Page 68 of In Good Company

“I don’t know if you’re going to fit inside me,” I announce, voicing my fears out loud. He’s big, both in length and girth. I don’t know how I’m going to take all of him, but I desperately want to try.

He lets out a low groan at my words, or maybe it’s my hand continuing to pump up and down his length. “I was made for you, Lucy Rae. I’ll fit inside you perfectly.”

His words make me pause, my hand stilling mid-stroke. It isn’t the first time he’s mentioned me being his, and I’m sure he didn’t mean for his words to hold as much weight as they do, but to me, they mean a lot.

I try not to get stuck on them or overanalyze since he doesn’t seem to notice he’s even said them.

My thoughts quickly dissipate when he leans in close and hovers his lips over mine. I pick up the pace of my strokes along his length, moving up and down faster, wanting to take things even further. I want him in my mouth, to make him feel good like he’s already done for me, twice.

“Can I tell you something?” he rasps. We’re so close his eyes bore into mine.

“Yes,” I breathe, my gaze falling to his lips for a moment. He’s still covered in me, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to kiss him.

“Your hand around my cock feels so good, baby.” His forehead falls to mine as he looks between us. We both watch the way my fingers move up and down his length. With his attention on me, I twist my grip a little, wanting to make it feel as good as possible for him.

“You’re doing so fucking good that I could come just by the way you jerk me off.”

“Not yet,” I warn, my lips brushing against his with my words. “I want to have my turn tasting you first.”

Cal closes the small distance between our lips. I open my mouth, expecting a deep kiss from him. It’s the opposite. He presses a featherlight kiss to my mouth. “I want to watch you take my cock between those pretty pink lips of yours so fucking bad, baby. Trust me. But right now, I need to feel your pussy around my cock.”

“Cal.” His name comes out breathy and strangled as he slides his dick out of my hand. I miss the connection of ourbodies immediately, but he doesn’t keep us from touching for long.

He gently presses his hand to my chest. “Lie back,” he instructs.

“But I want to?—”

Cal’s fingers find my lips. “I know you want to suck my cock, Lucy. You’re such a good girl for wanting that. But what I need from you is to lie back so I can finally fuck you so good that you’ll be screaming my name. I want you thinking about what’s about to happen between us for days to come. You got that?”

All I can do is nod. When he applies a little more pressure to my chest, I let him, my body falling into the plush comforter.

Cal climbs onto the bed and in between my thighs. “I haven’t been with anyone in a while, and my last test was normal. But if you’re not comfortable with it, I can grab a condom. I don’t have any in my room, but there’s some in the?—”

I shake my head. “I don’t want anything between us, Cal,” I rush to get out. My words come out like a plea. When I finally get to feel him inside me after making me wait for what seems like forever, I want all of him, with nothing in the way. “I’m on the pill, and my last checkup was also clear.”

He takes me by surprise by running the tip of his cock through my wetness. “I don’t want anything between us either.”

I jolt at feeling him there. He’s so close to finally being inside me, but not close enough. He drives me crazy by continuing to tease me, running his tip through my arousal but not actually sliding it in.

I lift my hips off the mattress, hoping the movement will encourage him to stop the teasing.

It doesn’t.

Cal laughs, the sound deep and raspy. It’s one that sends shivers down my spine at how sexy it is. “I love how ready you are for me,” he growls, stopping right at my entrance.

I moan when he slides just his tip in.

“Just do it,” I tell him, wiggling my hips to try and take him deeper.

Cal’s hand falls next to my head. He leans down, his chest pressing against mine. He supports most of his weight, but I still love the feel of having his body fully against mine like this. “Who’s the impatient one now, Lucy baby?”

I love the raspiness of his voice. It’s raw and real, making butterflies take flight in my stomach.

“You’ve made me wait so long. Too long. I just want to feel you, Callahan.” I’m well aware my words come off as begging at this point, but I don’t care. I need him in a way I’ve never needed anyone. I know there are so many reasons none of this should be happening between us, but I just don’t care about them anymore.

I want him. I need him.

Cal’s fingers softly brush stray pieces of hair out of my eyes as he brings his face close to mine. The gesture is delicate. Paired with the way he’s just barely seated inside me and how I can’t see anything but the stunning depths of his bright blue eyes, the moment feels incredibly intimate.

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