Page 32 of Accidentally Hitched (Unintentionally Yours #1)

“Do you like it?” I ask, nodding towards her plate. She takes a bite and does a full body sigh, practically melting into her seat. “It’s amazing. But for real. You pay me enough, Callum. Shit you pay me way more than enough. You don’t have to–” she stops. “Thank you.”

I smile. That’s all I wanted.

During dinner, we can’t help ourselves. Our knees continue to bump under the table, a game I think we’ve started to play on purpose now.

Our hands brush on the table and when we laugh, we hold each other's eyes for a moment longer than necessary. There is a happy hum in the room, even though she has yet to touch her wine. I take the hint that maybe she’s not a heavy drinker.

That maybe the girl I met in Vegas was a version of her forced by her sister and the real Amanda is more reserved than that.

Except for when we talk about music, which we find ourselves doing automatically every time we are together.

I clear the plates, and we make our way to the couch, glasses of iced tea in hand. “You can drink the wine,” she tells me. “I’m just not really feeling it right now.”

“I don’t need to drink alcohol to enjoy spending time with you, Amanda.” I face her on the couch, reaching over to brush her hair behind her ear. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

Her face flushes and she smiles modestly. “Okay.”

“Okay? Is that your normal response to being told how beautiful you are?”

Amanda half shrugs. “I guess I’m not used to being told that. Aside from catcalls, I don’t get a lot of attention, especially when Kate is around.”

“We aren’t going to talk about Kate,” I frown.

Or the catcalls. The thought of it makes me want to throat punch people.

“You really didn’t have to do all of this,” she says again. “You’re already doing so much for me.”

“I’m doing it because you are doing me a favor.

Because I enjoy being around you. Because you make my life not boring.

Nothing kills love for music like working in the music industry.

You’ve brought the joy back into it. I haven’t touched a guitar in years and now, I can’t seem to keep my hands from fidgeting to play more.

You’ve brought a spark back into my life, Amanda, and I just–”

“What are you trying to say?” she asks quietly, and I can practically see her heart pounding in her chest.

“I think you’re amazing, Amanda. You make me feel things I didn’t know I ever would.

I’ve been with a small handful of women throughout the years, but I never thought, never assumed, that I would ever feel anything.

My mom wasn’t around. I grew up having no idea what love looks like and with you, I think I’ve figured it out.

I see light and I feel excited and that’s saying a lot for me,” I sort of laugh.

I can’t believe the way I am talking right now. “I just…I have never felt like this.”

“Like what?” her words come out breathy.

“Like I am falling for you. Hard. Everything about you takes my breath away.”

Amanda’s eyes are alive with color and emotion and even though she is smiling, her chin quivers slightly and I frown.

“Did I say something wrong?” I ask, suddenly worried.

“No. Not at all. I just…I feel the same way.”

Amanda smiles and a smirk pulls at the corners of my lips too and I lean in. “Enough talking about it then. I want to show you.”

I grab her by the hips and tug her down to me.

She falls on her back on the couch with a small shriek as I begin to kiss her everywhere.

I start with her knee, making her giggle and work my way up her soft thigh.

She smells like lavender and bathwater but as I get closer to her pussy, even through the satin shorts, I can smell her want for me.

I can tell she is already wet, and I am suddenly dying of thirst.

I tug the shorts off and toss them aside.

“No panties?” I ask and she shakes her head slowly, biting her lip. “Naughty girl.”

“Is that bad?” she purrs, and I groan, a fire building deep in my stomach and spreading elsewhere.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were expecting this. Expecting to make love to me.”

“Is that what we are calling it now? Making love?” she asks, her tone bratty as fuck.

I love it.

“We will call it whatever I say we will call it. Your job is to moan.”

With that, I yank her hips up to my face and devour her, covering her sweet, ready pussy with my mouth.

“Fuck!” she cries out.

I lap my tongue over her, from her clit to her slit, making it open more with each lick. She is absolutely dripping, and I can’t get enough. Sweet, hot, tangy. It’s like a drug the way it makes me high, the way it makes me go crazy. The way I cannot get enough.

I press the tip of my tongue inside her and she moans. I need to taste her. More and more, deeper and deeper. I lick and swirl my tongue inside of her before pressing my mouth hard against her and suck.

“Callum. Oh fuck. Callum…” Amanda is writhing on the couch, her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, her mouth popped open in a perfect O.

I could stick my dick inside that O. Her lips were made to be wrapped around my cock.

But I won’t. Right now, I want her to feel all the pleasure. I want it to be all about her.

I continue to suckle on her, my top lip purposely massaging into her clit. I can tell by the way she is shuddering under my touch that the sensations, all different and all crashing together, are sending her into a frenzy. But I don’t want her to come. Not yet. Not for a long time.

“Slow down, baby girl. I’m not letting you spiral that fast. Not tonight.

Tonight, I want you to feel every sensation,” I pull her tank top up, revealing no bra (fucking tease) and I kiss my way up to her breasts.

I cover one nipple with my mouth, my tongue flicking and teasing it until it’s rock hard between my lips.

Then I switch to the other, pampering each one, back and forth and back and forth until her hips grind up against me, desperate for contact.

Desperate for something hard. Desperate for friction.

“You are impatient, little minx. But tonight is all about pleasure.”

“I need to get off,” she begs. I chuckle, a low raspy sound that comes from a darker place inside of me.

A place that loves domming her. Loves when that otherwise saucy mouth of hers is stuck in a permanent O, save for when she bites her lip, needing something to chew on while I push her towards the edge and then reel her back in.

“You will come when I am ready for you to come. And not a moment sooner.”

With that, I tease both of her nipples in my fingers. Her body dances on the couch in a mock orgasm because nipple play is enough to drive her positively crazy but not actually get her off and I fucking love it.

Amanda bucks her hips up into me and her pussy rubs against my hard cock. Even through my slacks I can feel her, hot, pulsing, needy and now that I have felt it, I am not going to be able to pull back. I need the contact too.

“Let me,” she undoes the button and zipper on my pants and shoves her hand inside. But before she can take hold of me, I pull her hand back out.

“No. Not yet. You will do as I say.”

“But I want to feel you,” she snaps back, and I love that she is getting feisty. She’s all teeth right now and I fucking love it.

“You want to feel me? Feel this, sweetheart.”

I flip her over on her hands and knees and yank her hips into the air.

Her pink, wet pussy is on full display between her soft peachy thighs.

My God I’d love to eat her out from this angle.

Just spread her wide and feast. But I’m pretty sure that if I even dare.

She is going to come almost immediately. And I don’t want that.

Instead, I lose the slacks and shirt, then I get back on my knees behind her.

“Are you ready for it?” I ask.

“Yes,” she nods, her head against the pillow on the couch and her ass mounted high.

“You want to feel it?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says more urgently than before.

I smirk and raise my hand, slapping her across the ass hard. She yips in surprise before moaning in satisfaction.

“You like that?” I ask, kissing the spot where a red handprint is already forming.

“Mmhmm…”

“You are a bad girl,” I say grittily against her thigh.

“Only for you.”

Fuck me….

That earns her another spank, on the other cheek of course. And with that, her pussy drips. Goddamn…she is a kinky girl. I will tuck that away for later. Right now, if my dick remains this hard for any longer, it’s going to crack.

I palm her ass cheeks in my hands and grip before spreading her wide, opening her eager pussy up for me. Then I drive myself inside and both of us moan.

“Fuck you feel so good,” she whimpers.

“And you are fucking unreal,” I tell her, spanking her ass one last time. Then I pump into her, thrusting my cock deeper and deeper until she is full of me and I’m buried in her.

“You have the tightest, sweetest pussy I have ever felt, baby girl.”

“It’s all yours,” she says breathily. Her cheeks are flushed, and I can’t help but smirk at that. Two sets of pink cheeks. God, she is delicious.

“Say that again.”

“My pussy is yours.”

“Again.”

“I am yours.”

I flip her over and lower down to her, my eyes locked on hers, my lips brushing her own.

“Again,” I whisper gruffly.

“I am all yours, Callum Hardin.”

“And I am yours.”

I kiss her deeply, slowly, intentionally.

She wraps her arms and legs around me and for a moment, it's all warm skin, nothing between us.

Just all of her pressed against all of me.

And despite loving the foreplay, loving the tease and the game and the excitement of it all, if I could stay like this… doing this…forever, I would.

I want this forever.

It’s not a thought I’ve ever felt. But it’s real. Right now, with her, kissing on the couch is the realest thing I’ve ever felt.

We roll to the side and when we do, she shifts her weight, so I am on the bottom, and she is sitting on top of me. Then, she mounts me, my dick thrusting deep inside of her.

“Fuck me,” I let out gripping her love handles in my hands.

“That was the plan,” she teases with a smirk and just for that, I buck my hips up, driving me deeper into her and making her moan.

After that, she rides me, hard and rhythmic. And goddamn, this woman just keeps getting better and better with every position. I know what Sam Hunt was singing about now. If bodies are like backroads, this woman is Tennessee. One, slow, gorgeous curve after another.

Suddenly, I realize I am going to come. It’s racing through my veins fast and hard.

“Amanda…baby…”

“I know, me too…” she lets out and just like that, we both go over the edge. It’s like our bodies and our souls link hands and spiral down, over and over, wave after wave until crashing into the warm sea, taking us both alive.