Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(34)
“Yeah, I could think of a few people I’d have wanted to get rid of,” I admit.
“Who?” he asks looking serious again.
“They aren’t in my life anymore, so no need to mention them.”
“I’ll make you talk one day.”
“Uh, newsflash. I should be the one saying that. This is the most I’ve ever had you talk about your life.”
“Yes, and you just killed the moment.” He chuckles.
“Oh, man!” I whine.
“Another time, I can’t tell you everything in one night.”
“I’m sure if you were to tell me your life story it could take a couple of days or weeks.”
“You’d be right.” He looks so sad in that moment. I want to bring my happy Callum back.
“Whenever you want to, say the word.” He nods at me and takes off his leather jacket. I watch him closely, and he has a sly smile on his face.
“Come here.” He holds his hand out to me, and I take it. He helps me up and walks me to a chair. I sit down and wonder what the hell he’s up to. He taps on a remote control and music starts playing.
“Oh. My. God!” I squeal and clap, getting myself comfortable in the chair, enjoying the moment.
“One rule.”
“What’s that?” I ask him amused.
“If you ever tell anyone at all, I swear to all that’s mighty that I’ll spank you raw.” He glares at me leaning forward, resting his hands on the armrest of the chair.
“My lips are sealed.”
“Good.” He smirks then stands tall and starts to strip. For me. In his living room. I’m rendered speechless. Not only does he have a banging body, but he’s got moves.
He slowly reveals his body more and more to the beat of Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Probably the least romantic song ever, but this is so fitting. Nothing about this is romantic, it’s all about carnal desire and pleasure. There’s no more barista/stripper and biker/mechanic. It’s just a man and a woman wanting, needing each other’s body. Needing to feel that intimacy with someone again because it’s been so long.
He opens the top button of his jeans and starts grinding on me like I do to him, and it has the same effect as if I were the one doing it. I’m all hot and bothered, and I f*cking love it. Not because I’m horny, but because Callum just stripped out of one of the many layers he’s built around himself.
I can’t help but touch his toned body. While I’m not fond of muscles, it would be a shame to let this moment go to waste and well, they are growing on me, and I’m not talking about his muscles if you catch my drift.
He holds my hands to his chest as he thrusts his hips on me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
I want to do so much more than just touch his chest, and I think he gets it because in one swift move, I’m over his shoulder and he’s walking somewhere else in the house. Please don’t be a serial killer. Please don’t be a serial killer. Please don’t be a serial killer. Not that saying it over and over in my head will change anything if indeed he’s a serial killer but you know, wishful thinking.
Out of nowhere, I bounce on a comfy bed and he’s on me, his plump lips capturing mine in a heated kiss, trailing from my lips down my neck.
“If only you knew how bad I’ve wanted this moment,” he moans against the soft skin at the top of my boobs.
“And me,” I mewl and grind my hips into him.
“Are you sure?” He makes me look at him.
“More than sure. I think I’ll self-combust if you say no right now.” I chuckle.
“Now, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
“Nope.” I grin, and he sits up and helps me out of my clothes, kissing every inch of my skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I smirk and caress down his chest.
“I thought you weren’t into muscles?”
“I’m not, but I can make an exception for you.”
“Aren’t you kind?” He chuckles and gets off the bed. For a second I think he’s going to leave me here, in the middle of his bed—naked, wanting, and waiting, but he only got up to get a condom and to take off his boxers.
“Holy dick!” My jaw drops upon seeing him in all his glory. Nature was very generous to him in all aspects—good looks, amazing body, and well endowed.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promises.
He joins me in bed and kisses me again before kissing his way down my body, covering every inch with a kiss until he reaches between my legs. I make sure I’m always clean shaven there because of what I do and just out of habit. I don’t like it when hair gets in the way.
I spread my legs a bit more, and he licks along my slit. I’m already wet with all the teasing that has been going on tonight. I’m close to coming already, and he just licked me once. I’m never going to last very long at this rate!
“Don’t stop, please,” I whine as he smirks at me and gets back to pleasuring me. He licks and sucks on my clit and lips as if he hasn’t had any in months.
All of this licking, sucking, and nibbling has rendered me a writhing mess. My moans are louder and closer together, and I feel my muscles contract as a wave of pleasure overcomes me from out of nowhere. I moan his name loudly as I hold his face in place needing to ride it out, but it seems to go on forever and becomes sensitive very quickly.