Page 50 of Brighter Than Gold

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he said sternly, while he reached a hand down my belly.

My breath was only short pained gasps under his fingertips. I didn’t care what he did as long as he didn’t stop touching me.

Lower, past my belly button, lower over my pelvis, through the tiny black hairs of my mound, then there, right fucking there. It was the lightest touch, but it stoked an inferno in me. I ground my hips against his hand, and he pushed back. After a few sweeping rolls of my hips, I opened my eyes. Callan was looking down at me with the most starved and needy look I had ever seen on a man. I tried to pull a hand free again, but he tightened his grip on my wrists. Probably smart, he had far more self-control than I did.

My whole body shuddered with building pressure as his hand slipped down between the folds of my skin. He traced his fingers through my arousal.

“Fuck, Reyah…” He didn’t even finish his thought as he exhaled, pleased with my body’s reaction to him.

Callan brought the slickness up to the aching bundle of nerves and traced a few leisurely circles. A sweat began beading on my brow, the coil in my belly growing ever more painful. Finally, he settled his cock over me, rightthere.

The first hot touch of him sent sparks flying off my skin. I tried to pull up, to line him up to my entrance to urge him inside of me.

“No. We’re not doing that,” he said resolutely.

I conceded immediately, whatever he was willing to give, I would happily take. Callan lowered himself between my legs again, the soft base of his cock pressing firmly onto my swollen bud. He pulled back and pushed forward in an experimental thrust. It sent me arching off the bed with a ragged breath. “Please, again,” I uttered. I could see the look of pure satisfaction on his face as he repeated the motion, the slick slide between us fueling the fire. A sheen of sweat glistened over Callan’s chest and shoulders with the delicious contact, and suddenly I was embarrassed at how quickly my climax was rushing towards me with this juvenile act of simulated sex.

My tiny moans were growing in force and volume with each thrust over me, and my hips began to rise off the bed to meet him, increasing the slippery pressure between us. He moaned over me as he dragged in each breath.

“Yes, Callan! Please don’t stop!” I begged. I cried out with each quick stroke, my face contorted with my cresting pleasure until at last, it ripped through me. The coil in my belly snapped and rushed out creating sharp waves of pleasure through every limb. My body bowed and loosened as the waves crashed over and over.

Between my rushes, Callan had found his own end, tucking his head into my neck with a harsh grunt as I felt the evidence of his release shoot over my belly.

We both held ourselves, panting, letting our souls fall back down into our bodies as the pleasure slowly dissipated.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

I could only nod in response.

“Stay right there.” Callan stood and went to the basin, returning with a damp towel. He gave me a look when I reached for it. “No, Princess.”

First, he shimmied the ripped satin negligee down my backside and tossed in on the floor before he wiped my belly clean of the sticky streaks he had marked over me.

I’d had the urge to run my fingers through the white lines and taste him, all of him. Gods I wanted all kinds of things from him now. I’d thought that this may quench a thirst, but instead it had opened a floodgate. I wanted more.

Callan had turned and cleaned himself with the same towel before tossing it back by the basin and returning to bed. He climbed in next to me and slid an arm beneath me, so I was forced to lean into his shoulder.

Neither of us knew what to say, but the silence didn’t feel uncomfortable. We’d spent enough awkward nights together that it was beginning to feel familiar now. We stayed like that for a long while before Callan finally spoke.

“Watching you come is otherworldly,” he said casually, as he curled a lock of my hair between his fingers. I cracked an embarrassed smile.

I felt a sudden solemness. I had pledged myself to someone else only days ago and here I was, fresh from sex with another man. Wasn’t this a horrible betrayal? Shouldn’t I feel terrible? Or at least some tiny spec of guilt?

“Do you regret it?” I asked quietly.

Callan adjusted beside me. “That is a complicated question.”

“Not really…”

“It absolutely is. Doyouregret it, Reyah?”

“No.” My answer was final and resolute, and it surprised me at how quickly it came.

“You’re lucky then.” There was a certain heartbrokenness in his eyes. “I don’t regret what we did, Gods know I enjoyed every second of it. I only regret betraying my friend.”

Right, I felt silly for not taking his relationship with Kaspian into account. A relationship that obviously meant more to him than my own marriage to the man. I didn’t feel the slightest bit sorry for what we had just done. Especially knowing he would have taken Charlotte or Tanna to bed by now. Would he have expected me to keep chaste? It was one of the million things we’d never gotten the chance to discuss, but the fact that I didn’t feel any remorse for what I’d just done with Callan said enough.

“I gave you enough chances to say no…”

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