Page 24 of Fight

Our eyes meet and he grins. “So fucking sweet.” Callahan flattens his tongue and licks up the center while staring into my eyes. His hips rock against the bench cabinet as he devours me, and I’m in awe—but I want more. “Tell me you have a condom.”

No response.

“Fuck me, Cal… Please?”

He glances up and shakes his head. “I’m not done eating.”

I sink a hand into his hair and relax back into the bench, tilting my head to the side and admiring how attractive he is as he brings me more pleasure than I’ve ever known. His fingers enter me again, and a foreign feeling grows in my core. It feels so good, but it’s not fully gratifying. I grip his hair as the sensation builds and builds.Is this…

His lips lock onto my clit, and he sucks.

“Holy fuck. Cal… Cal!” White light explodes behind my eyes, and I’m helpless as I surrender to the euphoria.

I did it.

I came.

“That’s it, baby, that’s so good. Damn, you’re sexy when you come.”

It’s the first time a man has made me come. I’m speechless.

He leans to the side and fishes his wallet from his back pocket, revealing a condom.

A smug smile grows on his lips, and I cup his chin and swipe the pad of my thumb over his scruff, clearing some of the wetness I left behind. He pulls my thumb into his mouth and sucks. The only thing I want in this entire world is to be filled up by Callahan Woods and fucked into oblivion.

He stands and shoves his boxer briefs down. His cock is thick and heavy, even in his large palm as he rolls the condom on. While sweeping the remaining snack wrappers onto the floor, he commands me to “Lay back.”

I swallow and situate myself with my back on the fuzzy blanket.Finally.He braces one knee between me and the back of the bench and keeps his other foot planted on the floor. The bench is too shallow for anything more. His tip presses into me, and I stretch around his girth. “Oh my god… oh my god,” I murmur, clasping his shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He meets my gaze and lifts his chin. “Relax, Scottie.”

I slowly inhale, forcing my muscles to slacken despite their objection. It’s the most delicious pain. I shouldn’t want more, but I do. I want all of him.

His voice is coaxing. “Eyes on me.”

Cal withdraws and I exhale.Why did he stop?I prop up on my elbows, but any words of protest die in my throat when he spits on my entrance. “You have such a pretty pussy.” He rubs the saliva around, pushing his thumb inside and stretching me before lining himself up. This time, the pain softens when he inches deeper. My body settles around him, and I relax onto the bench.

He smirks. “That’s my girl.”

With winded breaths, I soak up the sensation of fullness. His hand drifts up my stomach, traveling between my breasts. My nipples pebble under his touch. Gradually, his hips rock, and I feeleverything. The blanket slides easily on the vinyl-covered bench, and I brace my arms against the cabinet behind me for resistance. “Cal… this is…”

“I know, baby,” he pants, in understanding. “Me too.”

I’m in over my head. It’s so much all at once. I expected the physical sex being better, sure. I’ve visited websites that show people enjoying themselves with their partner. However, nothing could have prepared me for the emotional repercussions.The connection.The barrage of too-intense feelings that hit all at once. I don’t know what to do with it. Passion is a powerful drug.

The attraction between us is undeniable, and this is a monumental step for me. My eyes brim with tears, so I pull him down until our chests touch. I lock my arms around his neck so he can’t see the emotion rolling down my cheeks. It’s happiness and joy and freedom. He wouldn’t understand.

I stealthily swipe at my face and blow out a breath, gathering my composure. Then I kiss him with all that I have. His strokes become more aggressive and frantic. It’s incredible. He readily accepts every whimper and sinks his teeth into my bottom lip.Fuck.I bury my fingernails into the flesh of his shoulders and scratch down his back. His growl is animalistic, and I can’t tell if I’m the rabbit or the fox.

“Goddamn, Scottie.”

Callahan is generous and demanding at the same time. He pulls out and stands, taking me with him. My mind swirls with the heady need for more. The man drops into the reclined gurney in the center of the ambulance. He turns me away from him, then guides me to walk backward. I widen my stance to straddle his thighs, and he wraps an arm around mywaist, aligning my opening with the head of his cock. “Can I call you a good girl when you’re being my good girl?”

I suck in a breath, and nod.Mercy.Directing me lower, he notches his crown inside me. The arm around my middle tethers me to his chest. He spits into his free hand, then slaps it against my clit, sending a burst of need through me.

“Ah!”

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now take it all.” I’m slammed down on top of him, and my eyes roll back. He slides his hands under my thighs and settles my legs to sit outside his. He spreads his wider, putting me on display for anyone walking past the windowed doors. The risk of exposure enhances every sensation. His palm covers mine, and he positions it just above my pelvis, then presses deep. I feel the faint outline of his length, and my head falls back to rest on his shoulder. It’s so hot. “Feel how full you are?”

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