Breakaway (Beyond the Play, #2)(53)

“Callahan,” she says, sitting up on her elbows. “I’d have pushed for this sooner if I knew it would turn you into a werewolf.”

“Is that what your werewolves do?” I say as I tear off my jacket and fling it aside. I take off my shirt next, then work on my pants. She takes off her coat and throws it onto the floor, but thankfully doesn’t touch the rest. “Kidnap unsuspecting women and carry them away to their dens?”

“Sometimes,” she says cheekily.

I join her on the bed, pulling her into my arms and kissing her neck. I scrape my teeth down the column of her throat just to feel her shiver. “What about this?” I murmur.

Her breath stutters. “Always,” she says. Her nails scratch at my bare back. “You know a monster likes to bite.”

I do bite her then, lightly, drawing out a hitched moan. “Is that what you want, sweetheart? A bite?”

“As long as it comes with your cock.”

“There’s my girl.” I sit up, running my hand down her bare thigh. Her skin is smooth, pale and dotted with those freckles I can’t get enough of. “You really want me to fuck your ass?”

She nods, the words tumbling from her in a rush. “Please, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

I kiss her again. “Turn around.”

“Don’t rip this,” she warns.

“I’ll be a perfect gentleman,” I say, although really, even if I ripped it, I’d just buy her five more in whatever colors she wanted. A baby doll blue would look beautiful on her, although the black is striking against her complexion.

I start with her boots, unzipping them one at a time and letting them drop to the floor. I run my hands up the backs of her legs, cupping that lace-clad ass with my palms and squeezing. There’s a zipper on the side of the bodysuit. I tug it down slowly, an inch at a time, kissing and nibbling at the back of her neck as I do. Then I ease it away, reaching around to cup her tits and rub my thumbs over her nipples. She moans, reaching back to grab my arm as she looks over her shoulder.

“Let me know how you’re doing, okay?” I say, kissing her forehead. “We can stop anytime.”

She nods. “I’m ready.”

I don’t hear any hesitation in her voice, so I reach over to get lube and a condom from the nightstand. I run a hand down her back. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.”

She gets into position, trembling already, her head hanging low against the pillows on my bed. I give myself a moment to look at her perfect ass before smacking it lightly. Her soft cry makes my balls tighten; I want to get inside her immediately. I can’t, though—our arrangement means giving her the experiences she wants, and this is her first time trying anal. I need to go slowly. This is about her, not me, even though I’m the one who asked for the hookup.

I slick up my fingers and press a kiss to the cold nape of her neck. She shivers. I stroke my free hand down her side as I rub her asshole with my finger. “Relax, Red. I’ve got you. Just like last time.”

She does, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as I press my finger inside her. “I’ve fingered myself here before, too,” she says.

The mental image of that is so hot I need to stop for a second, but then I shake my head and force myself to focus. I’ve watched her touch herself before; several weeks ago, we had a memorable evening in her room where she used her old toy while I stroked myself. I came on her tits and licked them clean, and afterward, I stayed and watched The Bachelor with her and Mia. The thought of her slim fingers doing something so dirty makes my grip on her hip tighten.

I work the next couple fingers into her slowly, stretching a bit at a time. She’s trembling, moaning, her head turned to the side and her pretty mouth wide open as she submits to the dirty ways I’m touching her. When she’s pressing back against me every time I pull back, dying for more contact, I roll the condom onto my cock and stroke myself a couple of times with a slick hand.

“Breathe. Let me in.”

She nods, gasping as I spread her cheeks. The first press of the head of my cock against her asshole makes her pant, curling her hands in the sheets. She’s on her knees and elbows now; I hook my hand around her to splay over her belly, anchoring her at the angle I want.

When I’m in her all the way, relishing in her tight warmth, I press my lips to the nape of her neck. It’s tough to stay still, but I need to let her adjust. I rub her clit as I mouth at her shoulder, hoping to spark pleasure against any discomfort she’s feeling.

“Tell me how it feels.”

She just moans. I smile against her skin. “Use your words. Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she gasps out. “Fuck, you’re big.”

I let out a low laugh. “I know. You’re taking me so well.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” I thrust shallowly; the motion makes both of us moan. “You’re being so good. It’s like your body was made just for me.”

The words are catnip to her. I can practically feel her smile, how she relaxes. Fondness fills up my chest and spills through fucking everywhere—my heart, my lungs, in between every rib, settling in my stomach like a huge gulp of hot chocolate on a wintry morning. I can’t stop grinning. She’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever had, and if I’m being honest, she’s ruining me for anyone else.