Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“These are women’s panties,” Callan croaks out, his brows scrunching. “What the hell?”
I take hold of his wrist and pluck the black underwear from his grip. “Make a fist.”
He obeys because he’s a good boy, though he’s still confused. Gently, I wrap the material over his hand and run my thumb over it, marveling at the way his pale skin shines through the black lace.
“I can’t wait to see your dick wrapped up pretty,” I murmur, my voice low and husky. “Your tight ass is going to look so fucking good in them.”
“I go commando,” he argues, though it’s weak. He’s intrigued. A total freak like me. Just needs to be given a roadmap and shown the way.
“Sometimes, you’ll wear beautiful things like these lacy panties because I’ll want to fuck you in them or imagine them on you beneath your skinny jeans. It’s completely for my pleasure.”
“What about my pleasure?” he tosses back, his voice pitched a little higher than usual.
“Don’t you worry about that, sweetheart. Your pleasure is always forefront on my mind.”
“Can we go home now?” His voice is soft.
Home.
I like the sound of that out of his mouth.
“Drive us home, and then I’m going to drive you fucking wild.”
“Go put these on,” I tell Callan once we make our way into the house. “Hurry.”
I dangle the lace in front of his face until he swats them out of my hand. He snatches them up and then storms off like he’s mad.
That boy is far from mad.
He’s horny as fuck and wants to please me.
Feeling is one hundred percent mutual.
I lock up and draw the shades before starting a fire in the living room fireplace. Once it’s roaring, I give Sparkles a pat on the head and then go to my room to change out of my clothes. I strip down to my boxers, grab my quilt off the bed, and then spread it out on the floor in front of the fireplace.
“Callan?”
“This is stupid,” I hear muffled from the bathroom.
“I can assure you, I won’t think it’s stupid.”
While he takes his time in the bathroom, I fetch the lube and a towel from the closet, dropping it off by our little makeshift bed by the fire. Still, he doesn’t exit.
“Come out,” I rumble, lightly knocking on the door. “I want to see.”
“Why do you want this?”
“I don’t know,” I state. “It’s just something that sounds like fun.”
“You haven’t done it before?”
“Can’t find anybody willing to get this kinky with me.”
“God, you’re such a freak.”
I smile because that sounds like resignation. “You know your safe word. Just say it and leave the panties on the counter. It’s fine.”
Callan likes being challenged.
He likes to fight.
The doorknob twists, and he opens the door. The bathroom light illuminates the creamy flesh that’s all on display. My gaze runs down his cut abs to the dark lace he’s wearing. I let loose a groan as I take in how fucking hot he looks with his hard dick straining against the fabric.
“Holy shit,” I praise. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
His prickliness softens at my words. He turns around, preening just a bit to show off his ass. Fuck me, it’s hot as hell. The material is sheer enough I can see the dark line of his ass crack. The cheeks of his ass are just bubbly enough the material rides up, showing me more of his beautiful skin.
“Fuck, Callan, you’re so goddamn hot.”
I push him toward the sink and grab both his wrists. He allows me to press each of his palms to the countertop. His fingers curl around the edge of the sink. He bites on his plump pink lip as his probing eyes meet mine in the mirror. Seeing him at my mercy is maddening.
I want him in every possible way.
Every single goddamn way.
And, unlike past hookups, which ended after a night or two, I don’t think I’ll ever have enough time with Callan. It already feels like it’s slipping by too quickly. There are too many things I want us to do together and not nearly enough hours in the day or days in the year.
“Part your legs,” I instruct. “Push your ass out.”
His cheeks brighten into a darker pink as he obeys me. I slide my palm over the lace, running my index finger along his ass crack. I palm his balls between his legs in a rough, owning way that has him gasping.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight, Callan.” He flutters his eyes closed and whimpers as I tease at his hole through the lace. “My big dick. Right here. Are you ready?”
His eyes narrow in the mirror, glinting evilly. “No.”
“You like when I overpower you,” I growl, smacking his ass. “Don’t you.”
“I don’t.”
Liar.
To prove my point, I bear hug him from behind, locking his arms at his sides. He squirms, but it’s useless trapped in my muscled grip. I drag him out of the bathroom, noting he doesn’t put up too hard of a fight. He yelps when I drop him to the floor on the blanket. His glare could melt glaciers.