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Callie pulls the thick, puffy comforter to her chin, which makes her look small beneath a cloud of fluff. With her white-blonde hair spread across her pillow, she looks angelic.

With a soft smile, she looks my way, and I picture her in the middle of my bed wearing nothing as I worship her body with my mouth before slipping between her thighs, transforming her smile into moans of ecstasy. My dick thickens as the desire to make Callie mine becomes harder to ignore.

I want her so fucking bad.

“What time is it?” she asks, snapping me back into reality.

Ripping my gaze away and hiding my growing hard-on, I reach for my pants on the floor and search for my phone in the pocket, pulling it out. “Almost five in the morning. You should try going back to sleep.”

“Okay, but I make no guarantees. I’m up at five every morning,” she answers, taking me by surprise. We have being early risers in common. Callie pats the bed beside her. “Will you lie with me again?”

Like there’s anywhere else I’d rather be.

I take a deep breath and turn my body away so Callie can’t see how much my dick likes the idea of snuggling her back to sleep. “Sure.”

I turn off the light and slip under the covers. The bed shifts as Callie gets comfortable, and I hesitate on whether I should pull her close like I did before. I go with what feels right and slide behind her, spooning her in the middle of the bed, with my arm draped across her waist.

This time, her body doesn’t hesitate to melt into mine as I pull her close to my body and absorb her warmth. Callie wiggles her butt into my crotch, getting comfortable. I fight the growl building in my chest as her butt cheeks brush my cock. I scoot my hips away from her ass, giving my now rock-hard cock space.

There’s no way I want the fucker between my legs to get the wrong idea right now. This is about taking care of Callie, not mauling her like some animal in heat.

She wiggles, chasing my dick with her butt as she nudges against it again. I’m no longer sporting a half-chub; my dick is a full-on steel pipe in my boxers.

Fuck. If she keeps it up, I’m going to lose control.

“You have got to stop doing that, princess,” I growl. With gentle hands, I grip her hip with my hand and force her to lie still.

Callie’s hips freeze a little too close to home as the realization of what she’s doing sinks in. I know she can feel my erection poking her in the ass.

The room goes silent, but the buzz of electricity in the air is tangible.

I don’t dare move as I wait for Callie to make the next move. Unfortunately for me, she relaxes and sinks back onto my dick without a care in the world. Since I’m a needy asshole who wants to fuck her ten ways to Sunday, I let her feel every ridge of my rock-hard cock as it rests between the globes of her ass.

“Why, hello there, mister.” She snorts at her own joke, and my cock twitches.

“Don’t talk to him,” I groan, digging my fingertips a little harder into her hip.

She squirms again, and I can’t stop my hips from pushing forward. I bask in the heat radiating from her core.

“Oh.” Callie gasps, and I can just picture the little O of her mouth.

“Behave.” She moans at my warning. My brain involuntarily conjures images of her legs spread wide with my mouth on her pussy as she groans my name.

I’m so fucked.

I breathe in two deep breaths. There’s absolutely no damned way I’m falling back to sleep, so I change the subject, hoping it helps my cock to deflate. “Want to know a secret?”

“From you?” she whispers. “Always.”

She wants to know me as much as I want to know her, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder.

Ignoring my dick, I press on and admit, “I also like to wake up early.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Sometimes I go to work early, but mostly to exercise.” Today, the reason I won’t be going back to sleep is to make sure my dick doesn’t think for himself and try breaching Callie’s clothes for entry. “I used to go surfing with my older brother, Jace, before he moved here. Now, I work out in my home gym.”

“I run,” she says. I smile to myself, loving the way she’s sharing another slice of herself with me.