Page 33 of Surprise Me Tonight
My heart stutters, my body tensing with anticipation. “What do I have to do?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, my mind racing with possibilities.
He steps back slightly, his eyes roaming over me with a hunger that makes me squirm. “On your knees, Stella,” he commands, his tone brooking no argument. “Show me how much you want it.”
I can barely breath, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering in my chest. Sex with Jeremy had been vanilla and oral wasn’t really part of the menu. But the thought of pleasing Callum, of being under his control, sends a shiver down my spine. Without hesitation, I drop to my knees, my hands resting on the cold surface of the desk, my eyes never leaving his.
He watches me, his expression unreadable, before he lets his jeans and boxer briefs fall to his ankles, and steps out of them, his erection pointing directly at me. My mouthwaters, my body aching with the need to touch him, to taste him.
“Closer,” he says, his voice commanding, and I shuffle forward, my knees pressing into the carpet, my hands trembling as I reach out to him. His skin is warm under my fingertips, his cock thick and heavy in my grasp. I stroke him gently, my thumb brushing the foreskin back a little to expose the head, and he hisses, his eyes fluttering closed. I gently give the tip a lick.
“That’s it,” he groans, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me closer. “Take me in your mouth, Stella. Show me how much you want it.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I lean forward, my lips brushing the tip of him, and he shudders, his grip on my hair tightening. I take him in slowly, inch by inch, my tongue swirling around the head as I hollow my cheeks, sucking gently. His taste is salty and musky, and I moan around him, the sound vibrating against his length.
“Fuck,” he curses, his hips jerking forward slightly, but I hold him steady, my hand gripping the base of him. “You’re so fucking good at that,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking perfect.”
I pull back, my lips sliding down his length, before taking him deep again, my throat closing around him. His hands tighten in my hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he guides my movements, setting a slow, deliberate pace. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. “Suck me, Stella. Make me feel it.”
I do as he asks, my mouth working him with a rhythm that feels natural, my tongue tracing the veins along his shaft. His breaths come in sharp gasps, his body tense withneed, and I revel in the power I have over him, even as I’m completely under his spell.
“Stella,” he warns, his voice tight, his hips twitching. “I’m close.”
I pull back, my lips leaving his skin with a wet pop, and look up at him, my eyes daring him to stop me. “Not yet,” I whisper, my voice laced with challenge. “I’m not done with you.”
His eyes darken, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fights for control. “You’re playing with fire,” he warns, his hand cupping my jaw, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.
I smile, a wicked glint in my eyes. “And you’re the one who’s going to get burned,” I tease, before taking him into my mouth again, my lips and tongue working him with renewed fervour.
His grip on my hair tightens, his hips thrusting forward slightly, but I hold him in place, my hand firm on his thigh. “Fuck, Stella,” he groans, his voice breaking. “You need to stop, I’m going to—”
I pull back again, my lips brushing his tip, my eyes never leaving his. “What?” I challenge, my voice soft but insistent. “What are you going to do, Callum?”
His gaze burns into mine, his chest heaving, his control slipping. “I’m going to fuck you,” he growls, his voice raw with need. “Hard. Right here on this desk. And I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming my name.”
My breath catches, my body trembling with anticipation. “Then what are you waiting for?” I whisper, my voice barely audible. He pulls me to my feet without hesitation before stepping closer, his hands on my shoulders, his eyes blazing with desire.
“Are you sure, Stella?” he asks, his voice low, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Because once I start, I’m not going to stop.”
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest, my body aching for him. “I’m sure,” I breathe, my eyes locking onto his. “Fuck me, Callum. Make me yours.”
His lips curve into a wicked smile, and he leans down, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that’s fierce and hungry. His hands slide down my body, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist before gripping my hips, lifting me onto the desk. I wrap my legs around him, my core throbbing with need, and he positions himself at my entrance, his eyes searching mine.
“Ready?” he asks, his voice a low rumble, his thumb brushing my cheek.
I nod, my breath shallow, my body trembling with anticipation. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Please, Callum. Now.”
He doesn’t make me wait. He thrusts into me, slow and deliberate, filling me completely, and I gasp, my head falling back, my hands digging into his shoulders. “Fuck,” I moan, my voice breaking, my body arching into him. “Yes. Just like that.”
He pulls out until only the tip is in me, his eyes never leaving mine, before slamming into me again, his hips snapping forward with a force that steals my breath. “You feel so fucking good,” he growls, his voice tight, his hands gripping my hips, holding me steady as he begins to move, his thrusts deep and relentless.
I cry out, my body overwhelmed with sensation, my nails digging into his skin. “Callum,” I whimper, my voicedesperate, my hips meeting his with every thrust. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
He smirks, his eyes dark with desire, his control slipping further. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I told you before, not until you’re a mess beneath me, screaming my name.”
His words send a jolt of desire through me, my body tightening around him, my climax building with every thrust. “Callum,” I beg, my voice breaking, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss that’s fierce and desperate. “I’m close. So close.”
He growls against my lips, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, his hips snapping into mine with a rhythm that pushes me closer to the edge. “Come for me, Stella,” he commands, his voice hoarse, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Let go. Now.”
And I do. My body shatters around him as my orgasm rips through me, my muscles clenching and releasing in waves. He follows, his thrusts stuttering as he buries himself deep, his groans muffled against my neck, his release hot and intense.
