“I want to know your every secret,” Calix answers quickly.
I step to the side so Calix can see the window and run my hand over the frame. “The day I first saw you as a lion, Nemean,” I amend, “was the day I met you at the club. That next morning, with the window, I was thinking about you. It was your cock I imagined I was riding.”
Calix takes a heavy step forward, his nostrils flaring. “If I hadn’t been so fucking mesmerized, I would have scaled the wall to get inside this room. Do you have any idea how much I wanted you?” It’s not really a question.
I lift my arms. “Well, here I am. What are you waiting for?” Calix is on me in the next second. He spins me around roughly and fists the back of my hair. My back bows and the bottom of my ribs hit the wall in front of me. I grind my ass back against him.
The air in my lungs comes out in a whoosh as he flattens me against the wall. His shoulders are so big, they almost curl over mine as he surrounds me. Calix reaches down, grabs the inside of my thigh with his free hand, and lifts, so my leg is butterflied up against the wall.
I don’t get any warning, any preparation, before he pushes himself inside me. I tip my forehead to the wall and lift up on my toes. Holy shit, he’s big, but fuck if I don’t like the rough friction of him sliding inside me. Once he reaches a certain point, he glides in smoothly, my body having already been prepared for his, merely needing a few seconds to catch up.
Calix releases my hair as he places his forearm on the back of my neck. “Is this what you imagined I’d feel like? Thick and hard, giving your hungry, wet pussy everything I have?” He punctuates his words with slow thrusts of his hips. I can barely breathe, let alone move, but my body is singing.
“Better,” I pant. “This is so much better.” Both of my hands are on the wall as I push back against him. Calix makes a rumbling sound and slaps his hips against my ass. I bet if I bent over, he’d go even deeper. My eyes roll back in my head at the mere thought. I don’t know if I can handle more of him, but fuck, I’m going to enjoy trying.
“Years,” Calix pants into my ear. “I’ve been waiting years to feel you around me. Damn near lost my mind thinking about what you would feel like wrapped around my dick. But this…” His words trail off and he starts bucking into me harder, faster. “Nothing could prepare me for this.” He moves his forearm off the back of my neck and slowly releases my leg, until both of my feet are flat on the ground. Calix reaches for my wrists and tugs them behind me and out.
I lean back a little and steal a deep breath. My heart is pumping double time as he continues to crash his hips into me. Calix bites the side of my neck where my shoulder begins, hard, and a soft whimper falls from my lips as I squirm into his bite.
“Don’t move.” Calix’s order comes out muffled. His teeth are still pinching into my shoulder. My body goes still at his command, as does his, and I start to pant. The hands on my wrists loosen as he gently trails his fingers up my arms, until he’s cupping my breasts in his hands. The slight pain in my shoulder transforms as he rolls my nipples between his fingers and begins fucking me again, slowly this time.
Calix’s teeth unlock from my shoulder and I feel his rough, wide tongue slide over the spot. “Hey, Chomper, a little warning next time,” I mumble with a huff.
“Why?” Calix pumps into me hard. “Your body doesn’t lie, Dami. Your pussy was about to break my cock off, you were squeezing me so tightly.” Calix licks up the side of my neck and jerks me back. “Just like that.” He chuckles darkly into my ear when I squeeze him again.
I pinch my lips closed and tighten my inner muscles. “You mean like that?” I swivel my hips and tilt my ass back toward him. Calix groans and his hands slide down to my hips. I may like to be fucked, but I like to do the fucking, too.
I push away from Calix and spin to face him. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I said to warn me first.”
Calix licks his lips and bobs his head eagerly. “Okay.” He reaches for me, his eyes wide and wild like he thinks I’m going to deny him now.
I let him come to me, let him slide his hand over the curve of my hip and draw me close. His lips go to the same shoulder he bit, and he kisses me gently, reverently. I walk us backwards until the bed hits the back of my legs.
Calix climbs over me as I lie back on the bed. I keep my eyes on his as his gaze roams all over my body. When his eyes finally meet mine, he leans down and kisses me. I slide my hands into his hair and lean up to meet him stroke for stroke with my tongue and lips.
It’s not too long before Calix is grinding against me. This time he doesn’t rush; he waits until I grab the head of his dick and run it up and down my pussy.
His eyes squeeze shut, and he makes that rumbling sound again. “Okay, Chomper, you gonna be a good boy?” I croon into his ear, while still rubbing him over my clit.
“Fuck yes,” he blows out.
I guide him back inside me, and we both groan in response. Calix places his forehead on mine, his eyes wide open, as he pushes deeper. Fuck, if it doesn’t feel like he’s peering at my soul with those hazel orbs of his. I’m tempted to close my eyes, but I don’t. I let him look. Let him see all the dark places inside me, all the jagged edges formed over the years from rejection and loneliness.
I expect him to look away, to be the one to break the stare, but he doesn’t. Instead, he tips his chin and places a soft kiss on my lips with his eyes still locked on mine.
My breathing starts to speed up even more as the desire to run from him fills me. I don’t want to feel this; I don’t want to get to the point of no return, the point where it will rip my heart out if he leaves.
“Damiana,” Calix purrs, and cups my cheek. “Where’d you go?” His forehead lands on mine again, and his breaths mingle with my own. I’m fighting so hard not to let this mean anything, but it fucking feels like it does. Why does it feel like he’s got his hand around my fucking heart instead of stroking my cheek?
I reach up and grab the back of Calix’s hair in a fist. “If you’re fucking with me…or waiting until you’ve seeped into my bones before you leave me, I’ll make you beg for death. Do you hear me?”
One corner of Calix’s lips tilts up, but it’s not a real smile; it’s doleful at best. “Dami, we’re not going anywhere. I’m sorry we’re part of the reason you don’t trust us yet, but you will. I promise you will.”
I release his hair with a flick of my fingers and click my tongue, angry that I even let him see how much he’s already affecting me, and what’s worse? He knows it’s not just him, but all of them.
Calix averts his gaze from mine, but he glides his hands up my body, not letting me forget that he’s inside me—in more ways than one. My stupid body caves to his touch the same way my stupid heart already has. I curl my hips up to meet his.
Calix takes that as a sign to start working his hips against mine again. I let the heady rush of pleasure help me forget about all the emotional bullshit, and give myself permission to just feel. I reach for his ass and dig my nails into him, urging him on. “Hold on,” he mutters, and wraps his arms under my back. He rolls us until I’m the one on top, looking down at him.
