Page 4 of Only The Strong

“Yes. I’m far from drunk and I’m sure.” I’m no longer nervous, and my tone reflects how serious I am. Callum looks around the intersection and turns the opposite way of my apartment and towards the more residential side of town.

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REESE

I losemyself in my thoughts in the short ride to Callum’s. I’ve had casual sex a few times but it’s not my thing. I love being in a relationship, at least I used to. Every guy I’ve ever slept with has been a boy compared to the man sitting between my thighs. The hard muscle of his thighs rest inside of mine, and his arms flex on the handlebars as he slows and shifts gears. He screams masculinity and power and it’s an alluring presence. Callum pulls into a nice neighborhood with a freaking cul-de-sac for crying out loud. I feel guilty for judging him and assuming he lived in some run down part of town in a rickety house that has peeling paint and an overgrown lawn. Instead, he pulls into the driveway of an expensive looking brick townhome. He parks next to a big white Ford Raptor and turns the bike off, we walk inside of the townhome and Callum flicks on a light next to the door. A small lamp lights up the living room and I am again impressed with this man’s living conditions. The townhome is an open floor design with stairs to my right. The living room has a beautiful bay window overlooking the front lawn, and the long wall that runs the length of the home is black, with every other wall a light gray. On the black wall hangs a giant tv and a tan leather couch sits in front of it with a huge black tufted ottoman, matching leather armchairs flank the couch. The kitchen looks to be all white and very minimal, but with a long island with tall leather barstools on this side of it.

“Are you sure? I can still take you home, Red.” Callum hangs his leather cut on a hook behind the door.

“I’m sure.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, he’s pushing me against the front door and crashing his lips to mine. He’s not gentle in the slightest and when he runs his tongue across the seam of my lips I urgently open my mouth. His tongue explores mine and he sucks it hard into his mouth. His mouth leaves mine and starts a burning trail down my neck, licking, kissing, even little nips with his teeth. I grab the bottom of his hoodie and start raising it over his head.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he whispers against my neck before sucking more and moving back towards my jaw.

I chuckle and bring the shirt over his head. His chest is a work of art, and I don't mean the curving script and angel on his chest. He is defined, with abs I want to run my tongue down. This man easily has the nicest body that I have ever touched. I can feel his erection growing in his jeans and straining against my stomach. Callum bends and puts his big hands under my butt and lifts me against him, my hands hold onto the back of his neck and my legs wrap around him as our mouths find each other again. He starts to move up the stairs and I won't lie, I am impressed that he is taking the stairs carrying me and without looking, but I'm also nervous he might trip. His confidence doesn't waver and soon I can hear his boot kick a door closed and then I’m being gently laid down on a very plush bed. Callum unbuttons his pants and starts to slide them off while I sit up and throw my dress and boots off. Callum leans down and pulls my spandex shorts off while never taking his eyes off of me. He stands back up to remove his tight black boxers and I can see all of the tattoos on his arm and chest on display. None of my boyfriends have ever had anything close to this many tattoos and it's a huge turn on. I want to lay him down naked and look at every tattoo, tracing them with my tongue. I look down at Callum’s cock and gulp, my eyes turn to saucers because holy shit this man is freaking huge! Callum lets out a husky chuckle and starts to walk toward the bed. I slid up to the top and Callum places a big hand on my chest to push me down into the bed.

“I’m gonna make you cum all over my face,” he says huskily, pulling my panties down my legs.

“We’ll see,” I breathe. I'm sopping wet, ready for him to be inside of me. Callum quirks an eyebrow at me in challenge.Go ahead big guy, anytime a man has bragged about how hard he was going to make me come, I ended up having to finish the job myself at home.Callum didn’t seem the type to ever leave a girl wanting, but did they ever?

He crawls toward me with hunger in his eyes. He pulls my legs apart and dives into my heat. He’s slow and tender, unlike his kiss downstairs. He kisses around my pussy until I'm squirming. He places his big hands on my hips to force me to stay still while his tongue starts circling my clit. Callum brings one hand up to my breast to pinch and roll my nipple while he slides two fingers into my soaking pussy. He plays like this until my back is arching, close to coming. I grab ahold of his head with both hands while I start to grind against his tongue and fingers. Before he can stroke me anymore, I'm bursting apart and screaming his name for the whole neighborhood to hear. I really hope he doesn't have a roommate because they are most definitely awake now. As I'm coming down from my high, Callum takes his two fingers out of me and raises them to his lips, and sucks all of my juices off. “So fucking good, baby, but now I need you cumming on my cock.” He growls.

Fuck me, I’m going to cum again just listening to him. Callum flips me over and a whimper escapes my mouth, I'm so wet I can feel my release running down my legs. I hear a drawer open, a wrapper ripping, and then Callum is placing a pillow under me and easing his giant dick into me. He’s pushing in and I grip the sheets with one hand while placing the other behind me on his thigh, stopping him. The stretch is uncomfortable and something I'm not used to.

Callum leans down next to my ear and whispers. “Relax, Red. Let me in.” He kisses the side of my face, since it’s buried into the bed, and lightly runs his hand down the side of my body, up and down while I relax around him. “Good girl.” He sighs while he sinks further in. He straightens and starts to move inside of me. I moan, the stretch no longer painful, but still so incredibly tight. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight.” He hisses, rubbing his hands over my butt.

I'm laying on my stomach and Callum is angled downwards hitting my g spot perfectly, his fingertips digging into my hip and leaving a sweet pressure. He slows his pace to a leisurely roll, and my orgasm starts to build again, but this time much more intense since I'm so full. “I need you to cum for me one more time, baby.” Callum leans over my back and breathes in my ear as his hand slides underneath us to rub circles over my throbbing clit.

I cum again, squeezing his cock inside of me. He leans back pulling my hips up with him until I'm on my knees, and then he seems to lose any restraint he may have had and goes insane behind me, pumping into me with such force and speed that he has to hold onto me. My orgasm builds so quickly I wasn't expecting it and I make a slightly embarrassing noise because of how hard it hit me. Callum moans loudly and that just prolongs my orgasm because holy shit that was the hottest sound I have ever heard in my life. His stillness behind me lets me know that he came along with me that time. He eases out of me and I collapse onto the bed, not able to hold myself up on my shaking legs, I turn my head to the side to watch him saunter over to the trash can and toss the condom away.

“My body feels like jelly.” I laugh, burying my head into the soft bed.

Callum laughs and walks over to a dresser opposite the big bed, and oh look more tattoos; his back is completely covered, but it’s too dark to make out what it is. I get off of the bed and find my shirt and dress while he's pulling on a pair of black sweatpants over his firm bare butt. He turns to see me picking up my boots. “I guess I’m taking you home then.”

“I don't really do sleepovers,” I say, zipping up my boots. He laughs and pulls a tee shirt and socks out of the dresser.

“Let’s get you home then, Red.” I follow Callum back down to the living room, he slips on a pair of tennis shoes and grabs a set of keys from a dish on a table by the door. We walk outside, but this time he walks over to the Raptor and opens the passenger door for me. “Your bare legs will be freezing on the bike; the pickup has heated seats.” He laughs as he closes my door behind me. Callum made the bike look small beneath him, but in the large cabin of the truck, he looks perfectly proportionate. Watching him handle the steering wheel with one hand while the other rests on the center console has me heating up again and I have to mentally tell myself to calm the hell down. Why is that even hot? Is it just because I can still feel my pussy throbbing?

When we drive into the complex a few minutes later I point to my building. “I’m in building B, the second one up on the left.” Callum pulls into a parking spot and surprises me when he opens his door as well.

“I’m not letting you walk to your door alone at one AM, Reese.” He laughs as I sit, paused, staring at him with the passenger door open. We walk to my door in more silence and it's only after I've unlocked my door and walked in does he finally break the silence. “See you around, Red.” He squeezes my hand before turning and walking back to his pickup. I close the door and head to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, and when I fall into bed I fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow.

5

CALLUM

Sundays are alwaysthe same old shit. Grocery shopping, hitting the gym and reviewing the jobs I’ve got set up for the week for CM Roofing. This week we have a few new builds to roof and then a patch job on a house that I’m doing free of charge. The family with the patch job are friends of the club and I always make time for friends. I’m sitting at my kitchen island when Finn calls.

“I thought you went home with that hot redhead last night?” Finn uses in place of a greeting.

“I did,” I say distractedly, looking over the dimensions of the new builds.

He pauses. “So that wasn’t you last night?”

Now he has my full attention. “What wasn’t me?” I look away from my laptop and stare at my phone sitting on the counter.

I hear loud voices trail away in the background. Finn always visits his dad’s bar on Sundays and he must be taking our conversation outside. “Huntley said a bartender found that guy you were talking to. He was in the alley behind Mickey’s, he was beaten pretty bad and his fucking head was almost smashed in. He’s laying in the damn hospital now.”

My eyebrows raise. I never pay attention to the news around town like I probably should. If it doesn't involve the club or our associates it's not worth my time. “Oh shit. Can’t say he didn't deserve that shit, but it wasn't me.”

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