“My m—ohGod, Liam,” she whimpers when I kneel between her legs, changing the angle. “Mouth. Come in my mouth.”
I concentrate on her, now able to fuck her harder and deeper. Her ass is in my hands but her shoulders are still on the cushion. It’s not the most unassuming position but we’re focused more on time rather than privacy.
Calypso’s hand moves from her clit to tease her breast, so I take over. As I’m watching my dick slide in and out of her, while my thumb circles her sensitive spot, I get an idea.
Twisting my hand around, I slip my middle finger inside of her the next time I thrust forward. Her eyes pop open and she stares up at me, incoherent moans are her only response as her tight pussy gets used to the extra pressure. The entire time, my thumb continues working her clit, though with much less rhythm.
“Liam—I am so …” Her head falls back in pleasure. “Fuck, baby. I’m full—it hurts.”
She says it in a breathy tone. The same one she uses when she tells me how painfully pleasurable it is when I shove my cock inside of her like I did tonight.
Calypso doesn’t like to be choked or spanked. I’d never suggest we try bondage, at least not ifshewas the one being tied up. I’d let her try anything with me. She fucking loves being stretched to the brim with my cock, though.
Maybe sometimes more than just my cock.
My hips stutter at the thought as Calypso tightens around me. Her body arches off the daybed as she lets out a silent scream. She comes hard around my length, leaving a mess she’d normally love to clean up.
Thank fuck she does, because between how perfect she feels around me and the thought of how much fun we could have together, I’m following her right over the edge.
As fast as I can, I pull out of her and clumsily grab her hair as she sits up.
Calypso opens her mouth right as the first string of cum shoots out. Catching it on her tongue, she moans and her eyes roll back.
Fuck.
It’s a big load that also gets on her cheek and chin, dripping down to her breasts. There’s a euphoric expression on her face the entire time.
Before I tuck myself back into my pants, we stare at each other for a long moment. If we weren’t on the deck, there’s so much this moment could lead to, but we need to get back to the room first.
I pull my shorts up but before I zip them, I clean up my mess on Calypso’s face. She catches my hand and sucks my arousal off my thumb.
She’s a fucking goddess.
We quickly dress, and she kneels to pull her shorts up the rest of the way. Then I lean down and clean the drop that fell to her chest with my tongue. Her breathing shallows as she fixes her shorts.
“Let’s go to the room,” she demands.
I pull her body against mine and stand. She grabs the whiskey and wraps her legs around me before I turn toward the door. We’re both laughing like teenagers sneaking around and spend the rest of the night lost in each other.
Chapter Thirty-One
Liam
Walking down one of the streets lined with local businesses, I wave at Sav, the owner of the female-run brewery. Our group stops by Clear Horizons Brewery fairly often for a quick bite and drink. I learned that the hotel in La Jolla isn’t the only restaurant Calypso has helped curate a menu for. There are only appetizers at the brewery, but like the hotel, they credit her.
I wouldn’t be surprised if we end up there tonight since we’re celebrating Lexi and Jo’s birthdays. They were born on October 18th but four years apart. Both were down to do something together tonight—two days late. I think Jo was just happy to be included, and that’s one of the best things about Calypso and her siblings.
Since the cruise last weekend, things have been mostly calm with the exception of the large bouquet of black dahlias left at our front door from none other than Stefan himself. The note he left said he hoped she was having a good vacation, and that they should talk when she’s back. I took the note and flowers straight to the trash while Calypso called Mia; I think we were both surprised by how easily Calypso accepted the help. The downside of that means she’s more unsettled by his presence.
Mia reached back out to her PI contact, lighting a fire under his ass to get back to us sooner rather than later. We’re still waiting, and my concern for Calypso continues to grow. She’s clearly dealing with her own shit when it comes to Vivi’s wedding and I can only assume the should-be joyous occasion will garner his attention.
I’m doing my best to prepare for it—to block some of his rampage and make sure as few of his blows hit Calypso as possible.
Speaking of the devil, Stefan comes around the corner as I’m about to cross the street to The Loop. He looks disinterested in his surroundings, until he does a double take and slowly stops in front of me.
“Lenny, was it?” he asks with a deprecating smirk.
I nod. “Yeah, man, that’s it.”
