Using my knees planted into the bed, I lift myself up and down, working myself over him slowly. The change in position is welcome, but my body still needs to adjust to the deeper invasion. I lean over his chest, and the shift puts some much-needed pressure on my clit. Calix’s hands skim my back and ass as he lifts his hips from the bed, rocking into me.
My breath catches as the first tremble of an orgasm hits me…I’m on the precipice. My hips start to move faster, chasing that euphoria I know is right around the corner. “That’s it, take it, Dami,” Calix purrs, tilting his head back and exposing his throat.
His words spur me on, and I bounce against him. “Oh, fuck,” he breathes, and the tendons in his neck go taut with tension as he clenches his jaw. Watching him under me—seeing how much I’m affecting him—pushes me past the edge until my orgasm crashes over me. I cry out and my hips move in a slow dance instead of frantic movements as I ride him, drawing out the pleasure.
Calix lurches upright into a sitting position and locks his arms around my back. I feel him jerking inside me as my inner muscles milk him. I shudder when his fingers tickle down my back and he cups my ass, dragging me closer. His forehead is rocking against my collarbones as I gasp, trying to catch my breath.
He plants soft, sweet kisses across the tops of my breasts, only interrupted by his heavy breaths. I wrap my arms around his head and let my heart begin to slow, but it still feels like it’s beating too hard. After several long moments, Calix lifts his head from my chest and peers at me. His eyes are soft, lazy, as he searches my face. I swallow, wondering what he might say.
He swats my ass with a loud crack, and I jump, slightly startled. “Amazing. Want some hot cocoa?”
I snort at his simple question, but I’m happy he isn’t making a big deal about us having sex and isn’t going to get all mushy on me. “Nah, that would take way too much effort.” I start to lift off Calix, and his mouth drops open and a sigh escapes his lips.
“I’ll make it,” he offers, his voice all husky as I crawl off the bed to head to the bathroom.
“I have a feeling I’d be asleep before you even got back, so don’t worry about me. If you want something, go get it,” I tell him over my shoulder.
Calix lies back and knocks his head against my fluffy pillows. “I got everything I need right here.” He lifts his head up again and watches me. “Or I will in a few minutes, anyway.”
I tap my fingers against the door, closing it a little so I can clean up. For my sanity, I choose to ignore his comment.
Coming out of the bathroom, I move to my side of the bed. Calix is spread out naked, looking like some fuckable dream come true as his gaze stalks me to my bedside table where I flip off the single lamp.
I don’t bother with jammies. Why should I when I have all that golden skin to keep me warm instead? The room is so silent that I can hear my breaths as I pull back the sheet Calix didn’t bother to get under. I lick my lips. I’m going to sleep next to him: just he and I in my bed. Somehow, it feels as if allowing this goes even further to prove I’m making reckless choices when it comes to the guys.
But I’m too greedy to give it up. I want to know what it feels like to sleep next to him and the others. I want to know if waking up next to him, after a full day of slumber, will chase away some of the loneliness I inevitably rouse with every night.
“Why are you standing there, Damiana?” Calix’s smooth voice whispers through the room.
I climb into bed, using that as my answer. Calix doesn’t give me space; instead, he forces his legs under the sheet and slides his body right up against mine. I find myself holding my breath as he nuzzles his nose near my shoulder. I feel his tongue make a lazy lap over the place he bit me. It’s still a little tender. I hold my body still, but my pussy tightens.
“Sleep, Dami,” Calix murmurs, and I let out my pent-up breath.
It takes me several minutes, but as my breathing evens out, my body relaxes, and my eyes naturally fall shut.
* * *
“Oh,my fucking God! What are you doing?” I sit up and squint my eyes. I can see a sliver of light piercing the heavy curtains. A hand tightens over my lap, fingers digging into my thigh. I look over to see Calix, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes closed. How the hell is this racket not waking him up? I rip back the sheet and stomp out into the hall to find the source of the noise.
A few doors down from my room, I hear a grunt and the pounding start up again. I tilt my head to the side, and my mind fills with thoughts of what that rhythmic pounding added to the grunts could be, and I’m about ready to rip someone’s dick off. Unless it’s Grim and Gunnar. I bite my lip—shit, that might be hot. I shake away the thoughts and tiptoe down the hall. Gooseflesh pebbles the skin on my arms and thighs as my nipples tighten. Why the hell is it so cold out here?
More pounding, more grunts. I slap my hand against the door and shove it open. Gunnar spins around, flicking his hair and sweat off his brow as he does. I search the room, coming up empty, so my eyes go back to the man in front of me. His chest is heaving, all those delicious scars covering his naked torso glistening with sweat.
I bite my lip as I take in the rest of him. Loose black pants sit low on his hips. He has black tape banded across the tops of his feet, separating his big toes from the others. Something behind him finally catches my eye. A swaying, black, heavy bag is suspended from a short length of chain attached to a large, silver circle embedded in my ceiling.
“That’s new.” I give Gunnar a meaningful glare.
“I have…to take off…the edge,” he pants, his eyes trailing over me. I’m as naked as I was when I went to bed, so he gets an eyeful.
I feel Grim’s presence at my back. “You look lovely,” he tells me from behind, like I’m decked out in a fancy dress.
I spin, always ready to accept a compliment. “Why, thank you, sir.” I let my eyes travel over him too. He looks amazing, as usual, in jeans that fit just right, bare feet, and a loose black shirt. “You ain’t so bad yourself.”
I hear a thwomp behind me, so I turn back around. “You look delectable too, Kitten, but I have to say, I’m not happy you woke me up,” I chastise him.
“You’ve been sleeping forever,” he whines.
I peer over at Grim with a furrowed brow. “What time is it?”
