Page 25 of The Consequence of You (Heathley Academy #2)

“I need you inside me.” Her sweet voice breaks the silence and I still. “If that’s what you want?”

Her uncertainty is amusing considering I’m seconds from blowing.

“Fuck yes,” I growl, and I feel her relax again. “Let me get a condom.” I climb off her, but before I stand, she grabs my hand.

“Wait. I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. We don’t have to use one if you don’t want to.”

I never compromise on condoms. Not ever. I don’t have many rules, but that’s one of them. But the thought of being bare inside her? The thought of coating her inner walls with my hot, wet seed? I groan and bite my fist. It makes me want to throw my rule book out of the window.

Fuck, she’s so perfect lying there, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip.

I’m not sure when it happened. When did her perfection stop winding me up? When had I started appreciating her for who she is? Who is this woman who makes me want to fuck bare for the first time in my life?

I don’t want to say no to her and I’m certain I’m clean but until I get tested and can guarantee it, I’m not taking any risks with her. I tell her I’d rather use a condom, and she nods, no questions asked.

Callie has no idea of the conflict in my mind as I tear open the packet and sheath myself before crawling back over her, resuming the position we were in just seconds ago. Her breathing slows and deepens.

She feels tiny beneath me, but I have no intention of going easy on her.

I’m going to unleash myself on her delicate body.

Something tells me Callie can take anything I give her.

She may be petite but she’s strong. I saw her in yoga, and she takes self-defence class.

She’s fitter than the average person. As if she can read my mind, she wraps her legs around my back, dragging my body closer, inviting me to take her, and in one move, I slam inside her.

She’s slick from her earlier orgasm, but her inner walls hug me tightly, and the sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before.

Holy hell, she really is perfect in every way.

I still, letting her adjust to my intrusion, but before long she whispers a clear demand,

“Fuck me please, Asher.”

She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I unleash myself on her, rutting, and slamming into her, over and over, lifting her legs to rest on my shoulders, first one over each, and then both over the same shoulder.

She matches my rhythm, tightening and clenching around my cock as I hit that sweet spot deep inside her. She whimpers,

“I’m going to come,” but before she can, I pull out and flip her over. She squeals in surprise, and I yank her hips back, pulling her arse up, presenting her slick pussy to me. Grabbing a pillow, I slide it under her hips.

Instead of instantly sliding straight back inside her, I take a minute to admire the view. She twists around trying to see why I’ve stopped, and when she sees me studying her, she blushes the prettiest shade of pink. It's so fucking cute.

Grabbing my dick, I tug it a few times, slowly and deliberately, before pushing back into her, slowly this time.

I watch in raptures as she takes me, inch by glorious inch.

The sight of my dick entering her is like nothing else, and I already know I’ll be seeing this image in my dreams for years to come.

Sliding in and out, I savour every moment, until she’s squirming with need below me.

“Asher,” she pleads with wanton abandon, and I fucking love it.

Hearing my name on her lips has my balls drawing up, and I do everything I can to stave off my orgasm.

Reaching underneath her, I tug at one of the silver bars through her nipples.

The extra stimulation is exactly what she needs and her walls clench around me like a vice as she cries out my name again.

My entire body tenses as I come, harder and longer than I thought was possible. I swear I’ve never come this much before; a little leaks out of the sides of the condom and I can’t find it in me to care.

Something about this beautiful woman makes me want to paint her milky white skin with my own milky white cum. I want it on her tits, her arse, her pussy, her lips. My mind is filled with the image of it leaking from her pussy and mouth, and I feel myself hardening again.

What the hell is happening to me?

My father would lose his mind if he could see my thoughts right now, let alone if he found out signing an NDA hasn’t occurred to me even once while I’ve been with her. I don’t give a fuck, and it’s disconcerting, yet so right at the same time.

Tying a knot in the condom, I climb off the bed and throw it in the bathroom bin. I wash my hands, take a piss and get a flannel to clean her up, but she's already dressed in a baggy t-shirt and leggings when I get back into the room.

My heart drops. She’d better not be thinking about fleeing again. I clench my hands, ready to call her out if she thinks she’s doing this bullshit again. But for once, there’s no sign of her withdrawing. She’s fucking smiling. And it’s dazzling.

She pats the bed next to her, and I’m surprised to see she’s got a movie ready to go on the television. Seeing Callie like this, sated and carefree makes me feel warm inside in a way I don’t fully understand but I like it. I like it a lot.

We flick through various channels and discover we have very similar taste in movies.

Turns out we both love Adam Sandler, and for the next few hours we indulge in some classic comedy.

The sort that makes us both laugh out loud.

I thought her sex noises were the best sound I’d ever heard, but when she giggles, sweet mother of God, it’s something else.

I want to hear it again, and I promise myself, I’ll make it my life’s mission to find out more of the things that make this beautiful woman happy and give them to her whenever I can.

It’s 2am and Callie has fallen asleep. I’d had a drink from the bathroom tap but I’m still thirsty, so I slide off the bed and go in search of the kitchen.

Despite the late hour, Rossi is sitting in the large kitchen scrolling through his phone, looking every bit the protective psycho bodyguard. If he was a few years older, he could almost pass for a protective psycho father.

He crosses his arms and sits back in his chair, eyeing me sternly as I walk in. He runs his gaze over me, no doubt taking in my messy hair and my half-unbuttoned shirt and is reaching the obvious conclusion.

“Don’t bother.” I get in, before he can say anything, and he simply raises his eyebrow at me. “Don’t bother with the lecture. You’re not her father. She’s an adult who can make her own decisions.” He cocks his brow at my boldness, but I’m not about to change who I am for this jerk.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking about it, though.”

“Actually, young man, I was thinking it’s about time Miss Callie did something fun. Acted her age for once. I am surprised she chose you to have fun with, though.”

What the ever-loving fuck?

“Why wouldn’t she choose me? I’m from excellent breeding. I’m well educated. And look at me.” I wave my hands in front of me, no idea why I suddenly care so much about what this prick thinks. Much to my chagrin, he just chuckles and goes back to his phone.

Storming past him, I fling open cupboard after cupboard until I eventually find the glasses. I fill two of them with cold water. I had hoped to make us both some coffee, but I’m not spending a minute more than I must in here with this judgemental arsehole.

“Tell her I’ll be working out if she needs me,” he calls after me as I head back up the stairs to her room.

Callie was asleep when I left her, but she’s sitting up now. Her hair is tangled from sleep, and she’s still wearing the black t-shirt she threw on earlier. She’s lost the leggings though. Her black mascara is smudged around her eyes, and I love the just fucked look on her .

“Saw your bodyguard downstairs. He is full of joy, isn’t he?”

Her smile falters a little.

“Did he say something?”

“About?”

“About you being here?”

“Not really. Just that he was glad you’re having fun. Said he’ll be working out if you need him.”

Callie seems relieved, and I pass her one of the glasses of water before settling on the corner of the bed, opposite her. We both take a long drink, our eyes never leaving each other’s. Once our glasses are empty, I place them both on the bedside table.

Stripping off my shirt and trousers, I lay them over the back of her desk chair.

I cross the room and slide under the sheet and lift her quickly, so she’s straddling me. She has no panties under her t-shirt, and I can’t help but groan when I realise the only thing separating her warm pussy from my cock is the thin layer of fabric of my boxer shorts.

“Your hands are freezing!” she squeals as I grip her waist. Her bare skin has goosebumps covering it as I rub my hands up and down, trying to warm them, before quickly shoving my hands under her top and tweaking both her nipples. “You bastard!” But there is no real heat in her words.

She grabs a pillow from beside me and swats me with it, before jumping up onto her feet.

I grab another pillow and jump down onto the floor before swatting her back.

Before I know it, a full-on pillow fight has broken out between us.

We pummel each other, and before long, my pillow splits and there are white feathers everywhere.

Callie sneezes and it might be the cutest thing ever.

Her nose wrinkles up and she barely makes a sound.

Our fight is playful and fun, and I thought her snippiness made me hard, but this side of her makes me even harder.

It might be just a kid’s game, but my boxers are tented and my cock painfully stiff, knowing she’s bare under that t-shirt.

We’re both breathing heavily as she goes to hit me again, but she’s too slow.

Grabbing her pillow, I launch it across the room.