Page 56 of Tender Heart
“Fu—uck.” Callum cups my cheek with his free hand. “More.”
I slide down him again, increasing the suction, my grip tightening. My clit throbs at the taste of him. The sounds he makes. His low, soft growls with every upstroke. I could come again just from having him in my mouth.
On the next stroke, his legs start to tremble. He’s holding back, his restraint evident.
I look up beneath my lashes and open my mouth wider. I want him rough. I want what he needs to give me.
Interpreting my signal, Cal adjusts his hold in my hair, winding my hair around his fist. His cock slams into my mouth, deep. I gag, eyes watering. His lip curls up on one side.
Feral.
I try my best to accommodate him. Sucking on the upward stroke, trying to relax enough to take all of him. But he’s big. My cheeks hollow out on the next stroke as saliva and pre-cum run down my chin.
“Fuck me, baby girl. So damn pretty choking on my cock, aren’t you?”
My nails bite into his thighs as he slams into me. Breathing through my nose, I take everything he gives me. Waiting, desperately, for the salty flood of his release.
“Touch yourself, Evie. Show me those pretty little writer’s fingers sunk deep into that fucking pussy.”
I whimper around him, and his eyes close as his pace slows.
But I do as he says. Trembling fingers sweep over my clit, and I all but fall apart.
“Sink them deep, then give them to me.”
I push two digits inside myself. My body convulses as an orgasm swells.
“Fuck, look at you. Come while my cock’s in your mouth. Go on.”
Pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy, I cry out. His cock pulses as it shoves in deeper than before. My release fades,and I drag my hand from my pussy, dripping wet with my slick need. Cal grabs my wrist. My fingers crawl up his chin and bury inside his mouth. His tongue laps around them.
I can’t breathe.
His body shudders. His cock twitches as his pace turns choppy. A low, raw growl cascades around my fingers as he shoots hot ropes of cum over my tongue. I lap it up, swallowing it down.
Every inch of my body tingles. I’m wrung out like a wet rag. Spent and limp, I flop back onto the bed, running a thumb over my bottom lip where I clean up the last drop of his release.
Cal stands, nostrils flaring and eyes burning as I lay on the bed. Bared and still buzzing.
“Ev—” He shakes his head, fisting his cock. “I...”
It is the first time I have ever seen Callum McCreary lost for words.
Something snaps in my chest as his face falls the moment he turns and walks from the room into the bathroom.
Iris sure knows how to make a cup of coffee. My steaming mug sits in my hands. Callum sits opposite me at the small café table. The café is bustling with patrons. And Cal has his head stuck in a newspaper, avoiding them all. At least, that’s what I think he’s doing.
Iris is chatting away, serving customers.
She looks so damn happy.
I had that once. Before the accident. Many contracts ago. I yawn, lifting the cup to my mouth.
“My brother snores, doesn’t he?” Iris appears by our table with a smile. Her red hair is twisted up and piled onto her head, an apron wrapped over her T-shirt and jeans, a pot of coffee in one hand.
All but snorting my mouthful of coffee through my nose, I choke it back down. “No, he doesn’t snore.”
She raises an eyebrow. “You sure? I could hear him growling from my side of the house.”
