Page 21 of Accidentally Hitched (Unintentionally Yours #1)

He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes tracing over my face, down my neck, over the swell of my breasts. It’s like I’m a dessert and he’s trying to decide which part of me to devour next.

His thumbs trace over my nipples, making them instantly hard under the sheer satin dress. “All…the…time…” Callum repeats and I moan.

“I think about you too,” I say, shuddering at his touch.

“Do you? Tell me what you think about,” he growls, his thumbs pressing harder, teasing my nipples with more aggression. “Tell me what you need.”

She lets out a breath. “I want you to fuck me…”

“Yes?”

“In your bed.”

“So, take me to my bedroom. And lose the clothes on the way.”

I know what he’s telling me to do. It’s not something I’ve ever done before. But I mean, if Callum can do a strip tease, I suppose I can too. I lock my eyes on his and then slowly turn around and wait.

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” he asks.

“Nothing…it’s just…my dress. It unties in the back.”

It’s a corset back and while I can probably figure it out on my own, I think this would be a whole lot sexier if he did it for me.

Callum takes a step closer, and he moves my hair to the side.

I feel his hot breath on my neck. His fingertips on my bare shoulders.

My chest rises and falls jaggedly in anticipation.

Then I feel him tug at the satin strings, pulling them until my dress is loose.

He slips his hand inside, snaking it around my stomach and pulling me back against him.

Then he reaches down, his fingers finding my panties. I gasp as he uses his middle finger to trace the length of me from clit to entrance, down and up and down again. Then, he stops, pulling his hand out and stepping back.

Knees trembling from the contact, I take hold of the sides of the dress, pulling it down over my hips.

I bend at the waist as I shove the dress to the floor.

Then I come back up, knowing full well the way my ass looks with the motion.

In nothing but heels, panties and a strapless bra, I step out of the dress and take a few steps.

Normally, I am not like this.

I wear cotton shorts and band t-shirts and pad around my place barefoot. But this place is different. It’s sleek and sexy and it makes me feel the same. I am not me when I am here in his space.

I am the girl in the red dress from Vegas.

I am his.

And I want him.

I make my way to the staircase and stop. Then, I turn and look at him. His eyes are hard across the room, watching my every move. I reach around and undo the latch on my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I can feel the heat of his eyes on my bare breasts.

After that, while still looking at him, I slide my panties off and step out of them too.

Then, I take one, two, three steps up the stairs, look at him and curl my finger in a come here motion.

I am not even halfway up the stairs when I feel him bounding up behind me. I gasp as he spins me around, kissing me hard.

“You are such a tease. Such a good girl.”

“Did I do it right?” I ask.

Callum smiles into my mouth and pulls back. Then, standing three steps below me he lowers to his knees. He takes one of my legs by my thigh and drapes it up over his shoulder then presses his lips to me.

“Oh fuck,” I let out, reaching for the railing to hold onto. His tongue slides over my clit and down to my slit and back up. “Fuck me.”

“Does that answer your question, baby girl?”

I nod, because I can’t manage words at this point as Callum's tongue laps over me. He finds my clit and suckles, flicking with the tip of his tongue.

“That feels so good. I can’t…I’m going to…” I stutter, my legs trembling.

“I won’t let you fall,” he assures me. Then he slides his middle finger inside me and thrusts it in and out, his thumb pressing into my clit. “But I will bring you to your knees.”

My hands tighten on the rail as he pumps his finger in and out of me, faster and harder. I can feel myself dripping down his finger.

“Fuck me, baby girl. You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“I need…to come,” I beg. “Please.”

Callum pulls his hand away and grabs me by the hips, yanking me towards his mouth. His tongue finds my clit again, sucking and lapping until the heat rushes between my legs and I pop, my body bursting into the orgasm.

“Oh, my God!” I scream as it ripples over me, wave after wave. My legs literally feel like they are going to give out. But on cue, Callum picks me up and carries me up the rest of the stairs.

We march to the bed, and he tosses me on it. I land with a yelp and a smile. My body is still writhing from the aftershock of the orgasm, half exhausted and half wanting more. Needing more. Needing…that.

My eyes widen as he drops his pants and frees his long, smooth cock from its cage.

“Jesus,” I let out, watching as he strips the rest of the way down and strokes himself.

I will say, just for scale, this man has big hands. Big, powerful, strong hands. But even still, his dick is large enough, long enough that one stroke is a full motion from tip to base. A pump that hardens the veins in his forearm and defines his bicep with each glide.

“You want it, baby girl? You want me?”

“Yes.”

“Show me you want me.”

I lay back and put my feet on the bed, knees wide, pussy waiting.

“Mmm…” the groan escapes his lips, low and gravelly as he crawls on top of me. His hands rest on the bed on either side of my head, caging me in.

I rake my hands through his hair, releasing the spicy, sweet, salty pheromones of his sweat into the air.

And I want him.

I want all of him.

Callum slides himself inside me and I moan, the stretch giving way to pleasure.

“Is it too much?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No. No but we shouldn’t be doing this,”

“Oh really? So, you want me to stop?” he asks knowing full well I don’t want that. In fact, I think I just might die if he stopped.

“No, I just…fuck that feels good. But we…aren’t…”

“We aren’t what? Together? I don’t give a shit, Amanda. You might be my fake wife, but the orgasm you’re about to have is very, very real.”

Callum drives further and further, crashing his hips into mine. “Fuck me! You feel so good,” he growls. “Do you still think we should stop?”

“Don’t even think about it,” I snap back and Callum chuckles.

“That’s my good girl. Now who’s pussy is it?”

“Yours,” I whisper.

“Say it again!”

“It’s your pussy, Callum. It belongs to you.”

With that, I lift my hips up to him, bucking against him harder and harder until the orgasm explodes inside of me before ripping through him.

Callum collapses on top of me, kissing me hard. Stealing what little air I have left in my lungs.

The next morning, I roll over and it takes me a while to realize where I am. Giant California King bed, wall of windows overlooking the now awake city, sleek stone railing overlooking the living area down below.

Callum’s.

I am at Callum’s penthouse, in his bed.

And the house smells like…breakfast.

I grab the sheet and wrap it around myself, making my way down the stairs. I find Callum in the kitchen. He’s in gym pants and nothing else. His hair is tousled from the night before and in the sunlight, I can see the shimmer of a salt and pepper five-o-clock shadow.

“Something smells good,” I say, sitting at a counter stool.

“Veggie frittata,” he says, pulling a cast iron out of the oven. It’s a gorgeous display of eggs, mushrooms, spinach, onions, feta and peppers. My mouth waters. “I also have multi grain toast and there’s coffee.”

“Yes please. To all of it,” I smile and push my hair back from my forehead. I must look crazy right now. But Callum just smiles. He makes our plates and hands me a mug of coffee. We dig in, me sitting on the stool in my sheet and him standing across from me shirtless and perfectly messy.

“There’s something I’d like to talk about,” he says after a few minutes.

I stop chewing as dread fills my stomach.

He wants me to leave.

We shouldn’t have done this.

We took it too far and he wants me out.

A million worries flood my head, and I feel like I’m going to throw up.

“I’ll…get dressed,” I say. But before I can hop off the chair he stops me.

“I think…we should move in together.”