Your pussy is fucking perfect.
My little Maniac, you’re so fucking hot when you take my cock.
“I’m, oh god—” I broke off on a groan, reaching for the sheets. He grabbed my hand and put it to his neck.
“Don’t fight it, baby. Breathe.” Calder’s voice was rougher. Ragged. Like he was on the edge with me, barely held back from toppling over. “Come on, Shay, be a good girl and shatter on my cock.”
And that did it. I plummeted off the edge.
“Fuck,” Calder rasped, and I felt him twitch inside me.
After a moment Calder slowly slid out of me and off the bed. I flipped to my back, arms stretched above my head. Feeling like warm pudding. Jell-O. The room had gone soft again.
He pulled the condom off his cock, tossing it into a wastebasket, and then rubbed his jaw, looking down at me with a furrow in his brow.
“What?” I asked.
“Was that too much? Did we overdo it?”
“Would you be mad if we did?” I sat up, dragging the blanket back across my naked body. “If I was sick?”
“Mad at myself, little Maniac.” Calder bent over, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I would never be upset at you.”
Another moment of deep tension passed.
This was getting serious.
Tooserious.
Then he thumbed my chin and shook his head, like there was something about this he couldn’t quite believe.
“Don’t fucking move,” he commanded, grip tightening just a little.
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Calder left and I closed my eyes, sinking into the bed, in the afterglow of the best sex of my life. The soft whir of heating hummed and what sounded like water running—maybe he was taking a shower?
A few minutes later, Calder returned, picking me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he carried me to the bathroom.
A massive copper tub sat against a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the snowy Rocky Mountains. Calder placed me inside, and velvet-soft bubbles spilled over the copper edge. Then he dropped to his knees beside the tub.
I eyed the sweatpants he’d acquired. “You’re not getting in?”
“Let me take care of you.” He rubbed my back, digging into the muscles at my upper shoulder. I melted into him, disappearing into sensation. The tub smelled earthy and floral, like lavender and eucalyptus. The water was slick, as if filled with some kind of oil.
My mind drifted, overwhelmed by how much had changed since we’d first messaged each other. When he was Void and I was certain that was all he would be. When I spilled my guts to him and he?—
My eyes popped open.
“What did you mean when you said you were a criminal?”
He paused, thumbs digging into my upper shoulders.
