moving all of a sudden, pulling his hips back so that I can’t continue.

“Fuck.” He grits his teeth together. “I can’t take any more. You’re gonna make me come.”

“I want to. I want to taste you.”

He shakes his head from side to side, massaging himself in his hand. “That’s not how this works, little bluebird. I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you hard, and I’m going to come inside you. Is that okay with you?”

I’m on birth control. When I lost our baby, I vowed I’d never have to hurt that badly ever again; since then I’ve always made sure I’ve been smart. The idea of Callan coming inside me right now is intense and such a turn on. I nod, biting down on my lower lip. Callan bends and throws me over his shoulder, making me squeal. He carries me through to the living room and places me down on the ground. The furniture is still covered with dustsheets, everything still wrapped up and hidden, as though the memories of the place can be kept at bay so long as nothing is as it once was. Callan holds himself over me, leaning into me so that he can kiss and bite my neck.
 

“When we’re done here, Coralie, you’re going to admit that you want to be with me. Then we’re going to figure this out. I don’t fucking care how. You’ll move to New York, or I’ll move to LA. It doesn’t matter to me. So long as we stop wasting our time and admit that we need to be together. Agreed?”

There are so many roadblocks standing in our way, so much water under the bridge, that saying yes right now seems like it would be a lie. I’m so caught up in him though; I want to believe there’s a way for us to make this work. I need to believe that somehow, after everything, we can find a way to finally be together. Fear races around my head on a relay, but I fight to shut it down. Not here. Not now.
 

“Okay,” I tell him, kissing him lightly on the chest. “Agreed.”

Callan fucks me then. He holds onto me so tightly as he pushes into me for the first time. I’m overcome with the most bittersweet swell of emotion as he presses his forehead against mine, trapping me in his gaze as he makes love to me. I hold onto him like my life depends on it. Gradually, our need for each other takes over. His movements become more and more demanding, his thrusting harder as he drives himself into me.