Page 19 of Cautious

Blake

She’s trying to kill me.

“Callie, maybe now isn’t the time,” I warn her as she rolls me to my back and straddles me.

“You hurt me, you broke my trust, and then you held yourself back from me because of the knowledge you obtained. You know what you didn’t do? You didn’t talk to me. I’m a big girl, Blake. I make big girl decisions all by myself, and I sure as shit don’t need you or anyone else telling me how I should be feeling or acting.”

Fuck. She’s right.

She continues to speak before I can. “Part of me wants to walk out that door, climb in my car, and never come back.”

I grip her hips hard at that, as if holding her to me will prevent her from leaving.

“The other part of me isn’t ready to walk away from you yet.”

I yank her down and kiss her hard, filled with equal parts relief and trepidation.

“Which part is winning?” I ask, pulling away to look into her lust-filled eyes.

“That depends on you—” Her words cut off as I flip her over and press my body over hers.

“What do you need from me?” I ask, willing to do just about anything to fix this.

She lifts her head and bites down on my earlobe, making me grind my hard cock into her before she whispers, “I need your hands on my body, your lips on my skin, and your hard cock inside me.”

Fuck. Yes.

“Oh, Callie,” I growl, “All you had to do was ask.” Fisting a handful of her hair, I pull until her graceful neck is exposed. “What else do you want, Callie?” Dipping my head, I kiss behind her ear, making her squirm. “You like the idea of being spanked?” I tease, remembering her reaction.

She wiggles underneath me, which is an answer in itself.

“I don’t know. I’ve never tried it before, but I like to read, and I think I’d like to try everything once before I write it off, you know?” She gasps when I bite down on her ear and tug before releasing it.

“What else?” I echo, skimming my hand over her ribs before sliding it under her top. I want to hear her tell me all the dirty things she wants me to do to her.

“Erm…” She stalls, her blush intriguing me.

“Tell me,” I cajole before rubbing my fingers over one of her pebbled nipples and pinching it through the lacey material of her bra.

“I want you to tie me up,” she admits, making my already hard cock turn to steel. Jesus, she’s fucking perfect for me.

“There is something about giving over complete control to someone, trusting them not to abuse the power you give them, all while relying on them to give you pleasure. I… I wouldn’t trust just anyone to do that to me,” she adds, letting me know that despite the damage I caused with my thoughtless actions, beneath the anger, she still trusts me.

“The thought of tying you to this bed is like waving a red rag in a bull’s face,” I snarl at her, shoving her top and bra up roughly, exposing her peaked nipples to the cool air. “If you don’t want this, say so now,” I tell her. If she needs me to walk away I will, but it will be directly into a cold shower as I beat myself off to images of my cum painting her body.

“I want this,” she whispers.

That’s all I need to hear. I tug her T-shirt and with a little help on her part, slip it over her head and throw it to the floor. The bra follows before I dip my head and suck a nipple into my mouth, biting down softly before soothing away the sting with my tongue.

“Jesus, I could get addicted to the taste of you,” I breathe, slowly trailing kisses down her body, dragging my lips over her slightly rounded stomach, circling her belly button with the tip of my tongue, making her squirm with laughter.

I lift my eyes to look at her, burning the image of her smile into my brain as her hair fans out around her on the pillow like a halo.

I hesitate, but she must anticipate my question as she lifts her hips, allowing me to slide her shorts and underwear over her ass and down her smooth thighs. I toss them over my shoulder, not giving a single fuck where they land, and spread her thighs wide.

As soon as my tongue makes contact with her clit, she arches off the bed.

“Holy motherfucking dickballs!” she gasps, making me laugh against her, which in turn makes her moan and grip my hair hard.

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