Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(35)

Out of breath, I roll to my side and reach for his cock, but he pushes my hand away. I’m confused.

“You don’t want me to s—”

“I’d love nothing more, but if you do I won’t last very long. I want to make this special for you.” He kisses me and gets between my legs.

He unrolls the condom down his length and tugs on my legs, bringing me to him. Always the tease, he rubs the tip of his cock along my slit and clit, focused on driving me insane, which he’s going to succeed in doing if he doesn’t start f*cking me right now!

Keeping my eyes fixed on him, I grind my hips into him, unable to contain myself anymore. Neither can he as at that moment he thrusts into me. Just the tip at first, but it’s been a while, and Callum being rather big, I can’t help the little scream from escaping my lips.

He gives me time to adjust to his size. After a minute and encouraged by my moaning, he slides in slowly until he’s fully inside me. In that moment, I feel complete. I feel good. I’m happy and overwhelmed by feeling full in all the ways you can imagine.

He starts with long and slow thrusts. Pulling out fully and thrusting back in, increasing the pace with every thrust. My moans come out in rhythm with his thrusts, which make my body undulate with pleasure.

The slapping noise of flesh against flesh resonates in the room, mixed with our moans of pleasure. There is nothing else in the world right now besides Callum and me. There could be a zombie apocalypse going on outside and I wouldn’t care.

Callum brings me back to the now, kissing me passionately as he thrusts into me harder and faster each time. I wrap my arms around him, holding onto him for dear life as I feel my body give into the pleasure. My muscles contract around his hard cock, and I scream his name in pleasure as I come hard around him. It doesn’t take long for him to come in the condom.

We’re both out of breath and spent with what we just did. He pulls out of me and cleans me quickly before cleaning himself with a cloth he had on his nightstand. He throws it and the condom away, then wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him.

I don’t know what just happened, but we’ve just reached another level of intimacy. Something switched in Callum, and I can’t put my finger on it because he hasn’t talked much about himself at all. I wish I knew because I really wonder what’s going through his head right now. He looks into my eyes, holding me tightly as if he’s scared of letting go.

I never planned on anything like this happening. Callum was just a great guy who became a friend and my protector, but tonight that all changed. Neither of us seems to want a relationship, but neither of us wants to let go of the other. I’m scared that if I do, it’ll be the last time I’ll ever see him. He’s never given me any indication of it, but that’s the way tonight has made me feel.

The sex was amazing, but the responsibilities of all that comes after it aren’t something I ever anticipated.





Callum

With Annabella being almost half my age, I shouldn’t have gone after her in the first place, or let last night happen… well, rather instigate it.

Something clicked off in my mind when she said it was unfair that she’s never seen me as much as shirtless when I’ve seen her naked plenty of times. I guess it’s a bit unfair on her end, not mine. I was more than happy to keep it that way, but for some unknown reason, I wanted to get to that next level with her. I wanted to see how things could unfold.

The way she was looking at me, eating me with her eyes, just fueled my desire to prove to her that I can be fun and that I’m not a moody bastard, which I am with everybody most of the time. Stripping for her was the most fun I had in years. I felt f*cking stupid grinding on her, but she seemed to enjoy it so it just made it all better and kept me going. I might regret it if she ever lets it slip to anyone, but it was worth it.

I wasn’t sure of what she would want with me. I’ve wanted her from the first time I laid my eyes on her, but she never gave me any indication that she would want to take things further between us. Unless you count getting off dry humping me day in and day out at the club.

With the lack of relationships in my personal life, I almost forgot what it was like to be intimate with someone, and I’m not talking about sex. The build-up is still the best part to me. The teasing, the discovering each other’s body. It’s as good as the act itself.

You wouldn’t think that a badass biker, as everybody seems to say, would be missing the intimacy of a relationship, but I am. It’s different to just f*ck a random woman here and there than having sex with someone you actually care about. It makes it all the more special and meaningful. If my brothers heard my thoughts, I’d be in f*cking trouble. I know they would never let me live it down, but it’s the truth.

It takes not having something in your life for so long to realize how much you’ve missed it. Throw in the middle someone special, and you’re in deep shit. Like I am now with Annabella asleep on my chest.

She fell asleep last night shortly after we had sex. She cuddled up to me and shot a quick text to her roommate, and she was out for the count.

I broke most of my rules last night.

Rule number one: Never bring them home.

Rule number two: Never let them spend the night in case of breaking rule one.

Rule number three: Never let yourself dwell on any kind of feelings.

Rule number four: Never get close to anyone, they’ll end up hurt or dead.