Chapter Twenty-Five

Gray

She laughs softly as I lift her off her feet in the entranceway, pressing her face against my chest. The house is silent as Wes and Emery, presumably, are asleep. But Callie’s right. We need to be quiet and careful. My entire body is burning with hunger for her, my manhood solid, my tip pushing against my pants as precome pulses hotly out of me.

When I saw her standing in front of my house, she was like an angelic silhouette, her curves dominating the night, claiming it. Owning it. Owning me. I feel more than a little insane as I walk down the hall toward my bedroom.

She groans when I lean down and press my lips against her neck. Her noises have an unhinged quality like she’s trying to stop herself from screaming out with lust, as if she’s on the edge already. That makes me even harder, even more savage.

I open the door by bumping it with my shoulder, then walk across the room as quietly as I can and lie her down. Returning to the door, I close and lock it. I want to howl like a fucking animal with all this need burning up inside me. During the drive back, I was smiling like a loon. We went for each other at the same time . The same impulse drove us.

Now, smiling is the furthest thing from me. I turn to find her lying on her side, her hand propped under her head, the gradations of her voluptuous body on full display.

“Are you trying to turn me into a madman?”

“I think it’s too late for that,” she whispers, laughing softly.

I climb on top of her, kissing her intensely as I push my crotch against her. My rod gets even stiffer as I grind it up and down the thin fabric of her sweatpants. Both of us are wearing casual clothes, the fabric loose-fitting, letting us feel steamy previews of the other person’s nakedness.

I kiss across her cheek, returning to her neck. The noises she makes when I kiss her neck are goddamn addictive.

She slides her hand down my neck, over my back, clawing with her fingernails. Her moans are urgent as she tugs at my shirt. I lift my arms, and she pulls it over my head, whimpering as she sinks her nails into my bare skin. She scrapes up and down my back as if she doesn’t want there to be any space between us.

I lean up slightly and meet her eyes. She looks as unhinged as I feel. “Fair’s fair,” I tell her huskily.

She smiles, raises her arms. I tear her shirt over her head, then unclip her bra, staring in awe as her breasts spill free. She’s so full , so gorgeous, so perfect. Her nipples look hard with her lust, her big tits so juicy I can feel precome surging up my shaft. I lean down, pushing her tits together, taking her nipples in my mouth and sucking greedily. She moans and shivers against me, sliding her hands through my hair.

“You’re making me…” For a moment, I think nerves will stop her from going further. That just makes it all the hotter when she pushes the words out. “So freaking wet.”

“Fuck,” I growl. “Keep going…”

Still massaging her bosom with one hand, obsessively sucking and licking her nipples, I slide the other down her body.

“My pussy’s so, so wet,” she goes on, the nerves draining out of her voice, replaced by excitement. “Oh, fuck, Gray. Remember the gym? Remember when I was thrusting for you? I was thinking about doing this.”

“Me too,” I groan, slipping my hand under her waistband, my balls flooded with my seed. There’s so much tension in me I feel like I could erupt. “I was staring at your abundant, gorgeous, virgin body, and I just knew I had to have you. My dick was hard—as hard as it is now. And I knew I had to slide into your tight, inexperienced, wet pussy and make you burn with desire. I knew I had to fuck you hard and deep until you were melting for me.”

“Oh, God,” she moans. “Don’t stop—either.”

I don’t have to ask what she means by either . She wants more talking and more touching, which is more than fine by me.

I slip my hand over her feminine haven, finding her bud and pushing my finger against it. She gasps and closes her leg around my hand. I growl, gently biting her nipple, kissing, owning, obsessing.

“I wanted you the first moment I saw you,” I growl. “You drove me crazy in those summer dresses you always wear.”

“Those—old—things?” she pants.

“Yes,” I snarl. “They’re perfect. They show your figure so damn well. They show your shape, Callie, your curves, your everything.” I rub her pearl from side to side, up and down, applying more pressure, savoring the feel of her wetness, the sensation of her body trembling. “I wanted to fuck you the first moment I saw you. I wanted more than that, too.”

I can’t take it anymore. I start kissing down her body, over her mounds, past her stomach, toward her sanctuary. I grip her pants and her underwear together in greedy handfuls, then pull them down her body, revealing the tender planes of her thighs and the glistening pinkness of her virgin entrance.

Tossing her clothes onto the floor, I stare at her wetness, my breath coming fast, my cock swelling even more, somehow. I slide my hands up her thighs, kissing up her skin as I go, tasting her sweat, tasting just her. The closer I get to her gates, the more intense her scent becomes, gripping me on a primal, wild level.

I slide my hand around to her ass, indulgently grabbing her as I finally begin to kiss her slick folds. Her moaning almost makes me rush the process, almost turning me into a full beast. I could tear off my pants, guide my precome-slick head to her entrance, drive in and take her virginity savagely, push and push until I’m fully buried inside of her. I could own every single inch.

But this is her first time. And I don’t want to rush things, anyway. I want this to last for as long as I can draw it out. I want to savor every songlike moaning noise she makes. I want to revel in the slickness of her hole, the neediness of her horny nub. I take her clit in my mouth, sucking, pushing my tongue against it.

“Oh—fuck—”

I look up briefly to see that she’s grabbed a pillow, shoved it against her face. She’s biting down as if she can’t believe how good it feels. I bring my finger to her entrance, circle it slowly at the same time as licking her clit. She let out a long cock-twitching moan when I pushed my finger inside.

All the time, I’m sucking, licking, lavishing her clit with attention. I’ve never been hungrier, more consumed. My mind flashes with memories of her, her summer dresses rubbing against her body, her bouncing up and down on the trampoline, in the gym, thrusting, moaning, rehearsing for this moment.

She gasps and slides her hand over my head.

“Your mouth feels so good,” she gasps urgently, then bites down on the pillow again. “Oh—oh—oh…”

I wish I could somehow watch as her body trembles for me, float up in the room, and stare down at her. But her sounds and her touch are enough. I flick my tongue against her needy-as-fuck clit, her haven making slick noises as I slide in and out, savoring the sound of her pulsing pussy. Her virgin hole grips me tighter and tighter the hungrier I get. She’s getting close to the edge, her lust expanding.

I feel when her orgasm is about to strike her. It’s not just from how her muffled moans get loud, even with the pillow trapping them. It’s the way her body talks to me, her walls getting tight around my finger, her clit growing hot in my mouth, her hips twitching.

I fuck her with my finger, suck on her clit, then close my eyes and savor the noise of her muffled screams into the pillow. My dick can hardly take any more, my head swimming with the desire.

I stand up when her body goes limp and orgasm has passed. She leans up on her elbows, causing her breasts to sway for me. Her eyes gleam with a mixture of desire and wonder.

“Heck, Gray,” she murmurs.

“Do you have any idea how innocent you sound when you say heck ?”

She smiles. “Why do you sound like that turns you on, huh?”

She’s read me like a book—no surprise there. She leans forward, reaching for my pants. I’m stuck in place, captivated, too enthralled to move. “It’s almost like you want me to be your virgin, just yours…”

“It means you’ll only ever be mine,” I growl. “And I don’t care how crazy that makes me sound.”

“Remember what I said? It’s too late to care about sounding crazy…”

I let out a broken growl when she pulls down my pants and my briefs. My length springs free. She leans back, her mouth falling open, her eyebrows raised as if her virgin mind is trying to calculate the logistics of this. But then I see her visibly push the nerves away.

She wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking up and down, slowly at first, and then faster as she leans forward and… oh, fuck . She brings her mouth to the head of my cock, looking up at me with her eyebrow raised.

“It’ll be better if your dick is wet, right?” she murmurs.

“Fuh- fuck …”

She kisses the head of my cock, then opens her mouth and sucks my tip while stroking up and down my base. I’m shuddering all over as she moves faster, my seed threatening to boil over. She starts to suck more of me, her warm mouth slipping lower, but I shudder and take a step back.

For a second, she looks almost hurt. But then this confident, sassy, beautiful smile touches her lips. She nods. She knows why I stepped back without me having to say she’s pushing me too close to the edge, making it so, any second, I could explode into her mouth.

“I need your pussy,” I groan. “I need your tight virgin hole. I need you , Callie. Always.”

Nerves flit across her eyes. But only for a moment. Then she lies back and lets her thighs fall open. Her entrance winks at me, teases me, taunts me with what’s to come. I climb on top of her, my balls feeling heavy as my cock bobs up and down, sliding up her inner thigh.

She shivers and slides her hands around my neck, over my back.

I grip my shaft and guide my tip to her core. When I brush against her folds, the noise she makes is intoxicating. I feel drunk, high on my woman. My woman . Not that long ago, the idea that I’d think these words about anybody would be absurd. But that coldness seems so, so distant from us now. These words seem like the only ones I could use when it comes right down to it with Callie.

I push into her tightness, my head getting light with the sudden influx of pleasure. She clasps my face in her hands, nodding urgently up at me, coaxing me to go deeper, deeper.

“Does it hurt?” I growl.

“No,” she whispers. “But… take it slow.”

I was planning on doing that anyway, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy. I arch my back and slowly, inch by inch, glide inside of her, our bodies fusing. Any doubt melts away when I’m finally fully buried in her virgin body. She bites down, staring into my eyes, and then a smile slowly and gorgeously melts across her face.

“Oh, Gray,” she whimpers. “Gray, Gray…”

“Callie,” I growl.

Maybe it shouldn’t mean much, saying each other’s names, but it means everything. It contains all the lust and desire we’ve stored up inside ourselves. It contains all the heat. All the knowledge that, somehow, we’re certain this is forever. We tried to fight it. But naturally, our affection for each other was built brick by easy brick until we couldn’t ignore it anymore.

What about the future? What about our obstacles?

They don’t matter as I gently slide out of her, then push myself back inside of her. She gasps and lets my face go, her hands clawing at the sheets instead. I slip in faster next time, watching her carefully, my length buzzing with a sensation I can barely take. But there’s no damn way I’m going to deprive myself of the feeling of her walls fluttering around my dick with another orgasm.

Her big tits jiggle as I glide out and then push back in. She moans and starts rocking her hips in time with my movements. It’s like our bodies know each other better than our minds. But that’s always been the case with us. Ever since we met, our bodies have known a truth our souls have tried to deny. We’re meant for each other .

My instinct is proven right when her walls let me glide in and out of her body seamlessly, telling me wordlessly that her body has gotten over the first hump of her virginity. She’s able to fully enjoy what we’re doing.

As if I need more proof, she grabs my shoulders and starts pumping her hips. I almost howl at the sexy-as-fuck sight and feel of her fully letting go. She sinks her touch into me, claiming me as much as I’m claiming her. Our rhythm becomes unstoppable.

I rock my hips like we’re racing toward a shared finish. Each time I slide out, she shifts, and then she moves down so that our sexes meet in a collision of hot-as-hell near-release. I lean up so that I can look into the ecstasy on her face—but who am I kidding—also so I can watch her tits bouncing up and down.

Fuck . She’s so good at reading me. She sees where I’m looking, then pushes her mounds together . I gasp as my seed surges up my shaft, threatening to release, making it difficult to hold back. But I need to feel her…

“Come,” I growl, giving voice to my desire. “Come on my dick. Cover my hard dick with your come. I need to feel it.”

“You can come,” she moans, knowing why I’m saying it, her voice urgent.

“Not—before— Ahhh …”

Wave after wave of pleasure threatens to batter my resolve, eroding my control until I can’t take it anymore. I know she’s not finished yet, but something about me releasing seems to push her over the edge. Her hands fall away, her eyes snapping open widely.

“Oh—my— fuck —”

My entire body buzzes with heat, so much so I can hardly believe it’s real, that she’s real, that we’re together. This euphoria we’re sharing—it’s otherworldly. Her pussy tightens around my dick as her orgasm strikes her, driving me to pound into her with even more intensity as I spill my seed inside her.

I collapse atop her, opening my mouth for a kiss, but neither of us has the coordination for it when we’re gripped so tightly by pleasure. Instead, our mouths remain near each other. I taste her moans, her release, as she tastes mine.

Then I fall aside, immediately pulling her into an embrace. She eagerly rushes into the folds of my arms, pressing her face against my chest and making a trembling noise.

“That was perfect,” I say, kissing her forehead. “ You’re perfect.”

“I can’t believe how… not scary that was.” She laughs, kissing my chest. “That was just heaven. But now…”

“There’s no but ,” I tell her. “We’re going to find a way to be together: me and you, Callie. I promise I won’t control you. I won’t box you in. But if we’re going to make this work, we need to commit.”

She takes a breath. “I’m ready,” she murmurs. “I can’t keep running from this feeling. I can’t run from you. I tried to stay away for a freaking day , and even that was impossible. But what about Sloane? And what if …”

Things between us end goes unvoiced. And we hurt Emery.

“You can’t even say it.” I laugh lovingly, kissing her forehead again. “This has felt too natural and easy from the start. If I’d been honest with myself, I would’ve seen you and Emery together and known right away, Yep, that’s the woman for me . But I’ve been on my own for so long, cold and distant, I tried to fight it. We’re not going to hurt Emery because—”

“I’m going to be there for her,” Callie says firmly. “We’re not wrong about this feeling, are we? I can’t believe that we are. When I was reading those romance books, I always thought, How can somebody know so fast, so certainly? But now I get it.”

“Go on,” I whisper.

“There’s a magic to it,” she murmurs. “Trying to explain it just doesn’t work. It just… happens.”

I almost don’t say it. I almost let fear of the future hold me back. But it’s the truth. I’m done running. “I love you, Callie.”

She stiffens against me, pressing her hands into my sides, her breath warm against my chest. For a terrifying second, I don’t think she’s going to say it back.

When she does, her voice is filled with certainty. “I love you too, Gray.”