Page 107 of Second Sets Omnibus
“Like I'm meant to be here. Like I'm finally home,” he moans, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. “You're going to be my most cherished memory, Little Star. This moment… will—ah!” He moans as his entire body locks up, and his dick pulsates inside me repeatedly, spilling himself into me and coating my walls.
“That good, Big Guy?” I murmur breathlessly, resting my chin on his heaving chest. His fingers work through my crazy hair, and his cheeks turn red again.
Closing his eyes, his breaths shudder. “I-I thought… I could hold off-off. I thought-thought I could last. But-but.” I follow the movement of his tongue when it darts out, and he licks his lips. Redness tints his cheeks, and he clamps his eyes shut, huffing an annoyed breath at himself.
“It's okay. We have plenty of time to do that again…”
“And again, and again?” he asks with a slight grin, opening his eyes to take me in again.
“However, many times you want,” I say with a snort, kissing his chest. “Was it good?” I murmur, kissing my way up his flesh and pressing a kiss to the edge of his lips and down his neck, sucking his skin between my teeth.
“More than good. I don't-don't want to move. Stay here,” he whispers, burying his face in my neck and forcing my hips to sink on his hardened cock again, grinding my hips back and forth.
“Again?” I ask with amusement, and he nods, thrusting up with a deep groan.
My lips pop open as the pleasure soars through my veins, and a fire erupts in my belly.
“I want—” Callum's breaths shudder, falling into moans.
“Tell me what you want, Callum. Don't be afraid now,” I murmur, kissing his lips again, growing more frantic until our tongues dance, and he cradles the back of my head.
“I want on top. Turn over?” he hesitantly asks, searching my eyes, and I nod, placing myself flat against him.
“Turn us over, Big Guy,” I murmur, almost giggling when he turns us over clumsily and his elbow rams into my boob. I yelp, laughing when a look of horror crosses his beautiful face. His eyes frantically check me over, looking for spilled blood or instant bruises.
“Sorry-sorry,” he whispers, peppering kisses all over my face and chin and down to my breasts. “I didn't mean to hurt you.”
“It's okay,” I whisper, moving his blond locks from his eyes. “Now, fuck me again, Callum. Fuck me until you can't anymore,” I moan when he thrusts himself into me with a loud groan, knocking the headboard against the wall.
Sorry, Ode. Now's a bad time to be my neighbor,I think when he does it again and again, plowing into me at a rapid pace. I move my legs, wrapping them entirely around his waist until my heels dig into his flexing ass muscles, begging him to go deeper.
“God, you're doing amazing, Callum. Just like that!” I moan, arching my back when a searing fire brews in my lower abdomen, flaring heat through my limbs and down to my curling toes.
“Come,” he grunts with force, demanding me. “Come around my dick, River. Please. I want to feel you flutter around me, Little Star.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, my fingers twist around my clit, and I come with an explosion around Callum's cock, screaming my pleasures for the world to hear.
Callum's body stills again, and his muscles lock up, spilling into me a second time with a loud, drawn-out, satisfied moan. Staying nestled deep inside me, Callum leans down and presses his lips into mine, hovering there.
“I never want to leave,” he admits, kissing my cheek. “Should-should I get a washcloth?” Looking down, he groans when he pulls out, spilling our mess onto the sheets. His eyes lock on the come dripping out of me, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip, mentally absorbing the scene and taking it all in.
I snort. “I don't think it matters now. Let's rest?” I ask when he falls to my side and pulls my naked body into his again.
“Of course, Little Star.” He gently runs his fingers up and down my lower back when I pull my comforter up to our chins, heaving a sigh. “Thank you,” he whispers when my eyes flutter shut. “For making this-this so special.”
“Don't thank me,” I mumble sleepily through a yawn. “You were amazing. But I need to pee,” I grumble, not wanting to move from the cocoon of warmth. Exhaustion sweeps in, threatening to take me under.
“Your wish-wish is my demand,” he says, pulling the blanket back from our naked bodies, scooping me into his arms, and taking us to the bathroom.
Gently, he lowers me to my feet and gets a washrag from the edge of the sink. Without a thought, I do my business and flush.
“Spread,” Callum demands, gesturing to my legs until I spread them out. I shiver when the warm water hits my sore pussy, and he cleans me up before taking me back to bed.
As the clock strikes noon, we snuggle together and fall asleep in each other's arms under the warmth of my comforter and our combined mess beneath us.
“What the hell! I leave for three hours, and you two bump uglies without me? Without. Me?” Rad shouts, jolting my body from a glorious deep sleep.
“Dude,” Callum curses, throwing a pillow in Rad's direction.
