Falling For My Husband (British Billionaires) (5 page)

Our first night together… let’s just say that he and I both got drunk and immediately passed out the moment we saw the bed. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, although at this point, I didn’t want to sit and ponder on the subject.

My nerves were already strung out as it was.

Now, it was our second night together and I was working when I heard him enter. I didn’t even look up as we both said hi to each other. I suppose we had gotten comfortable rather quickly.

“Are you up for a dip in the Jacuzzi?” Callum yelled out somewhere in the room.

Was I? I was working to put together a Fashion Show for Lucia’s mother’s annual charity event. It was in three months time and there was still a lot of work to be done.

But…

Though it was our second night, he hadn’t said anything about my ‘problem’ and I suppose a quick dip in the hot tub would help. I really needed to convince him; not in a sexual way, but more on the argument side of things. After all, how hard was it for a man to just shove his darn thing in and get it over with really? I wanted my damn chastity gone. It seemed like it was the culprit for my unlucky strike in the boyfriend department.

Sliding off the chaise lounge, I strolled towards the closet. “I could possibly join you for a bit.” My upbeat confidence took a nosedive when I saw him walk out of the bathroom donning navy Armani swimwear.
Bugger
.

“Lovely. Do you prefer indoors or outdoors?” Callum asked, confusing me even more.

I bit my lip, trying not to blush from his question. He probably was thinking about the tub, but I sure as hell wasn’t. “Outdoors.”

“What do you fancy? Champagne? Wine? Or are we hitting hard liquor tonight?”

“Hard liquor and champagne, please.”
Moving to the dark side
, my mind butted in.

If he was surprised at my choice of alcohol, the man didn’t even blink twice. Instead, he smiled at me wickedly. “Sounds like my kind of night.”

Something better happen tonight or I was going to die of wonderment and frustration.

It didn’t take me long to change into my black two-piece swimsuit. Walking outside, I grinned at him while he was lounging in the
jacuzzi, both hands stretched out while his head tilted back, stargazing.

“It’s a beautiful, warm night,” I commented as I dipped my toe in the pool of water.

When I cocked my head to the side, Callum had his tongue curled on his bottom lip, slightly biting it as his eyes lingered over my body.

Yeah, think of sex, why don’t you?
I needed this over and done with,
I wickedly mused.

My eyes caught the bottle of champagne and vodka, amongst the others. I went to get both before I finally let myself sink into the water.

“Feel like sharing a shot with me?” I was smiling when I offered the shot to him, however when I saw his face, my confidence immediately declined.

He looked menacing.

Volatile.

Predatory.

“What should we toast?” he asked, sounding like a man out for seduction. “Here’s to us, Stella.” Callum lifted his glass, toasting mine. “May the next coming days
fill
you with an extraordinary experience.” He took care to make emphasis on that word.

Oh yeah, this man was onto something. Hopefully, he was onto me
; on top, preferably.

After two more chilled shots, I was on fire. Well, technically my body was wired… the need to be touched was getting acute as the seconds ticked by.

“Cal…” I licked my lips, thirsty for him. “I’m waiting,” I whispered, heady and intoxicated as much from the alcohol as from the images of our naked bodies touching.

Callum looked like he was debating, but finally managed to give me an answer after a full minute of silence. “We ought to take this slowly.”

That was a good start. “How
slow
is slow, Callum?”

He shrugged, brushing his hair to the side. He was the epitome of sexy, disheveled hotness. “Couple more days?”

That was going to take forever! “You’re not serious? What’s the delay? I could pretty well do it myself! Just pull your boxers down and I’ll do the bloody deed.”

I wasn’t bluffing, either, because I was at the tipping point.

Callum gave me a scathing glare. “All right. I’m a
tad
reluctant; petrified even. I’ve never had a virgin before. As I stated to you last, these things are alien to me.”

He was…
scared?
Hell. “Well, fuck.”

“Oh, don’t be daft! I will do it,” Callum grunted, sipping his drink awhile. “I just need to get used to the idea. We might need to practice or something.”

Any ideas, I was open to try. “Okay…
like how?
” I wondered out loud, dragging the damn question out until the rogue playboy got his wits about himself.

His dark eyes twinkled. “I have to see what I have to tackle here.”

I could do this. This was a piece of cake.

“Sure.” I stood up out of the water and ambled towards him. I took a deep breath then pulled my bottom swimwear down without looking at him. I then sat, splayed my legs wide open to his prying eyes. “Do take your time to investigate, Callum.” When I finally managed to look at him, he was simply drinking more of his brandy, not even glancing towards me.

“Richard will haunt me for this,” Callum muttered before gulping the last of his drink, slamming the glass back down on the side.

Before I knew it, he was in between my legs, staring straight through me, serious as hell. “I have to make sure this is what you want, Stella… your brother—”

I had to cut him off because the last thing I needed was for this night to be plagued with guilt or to be centered around thoughts of my brother. He needed to know that it was more than okay. “I want this, more than anything. I want it done, Cal.
Please
.”

Callum gave me a determined nod and then his thumb touched my parted lips, initiating a slow caress. “Tell me when I’m being too invasive or when it’s painful.”

“Yes.” My breathing caught, willing my body not to succumb to the fluttering in my stomach.

When his thumb finally circled my entrance, Callum suddenly took his thumb out. “Christ, Stella, this hole is tiny.” I felt his thumb apply a light pressure to the outer wall of the entrance, seeking passage. “Am I hurting you?”

Biting my lip, I gave a quick shake of my head. I was nervous, yet out of my mind aroused from the look of wonderment I saw on Callum’s face. Though we were being all technical, I didn’t feel strange at all. Callum touching me intimately felt… right.

“Stella…” he whispered against my ear. “Stop me when it gets to be too much, I mean it.” His finger deepened
; exploring, stroking.

Like hell I would. Not in this lifetime. I loved it far too much to even think of the possibility.

“Don’t stop. You feel good.” My hands clutched against him while my legs were on his sides, drawing him into me. “Callum,” I choked out, needing more. When he bit into my ear lobe, I cried out his name as my hands effortlessly pulled his trunks down, freeing his cock. When I was about to reach out and grab it, Callum moved my hand away.

“Do you want to take this to the bedroom?” Callum murmured, now scrutinizing me.

“Yes, I’d like that.” I was breathless.

I needed more of him. It was insane, but when he untangled himself from me, I felt somehow distraught, saddened.

Shaking myself of the confusing emotions, I took his outstretched hand. In a comfortable silence, we immediately left the jacuzzi and went indoors. The journey seemed to take forever as we ascended the stairs and sought our bedroom. Before, I was brazen, however as the seconds passed, I was becoming nervous. I knew he wasn’t planning on doing it yet, but the thought of him touching me intimately again, merely having him close to me, sent delicious shivers all over my body.

Fuck, I was going to be in big trouble.
Please, please, don’t let me completely fall for him
, I silently begged. Knowing Callum’s record, I didn’t have a chance in hell of surviving if I did. So I had to look at this from a non-romantic vantage point because, if I didn’t, I was on my own. I knew how Callum worked, therefore I had better get it together and enjoy what he was willing to gift me.

As chaotic and riotous as my thoughts were, they immediately drifted off the moment we entered the bedroom chambers.

My body was strung out, alert and ready to be raided.

I was far too ready for this.

Chapter 6

Callum

My eyes raved all over her now naked body on the bed, legs partially parted, indicating that she was a tad shy but yet willing to pull through if I asked her to spread wider.

I wasn’t sure if it was because we were in the bedroom that she seemed so reluctant to open herself to me, because she didn’t seem shy when she was urging me on a less than ten minutes ago.

My initial plan to be indifferent was certainly out of the question now as I watched Stella look at me with questioning eyes—probably wondering why I haven’t moved an inch and take that innocence she’s offering to me.

That’s the thing about me that I knew so well... I don’t fuck slow. I fuck hard and fast. Slow was for love making, which was not part of my agenda. So if I had to go through this ordeal, I might have to go beyond than what I was normally comfortable with, which was another thing that daunted me starting this whole process.

Two days, I said, but how sure was I that I could hold off for that long a time?

Tonight was about her...pleasing her while I tested her body, pushing it further so that it could easily take me when I did finally take her. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with my size, especially for a virgin, because I could easily rip her apart.

Hell it was her first time, so I wanted this experience to be memorable, but most of all, I wanted her to enjoy it too.

“Open your legs for me.” I commanded, still rooted on the spot, eyes not leaving her now spread pussy, glistening with temptation. My dick was begging to be released from its confinement, but
I
wasn’t having any of that. “Touch yourself, Stella.”
I heard her sharp intake of breath.
“Are you toying with me, Cal?” she questioned skeptically. The last thing I wanted was to
toy
as she put it, because th
e
fevered way my body was responding to her was feral. So no, I didn’t want to toy. I wanted to fuck our brains out, but I knew I couldn’t because
this
was Stella.

“No.
.. I am not.” Since my urgings were far more damaging than pleasurable considering her virginal state, I had to be creative. After all, the main goal here was to get Stella well stimulated, energized and...wanting.

When she didn’t do as I asked, I had no choice but to settle next to her and part her legs with no resistance. Her pussy was stirring all kinds of things in my head. With the use of my thumb, I reached out and rubbed the clitoral area, focusing on that little button that seemed to evoke the sexiest moans from her.

“Do you touch yourself, Stella?”
She pressed her lips together before nodding. “Sometimes...”
Still rubbing her clit, I looked into her eyes and not down south. It

was
a fight not to, but I had to play a role here—well, for as long as I could keep it up. “How do you like me touching you now?”

Her breathing hitched. Her rosy buds looked too inviting, but I knew I had to take my time, much to my throbbing dick’s disapproval.

“You feel good, Cal—”

Fuck... “Open your legs further apart, I want to taste you.” What? How the heck did that come about? I was planning to play with her clit, but my mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.

Desire pooled those crystal eyes and I yearned to see the heat burn into her eyes—burning for me.

My trail of thoughts was shocking to me, but I wasn’t going to lie, the thought of taking her virginity kept my blood boiling. The animal in me—the possessive part—rejoiced at the thought of being her first man.

She was pure, untouched and delectable. What more could I ask? I was sure, from here on out, each time I thought of Stella, I would always be transported to the time I took her purity.

Stella splayed into this position was pushing my limits. Her hymen—the tiny skin—was evident from my view.