Page 27 of Run From Me

“I don’t want a gentleman. You ever think of that? I want someone to fuck me. I want to piss off the Vipers with someone who might actually be able to win against them.”

She was nearly in my lap, and I wasn’t stupid. This wasn’t smart. Dangerous even. This car ride was getting me in more trouble. Fuck if I wasn’t enjoying it though. But then her words filtered through.

“No.”

There was no stopping the rumble that came through my chest as she unfastened the button to my jeans. I shifted.

“There is no winning, Calliope. You don’t seem to even know the rules, princess.”

“Rules? There don’t seem to be rules for anyone but me,” she said.

I slid my hand between her thighs because this was all beyond my control now that she was so close. I was fairly certain she wasn’t going to jump from the moving car as her lips made their way down toward my cock.

No. Most certainly she wasn’t fucking jumping out of the car and I was trying my damnedest to keep the car on the road.

I tried to shift my hips as she teased the tip of my cock where it poked out of the top of my jeans, and she slowly slid down the zipper.

“Calliope, you really don’t know what you are playing at.”

I shut my mouth as her lips closed around the thick crown of my length. Her fingers ran along the ridge of my cock, and hell if I wasn’t already hers.

EIGHT

calliope

I’d heardthat if you keep doing the same thing over and over expecting a different outcome, you were insane.

I was insane, but not for that reason. Not anymore. Xander pushed me. He pushed a button inside me, and I didn’t mean the button he was stroking right now. It didn’t hurt though.

I wanted tall, dark, and fucking scary. Tonight at least.

I wanted anything that might piss off the Vipers.

But better yet? I wanted something all to myself, and Xander was my wet dream.

My mouth strained over his thick head as I ran my tongue over him like he was my own personal lollipop.

He shifted and his pants gave way enough that his entire cock sprang free, and I welcomed the feel of more of him. His finger played at my entrance before slipping inside me, and I shifted to give him more access.

I’d be dreaming a very different fantasy tonight. I loved the way he played my body like some kind of instrument only he knew how to strum.

His salty taste was everything I craved as I stroked that little vein along his shaft. My fingers wrapped around him, unable to touch on the other side. His long shaft was smooth, and I ran mytongue the length of him before pulling him back in and circling the velvety tip. He tasted salty and sweet, and I could suddenly understand addiction. I wanted more of him. I wanted more of what he’d given me earlier as I’d taunted him.

I wanted him to push me over that cliff again and again so I could fall and forget the fucked up nightmare I couldn’t seem to escape.

Heat thrummed alive inside me as he pressed a second finger inside my wet pussy, and I couldn’t stop myself from moving my hips, riding those fingers. When in my life had I ever let pleasure in? When in my life had I ever chased my own needs instead of just using my body as a tool?

Never. I’d never spent enough time with a man to make sure I got what I needed, and even those times were so few and far between I didn’t have the experience to know exactly what I’d been missing. Sex had never been fun. I’d never craved it. But him? For some damn reason, he made me crave something I’d only ever read about.

He set a rhythm pumping inside my mouth as I moved my hips against those talented fingers until something, that fantasy of a release, seemed to slither its way along nerve endings I’d never known. The world faded away. I licked and sucked and pumped my hand at the base of his cock where my mouth couldn’t take him all in. I greedily swallowed down whatever pre-come he gave me, and he fucked me with his fingers. A strange blinding pleasure chased every stroke and every pulse. I couldn’t think. This was all instinct. If I let him fuck me with those fingers just a minute more, I knew he’d take me over that beautiful cliff, and, damn, did I want that.

“Come for me, Cali. Let yourself go and come all over my hand.”

His breathing was ragged, but that was all I could really understand as he slid those fingers inside me just right, so thatone moment I was all about his cock, and the next, my screams were muffled against him. My entire world exploded and my pussy was quivery and pulsing around his fingers. I bore down against those fingers, trying to ride every last wave.

I couldn’t breathe. I had to release him to suck in breath after breath.

I released his cock as I hungrily gasped in the air, trying to ground myself back here. But fucking hell, I wanted more of that.

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