Page 111 of Scotch on the Rocks

“Juniper,” he sighed. “Fucking made for me.”

When I fully sank down, I pressed a soft,Hellokiss, to his lips, along with a little nice to meet you wiggle.

“At fucking last,” he growled right back, pressing a kiss to the centre of my chest.

Too far gone, I could only wrap my arms around his neck as I rode him with languid rolls of my hips, moaning at the hot throb of him deep inside me.Fucking made for me, the words echoed, and my heart ached with them. This man who took care of everyone else and took so little for himself.

Unable to use his hands, Callum sat straighter and bent his knees, firmly situating me in his lap, taking me as hard as his constraints allowed.

“Take that off.” He nodded to my bra. “I want your nipples in my mouth.” I snapped it open, gasping and clutching his head as he followed through, sucking my nipple between his teeth and curling his tongue around the bar. Loving my breasts as thoroughly as he loved every inch of me.

“So fucking perfect.” He whispered the words against my skin, like they weren’t for my ears but a prayer of thanks. “How is this so perfect?”

“Because we’re us and that’s everything.” I dropped my head to his, quickly losing control of this ride. It was near impossible when he worshipped me with his mouth. But when he did it with his words … it became unthinkable to hold back even the tiniest piece of myself.

“I want that vicious little tongue next.”

I didn’t hesitate, crushing my lips to his. Loving the clack of his teeth against mine, the claiming onslaught as he left no spot in my mouth undiscovered. He kissed me like he wanted to fuse our souls together.

I met him stroke for stroke, feeling no guilt in our shared pleasure as I angled my hips to take him deeper.

“Say my name, sweetheart.”

“Callum,” I sighed at once.

“Touch yourself, let me see it.”

My hand started its descent, making it all the way to my trembling stomach when I realised it wasn’t my own hand I craved. “I need you to touch me.”

All it took was a single tug at the tie and I was flat on my back. The pain in his ribs second to this pleasure apparently because his hands were everywhere, in my hair, between my legs, dipping into the curve of my waist, strumming my nipples like his favourite instrument. I answered every touch, writhing against the sheets as he dragged in and out of me, pulling my thighs around his hips until I felt that elusive pressure against my G-spot.

My hoarse cry made him grin wolfishly, then find that spot again and again. “Callum,” I whimpered his name like a question, not even sure what I was asking for.

But he knew. Healwaysknew.

“You’re so close.” His breath was hot against my ear, his body finally pressing mine into the mattress. The weight of him threatened to crush me but I clutched him tighter,locking my legs around his waist. “I can feel you tightening around my cock, sweetheart, it’s fucking heaven, I’ve never felt anything like it.” Goosebumps rose everywhere his lips touched as he talked me right up to the cliff edge. “You’re perfect. So fucking pretty.” His hand grasped my thigh, pushing it higher, spreading me open for him as he took me over and over. “You act like a bad girl, but I know your little secret … you are so,” he kissed my jaw. “Fucking.” His lips fluttered over my nose and my back bowed. “Sweet.”

“Callum.”

“That’s it … that’s it, sweetheart. Roll your hips, take whatever you need. I’m yours. I’m going to get you there … I’m always going to get you there.” My eyes squeezed shut, hearing only his voice as it caressed every single one of my nerve endings. “No one’s ever made me hard like this, gotten me off like you do. A single look and I’m fucking gone.”

I whimpered. It might have been his name. It didn’t matter, I was too busy floating away.

He didn’t even have his fingers between my legs. It was just his words and his cock. I’d never gotten off from penetrative sex alone … but this, he was talking me through it,lovingme through it.

“I’m close … I’m so close, Callum.”

“I know … I’ve got you. I fucking love you, Juniper.” Hand tightening beneath my back, his voice turned strained, fighting not to come first. “My Juniper …mine. I’m going to keep you. Keep on loving you. Now come for me, keep swallowing my cock and come for me. Come for me.”

The words crumbled to staccato syllables, followed by mindless ramblings that echoed only in my head as I joined my lips to his, my orgasm rolling through me like an ocean swell. Slow to build and slow to release. It caught me in itsclutches, holding me right above the precipice as Callum’s lips tore free and his harsh curse melded with my cries. Our hips refused to slow, his kilt dragging over my rib cage as he fucked me over and over, still impossibly hard inside me.

“What the fuck … what the fuck …Juniper.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Fuck … Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Both of his hands planted either side of my head. His eyes wide with disbelief as he matched my pace through the final throes of pleasure.

Only when my body turned pliant did he collapse on top of me, then immediately roll onto his back, dragging me with him until I sprawled over his chest.

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