Page 13 of Calypso's Shield
What do I want? Do I want to pursue this thing between Calypso and me, or do I want to do this on my own? It’s nice having someone watch my back, but can I trust her and her MC? Will they play me like an idiot? Am I digging my own grave if I stay or if I go?
“Fine,” I relent. “But if you cross me, I will bury you.”
Calypso’s eyes catch fire, stealing my breath. I close the distance and crash my lips against hers in a punishing kiss. She moans into my mouth, parting her lips. My tongue slides inside, her taste exploding across my senses, making me crave more.
I push her against the wall, pinning her hips with mine. She digs her nails into my scalp, sending shivers down my spine. I grab her ass and lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist, grinding against me.
“Fuck, take me upstairs, Farris,” she demands.
I release her legs, and she grabs my hand, leading me away from the hallway and up the grand staircase. She opens the third door from the end and pulls me inside. There’s no time to take in my surroundings. She’s on me in a flash, ripping my shirt open and running her tongue across my chest.
I grab her arms, slipping off her cut and laying it carefully over a chair in the corner. Then I yank her shirt over her head, revealing plush curves. My lips find a hardened nipple through the silky fabric of her bra, biting gently while kneading the other. She grips my head, holding me in place as I fumble with thezipper of her jeans, finally peeling them down her long, slender legs.
Standing before me in a pale blue bra and a matching silky thong, she’s breathtaking. “Wow,” I murmur, licking my way down her stomach. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
She pulls me back up, her grip firm. I let her take control, something I rarely do. But for this siren, I’ll make an exception.
“I’m going to rock your fucking world, Farris.”
Calypso unbuckles my belt, pops the button on my pants and pulls the zipper down. My erection strains against my boxer briefs, desperate for release.
“Do it, Calypso. Show me what you got.”
She shoves my pants down my thighs, then turns and presses her back against me. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her tight. One hand squeezes her chest while the other trails downward. When I slide a finger through her wet heat, I need more.
Kissing her neck, I ease a finger inside. Her body tenses, but I push deeper, adding another. She rocks against me, making me growl. I work her hard, bringing her to the edge before pulling away and spinning her around.
“I want to watch your face when you come.” I kiss her fiercely, and she drags me to the bed.
“Keep your hands above your head, Farris.”
I obey, placing them beneath my head as she crawls up my body, her chest grazing my abs, her ass high in the air.
“Now, I’m going to make your head spin.”
And spin it does.
The moment she slides down onto my aching shaft, I see stars.
“Holy fuck.”
Calypso moves, her hips rolling in a maddening rhythm. Pressure coils deep in my gut. I want to grip her hips and slamher down harder, but I force myself to let her control the pace. When I lift my hips to meet her descent, a moan rips from her throat.
She picks up speed, her body tightening around me. Fire licks down my spine. I’m going to explode, and when I do, it’ll be unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Calypso plunges down one last time. Teetering on the edge, I can’t hold back any longer.
I bring my hands down and sit up, wrapping my arms around her back. The shift pushes her further onto me, making her cry out. She leans back, baring herself, and I capture a hardened peak in my mouth, sucking hard.
She shatters around me. I follow, tumbling into oblivion.
We’re a panting, tangled mess as we come down. My limbs are useless, but I manage to pull her against me.
Minutes pass before she finally climbs off and heads to the bathroom. “I’m going to clean up. Want to join me?” she asks over her shoulder.
“Fuck yeah.”
I follow her inside, and we get clean, then dirty again, a few more times before the water turns cold, forcing us out.
