Page 44 of Through Any Fire (Any x #1)

Cal sweeps a thumb over my cheek, and I tilt my face to his.

He continues, “I’ve loved you from the moment I knew what the word meant.

Any breath we spent apart, I dreamed of one day being back here with you.

I knew it was foolish but, Ren, I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.

Never been consumed by someone like you’ve consumed me.

And the only thing I learned from all our time apart is that I never could.

You’re woven into the fabric of my soul. Without you, there is no me.”

His words heal something in me, and the ache that used to throb between my ribs doesn’t feel as sharp.

Sure, there’s a dull pain from the remnants of knowing we spent so long apart when we could’ve been together, but I can’t think like that.

I can’t spend my life wishing it had worked out one way, not when I have Cal here in front of me, giving me everything I’ve been wishing for.

I don’t know what to say; my thoughts are a jumbled mess. So instead, I crash into him.

His lips tangle with mine, our bodies fusing together, finally reunited after so long apart.

His hand slides down to cup the curve of my ass, pulling me closer.

One of his legs slides between mine, notching up into my center.

I can’t help it, I grind myself on his thigh, moaning into his mouth.

He swallows each sound, drawing them out as one hand settles on my hip, dragging my body back and forth over his thigh.

“That’s it. Ride my leg, Bunny.” His words are a growl against my lips, and I whimper.

His free hand sweeps my damp hair behind my ear, pulling my face back with a firm grip as he stares deeply into my eyes.

Cal watches intently, hooded gaze flickering over my face, my parted lips, the pulse in my neck.

He growls, slamming his mouth to mine. Devouring me.

Back and forth I grind on his leg, the slick from my arousal making a mess, but it only seems to spurn Cal on further.

The hair on his legs is soft, teasing against my swollen sex, and the heat builds in my core as I lose myself to the rhythm.

Cal whispers depraved filth into my ear, and my eyes flutter shut, chasing the release he’s sending me hurtling toward.

He takes his time, dragging my center over his thigh in an agonizing pace, speeding me up and slowing me down, easing me off that cliffside with each drag of my hips.

It should shock me just how well he plays my body even after so long apart, but it doesn’t.

Even when we were teens, he learned what strings to pull so quickly my head spun .

As the bright moonlight shines into the room, I lose myself in him.

My pace falters, and right as I explode, Cal captures my mouth with a searing kiss.

I groan into his mouth, but he just kisses me with even more ferocity, holding my weight as I tremble on top of him.

My heart thuds, and I pull back, gasping for air and bracing myself using Cal’s shoulders.

Cal smiles, eyes twinkling and dimple making an appearance. “Good job, Bunny.”

Heat flushes my face and chest, the blood rushing to my cheeks.

His praise warms something inside me, and I fight the urge to hide from his affection.

Cal notices and sweeps a gentle thumb over my cheek.

I nuzzle into his palm and sigh, the throb of his hard cock poking my side. My eyes pop open, my mouth watering.

I slide down Cal’s body until my lips are inches from his rigid length.

I reach a tentative hand to grip at its base where dark, trimmed hair tickles the length of my pinky.

Cal hisses when I make contact, groaning when I squeeze it tighter.

Watching from hooded eyes, his nostrils flare when I slip my fingers down my body, rolling them around my soaked entrance and thrusting inside three times.

When they’re sufficiently soaked, I wrap my fist around his cock once more, slicking the shaft with my arousal and orgasm.

Cal groans, head tipping backward onto the pillow as I work him over.

The moment my lips press to the crown of his cock, his eyes fly back open.

For several strokes, he just watches, a mix between awe, lust, and disbelief swirling behind his brown eyes.

I pick up the pace, using my fist to twist and squeeze the base of his cock that I can’t fit in my mouth.

Cal’s hand sweeps my hair over my shoulder, gathering it in his fist as his hips thrust upward .

My gaze slices to his as I relax my jaw and flatten my tongue, giving him the chance to fuck my throat.

“Fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

“That’s it, Ren. Swallow my cock down.” His strokes are slow but sharp as his hips thrust his rigid length into my mouth.

Salty precum mixes with my saliva, and I swallow around his length, eliciting a groan from the man below me.

The crown of his cock hits the back of my throat, and tears burn in my eyes, but don’t spill over just yet.

Heat gathers in my core, never fully having left from my earlier orgasm, but I keep my attention on the way Cal’s fingers grip my hair, the way my body presses against his, the way his length fills my mouth. Cal thrusts faster, harder, and the first tear slips over my cheek.

“You look so beautiful like this.” His words are oddly reverent and tugs at something in my chest. Cal continues to thrust, and his free hand slides into my hair, gripping the strands and pulling my face even closer to his pubic bone.

It triggers my gag reflex, and I choke on his cock, but he doesn’t stop.

Cal doesn’t ask—he takes—and it has always been my downfall.

His thrusts speed until tears are streaming down my face, the little air I can breathe in through my nose causing black dots to appear in my periphery. The salty mix of precum and saliva pools in my mouth, spilling over my chin with each thrust.

Then Cal explodes in my mouth with a groan, holding the sides of my face over his cock as ropes of cum shoot into the back of my throat.

His hips shudder under me, a shaky laugh escaping from his muscular chest. Before I can swallow, his thumb hooks into my mouth, pulling my jaw down so he can admire the pool of cum on my tongue .

He tsks , a devilish curl to his lips sending a bolt of electricity to my core. “That’s my pretty wife.” He shoves his thumb into my mouth, and I suck on it for a beat until he pulls it out, tipping my jaw shut in silent command.

His cum is salty and thick, but it slides down my throat easily.

My lips curl into a sweet smile as I climb up his body.

Cal’s touch is gentle this time, swiping the tears away and placing a tender kiss against my brow.

We fall into an old, yet familiar, routine, as Cal cleans me, and I use the bathroom.

No words are exchanged, just two souls dancing in the moonlight of revived memories and familiar steps.

We find ourselves back in the bed, slumber tugging at my eyelids as I lay on his chest. Our legs tangle once more, and I breathe a sigh of relief at the comfort. Cal’s arms band around me, holding me tightly to his chest as we drift off.

I’m slipping into unconsciousness when I think I hear him speak. The words are muffled, or wrong somehow, but it almost sounds like an apology.