Sweet, patient Callahan has a mean streak in bed. Or he does with me, and I discover that I love it. I love that he's not handling me like something fragile, like I might shatter if he stops being careful. He knows I can take it.
I bite my lip. A year since I met him, of wanting and waiting and pretending otherwise, and now he's looking at me like that, and my bratty streak picks the absolute worst moment to resurface.
"Make me feel good," I say sweetly. "Like a good boy."
His face goes very serious, very fast. In a blink his hand shoots up, grabbing my face again. His palm cups my cheek, fingers digging in just shy of pain. He forces my gaze to his,and I see it. The good-boy façade splintering wide open, and underneath it there's hunger. Possessive and laced with something darker, and I throb between my thighs.
"Good boy?" he rasps, voice like gravel. "You think that's what I am?"
I swallow. My heart is beating too fast, but I hold his gaze anyway.
"So prove me wrong."
For a second I think he might laugh. Instead he leans closer until his mouth is right next to mine. His thumb brushes once along my jaw, almost thoughtful. I had always suspected, maybe even wished, that he had a dark side to him. Seeing it this close is something else entirely.
"This smart mouth of yours keeps volunteering you for things you're not prepared to handle," he warns, voice so steady it's unfair. "You've been tormenting me for months. Taunting me. Tempting me. Looking at me like you know exactly what it does to me."
He turns me around. My cheek hits the cool wall, my hands pinned above my head, his body flush against my back. I feel every inch of him and think, distantly, that I have severely miscalculated.
His hand slides between my thighs. He tsks three times against my ear, finding me wet.
"Already," he mocks, fingers parting me, finding exactly what he's looking for. "Look at this wet little cunt. All of this for me and you still want to play games?"
I can't answer. I'm too busy pressing back against his hand, desperate for more. More of his touch, his filthy mouth. More of this Callahan, who is finally, finally mine.
"This what you wanted?" He hooks a finger into the fabricand pulls it aside, two fingers pushing inside me, deep and curling just right. "Me taking you apart?"
"Yes," I gasp. "Yes, Callah..."
"You can be such a good girl after all," he murmurs, adding another finger. I am full already.
"Your cunt is dripping into my hand. I could eat and drink it."
I can’t stay still. He doesn't seem to mind as he works me open slowly and then faster, his cock hard against my lower back through his jeans. I push back against his hand because a year is a long time to wait and I am finished being patient about any of this.
"Callahan," I whimper, just as I shatter with my cheek against the wall.
My whole body shakes with it, and he works me through every last second until I sag and can't give him anything else. Only then does he pull his hand free.
His arm locks around my waist, holding me up effortlessly, his breath hot against my ear.
"Yeah," he rasps. "Just like I imagined.”
I press my forehead to the wall as his hands find my hair. All of it, thick and heavy, and he gathers it slowly, moves it to one side, lets it fall over my shoulder. His fingers drag through it from root to end, deliberate, like he's been thinking about doing exactly that.
His other hand strokes my neck, spreading my wetness there. His mouth finds it, licking it off of me slowly.
"I have thought about this hair," he admits, low and rough, "wrapped around my hand."
His hand fists in my strands, pulling just enough to arch my back, exposing more of my skin to his lips as they trail hotkisses everywhere he can reach. He unclasps my bra, yanking it down roughly, freeing my breasts completely to the cool air.
I gasp, my nipples hardening instantly under the sudden exposure, and he presses his hard cock against my ass, grinding slow and insistent.
"That's it," he murmurs against my shoulder, a gravelly command. "Spread your legs for me, Trouble."
"Hurry," I beg, shameless. "Please."
He chuckles and bites my shoulder. "Begging already like a needy little slut. I like it."
