Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires, #3)(107)

I kiss a path from his sharp jawline to the base of his throat. His breathing shallows out with each pass of my lips over his skin, his fingers digging into my skin like a lifeline. My lips suck on the spot beneath his ear that drives him wild while my fingers dance across his chest, carefully brushing down toward his navel without actually touching his nipples.

He moans my name again, sending another wave of pleasure rolling through my body. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

“Having fun.” I tease his chest again. The tip of my fingernail catches on his nipple, and he sucks in a breath.

“This isn’t fun. It’s torture.”

“It’s only fair when you do the same thing.” I lean forward, my tongue just barely swiping over the hard disk when something breaks inside of him.

“Good idea,” he rasps as he grabs my hair and tugs. My back arches, giving him the perfect position to tease the very area I denied him. His tongue swipes over the pointed peak, teasing and torturing me until I force him to give my other breast the same attention.

He sucks hard enough to make me gasp, and I jolt in his lap.

“You want to tease me?” His teeth scrape over the sensitive spot, and black dots fill my vision as a wave of pleasure rushes through me. “You want to fuck with me?”

“I’d rather fuck you. Period. End of story,” I hiss between gritted teeth as he tugs on my nipple.

Cal releases me before he climbs out of the tub with my legs still wrapped around his waist. He quickly places me back on my feet before running a dry towel over me, collecting the water dripping down my skin. Goose bumps break out across my body—both from the sudden chill and the anticipation of what is coming next.

When he is all done, I grab a towel from behind him and do the same. I commit to my task, his breathing growing heavier with every pass of the towel over his rippling muscles. When I kneel down to get his legs, I avoid his erection.

The scar on his knee stands out against his skin, representing one of the biggest shifts in his life. In our life together.

I trace the scar while Cal breathes heavily above me, his hands fisting by his sides.

“It healed well.” The last summer he was here, he avoided wearing clothes that exposed his scar, so I never had much of an opportunity to look.

His chest rises and falls. “I hate it.”

“Every part of you is perfect.” I lean forward and kiss the scar.

Cal releases a shuddery breath.

Except when I go to swipe away the last bit of water dripping from his cock, he pulls me on to my feet and drags me toward the bedroom.

“But—”

Cal throws the towel in the direction of the bathroom. “I’m done with the games. Kneel,” he orders in that gruff voice of his that only comes out during sex. There are two versions of Callahan Kane, and this one happens to be my favorite because no one knows about it but me. It’s the one he keeps locked away, begging to be unleashed.

He presses a single finger against my shoulder. A shiver shoots down my spine as I kneel against the tightly woven carpet.

I reach for his cock, only to have him step out of my reach.

“What are you doing?”

“Payback.” He pumps once. His tip gleams from a single drop of pre-cum, and I lick my lips.

“Payback for what?” When I reach for him, he takes another step back, making me frown.

“Your stunt with the vibrator.” His gaze travels over my body. “You remember what you ordered me to do?”

“Stay there and look pretty for me.” I repeat the words. My body temperature spikes, along with my heart rate.

He reaches out to cup my cheek with one hand while pumping his cock with the other. “There truly is nothing prettier than watching you on your knees.”

“Nothing at all?”

His chest heaves from his heavy exhale. “Mmm. Actually, there might be one other thing.”

I yearn to reach for him, yet my hands remain pressed flat against my thighs. “What’s that?”

“This.” His fingers dig into my scalp and tug. I gasp, and Cal takes advantage of my surprise to thrust his cock inside my mouth. My lips wrap around him instinctively, and my hands reach out to hold him at the base while I pull him deeper into my mouth.

I drag my tongue across the underside of his silky skin, tracing and teasing my way up and down his length. His fingers thread themselves through my hair and hold me in place.

Like I ever stood a chance of leaving.

Cal’s muscles twitch and ripple as I pump, suck, and lick every solid inch of him.

There is nothing sweet and ladylike about sucking his cock. The way I hunger for his release drives my own orgasm to the surface, and my movements become more desperate as the pulsing between my legs intensifies.

“Touch yourself,” he rasps.

I follow his command, reaching between my legs.

“Show me how much sucking my cock turns you on.”

I lift my hand in the air, and his cock jerks in my mouth, flooding my tongue with his arousal.

“I want you to make yourself come.”

I blink in acknowledgment.

Cal’s fingers grip my scalp as he fucks my mouth. I tease my clit with the flat of my hand while pumping two fingers inside, sinking them in and out to the rhythm of his thrusts.

He groans at the sight, his eyes devouring me like I’m the last thing he might ever see.