Cold Day in Hell (36 page)

Callie pursed her bottom lip while absently fondling his cock. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Finally, she leaned over and licked around and over the head of his cock several times, then lifted her head to look up at his face. When he grunted and nodded, she repeated the motion, but this time licked the head and up and down his shaft as if cleaning up a messy ice cream cone. “That’s very good, baby. Just like that.” His hips jerked and he knew in the future he’d get hard watching her eat a cone.

She stopped and licked her lips. “Salty. I like your taste.”

“It felt good. Do it again.”

Callie grinned then licked his cock from root to head several times, pausing to flick her tongue over the tip. The feel of her tongue had him groaning. “So good. Now, suck me.”

She frowned and he realized her insecurities had risen to the forefront of her mind again.

“Like this, sweetheart.” He placed a hand over the one holding his cock for her tongue and moved it. “Put your hand here.” He wrapped her fingers around the base. He was thick and her fingers did not touch but her grip was firm and felt so good he almost shot his wad right then and there. He throttled back the urge to cum; he wanted to cum in her mouth.

“Hold on tight.” She squeezed him and stopped adding pressure at the touch of his finger. “That’s good. You control how deeply I can thrust.” He moved his hand from hers and cupped the back of her towel-covered head. “Now, take me in your mouth.” She placed her lips over his cock head and took him in to the base of the glans and stopped.

The hand not fisting him fondled his balls.

“Fuck, your instincts are good. I love my balls fondled.” She nodded, forcing his cock to move even farther into her warm mouth. He jerked. God, her mouth was so hot.

He was so close. The mere thought of her sucking him off had him primed to blow as soon as he entered her sweet mouth. All that was keeping him from thrusting into her was his need to make sure she was comfortable with what they were doing.

He begged. “Jesus, baby, take more of me, please. I want to be fucking that sweet mouth when I come.”

Callie moaned in the back of her throat and took another inch or so into her mouth.

“That’s the way. Just take me in at your own pace. It feels so good. Your lips and mouth are heaven.” She tightened her grip on his cock and moaned low in her throat as she took in another bit of him. He arched his hips forward, gently thrusting into her hot little mouth. “So fucking good. Loosen up with your mouth, let me do the work.” She widened her lips and allowed him to thrust in and out of her mouth. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep his thrusts shallow. She wasn’t ready for deep throating him yet. He wanted her to enjoy giving him head, not fear the experience.

Then she relaxed her grip around his cock to take in another inch. As she caught on to his rhythm, she hollowed her cheeks and took control of his cock, moving up and down on his length. He stroked her face with one hand, while petting her breasts with his other. The pressure to come was there, but he enjoyed the sensations so much he wanted to push his orgasm off as long as he could. He knew it would be worth the wait. When Callie added a slight scraping of teeth to his shaft on her upward motion and lots of tongue on her downward, he swore under his breath as he fought not to go wild and thrust like crazy. “Fuck that feels good. God, you’re a natural.” Her response was a long lick to his shaft. Tightening her lips around his cock, she gently squeezed his balls, adding a stroking finger to his perineum. “Fuck!” All control was out the door. The teeth had pushed him to the limits, but the finger near his ass took him over. He gripped the back of her head and took back control, thrusting, his hips lifting off the tiled bench. Moving hard, fast, his groans and muttered curse words harmonized with her throaty moans until he shouted his release and poured his seed down her throat. Callie swallowed and licked as he lost all semblance of reality and floated on the sexual haze her mouth had wrought.

Risto released his grip on her head once his cock was spent. He laid his head weakly against the shower wall. All the pent-up need which had built ever since he’d left her in Panama was now gone. Unable to be apart from her for even a second, he pulled her from the floor and placed her across his lap. He cuddled her. She circled his neck with her arms. Between peppering kisses over her face, he murmured. “I love you … you looked so beautiful … loving me with your mouth. God, I love you. Don’t ever leave me.” Finally, he took her mouth, red and swollen from pleasuring him, in a deep and hungry kiss. He tasted his seed mixed with her unique flavor. His cock came back to life with a vengeance, wanting a turn in her snug, hot little pussy.

After he sampled every bit of her mouth, he pulled away and looked at her. Her cheeks were rosy with arousal and her eyes shone with happiness and her love for him.

She traced his mouth with a shaky finger. “Did I do okay?”

“Baby, if you’d done any better, I’d be lying on the shower floor in a puddle of goo.”

“But I really didn’t do anything,” she blinked, “just sort of let you take over. Aren’t I supposed to work a little harder? Like twine my tongue around your cock and do patterns and things?”

Risto chuckled. “You can do those things, later, maybe after I’ve had you a thousand times. I was too turned on to let you tease me. Right now, any time my dick is anywhere near you, it’s gonna want to explode.”

“I can understand that.” She sighed and rubbed her nose against his throat and sniffed. “I think I had a small orgasm when you came in my mouth.” Risto nuzzled the damp hair around her forehead. “God, that is so sexy.” He shifted her to sit next to him, then took one of her hands and placed it on his semi-aroused cock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever recovered this fast, at least not since I was a horny sixteen-year-old.”

Callie snickered and stroked his dick with a finger. “I remember those years. I washed my brothers’ sheets and underwear. Trust me, I know how easily teenage boys climax.” She smoothed her thumb over his blood-swollen glans. “I’m all clean now. I want you to take me in that big beautiful bed. Reclaim what’s yours.”

“Oh, hell, yeah.” Risto stood with her in his arms. He carried Callie to the computerized controls to the high-tech shower. “Hit the off-button.” After she shut off the shower, he carried her out and set her down. Then, holding her to him with one arm, he reached for a heated towel and carefully dried her from her neck to her toes. He pulled the towel turban from her head and ran his fingers through the tangled tresses. “You have a brush?”

“In my tote. It’s in the bedroom.”

“I’ll brush your hair before you go to sleep then.”
After I’ve messed it up even more
making love to you.

“I’d like that.” Callie took another heated towel from the rack and began to dry him.

She went to her knees and paid particular attention to his cock and balls.

She was teasing him again. The little minx was playing with C-4 and her touch was the detonator. “Callie.” He pulled her up from where she kneeled at eye level with his randy package. “I want to make this erection last.”

Her sultry smile had to be similar to what sailors had seen on the legendary Sirens’

faces just before they wrecked their ships on hidden shoals. How a sexy woman such as Callie hadn’t had a string of discarded lovers in her past would never cease to amaze him.

He was just glad she was his now.

She turned and walked to the bedroom, throwing him the same sexy glance she’d had in Cartagena, the come-hither look she used in the perfume commercial he liked so much.

This time he got to follow through and take his little sex goddess to bed.
Hoo-rah.

Chapter Nineteen

Risto took in every luscious naked inch of Callie as she led the way to his, now their, bed. She pulled back the woven bed spread. Carefully folding it, she placed the spread at the end of the bed and out of the way. She smoothed a hand over the softly worn surface as if it were a priceless treasure.

“This is so beautiful.” She turned shining eyes toward him. “Your grandmother was a true artist. You must be so proud.” She stroked the sheets. “You are a naughty boy.

Black sheets.”

Her purred words pulled him from a vision of him holding her as their child suckled her breast, covered by the spread into which his grandmother had woven so much love.

“
Your
naughty boy. You’ll look gorgeous against them. Your creamy skin and blonde hair against all the dark.”

Hell, he almost made himself come just picturing it. He moved quickly. Picking her up, he swung her over the bed and gently laid her in the middle. “Spread your legs and don’t move.” He positioned her hands by her head. “Leave your hands where I put them.

No touching me—or I’ll go too fast. I want to feast this time. I didn’t get the chance before.”

She watched him through narrowed lashes. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths. Scared or excited? He needed to know.

Risto crawled onto the bed and settled between her thighs, spreading them even wider so he had the perfect view of her glistening pussy lips. He sat back on his heels and placed the palm of his hand over her heart and felt it pounding. “Are you frightened?” She wrinkled her forehead. “No, should I be?”

“Your heart rate is elevated, and you look as if you’ll hyperventilate any second.”

“I’m just excited. I ache. I need your cock in me.”

“That’s good. I never want you to be afraid of what we do in bed.” He smoothed his hand over the swell of her right breast, barely touching her puckered nipple. Her breath hitched and she let out a faltering breath.

“Are your nipples more sensitive?” He stroked a finger over the right one and it beaded even more tightly. “They seem larger. Darker.”

“Yes, from the baby.” She swallowed. Her gaze moved from his hand to fixate on his cock, which was once again fully roused, its head leaking precum. She licked her lips and his greedy dick throbbed, wanting more of her mouth. He took several deep breaths and vowed he’d go slower this time if it killed him. She deserved foreplay—and goddamn, she’d get it.

“Risto?”

He focused on her face. Her eyes crinkled at the corners and he wondered what the imp in her would come up with next. “Yes, baby?”

“What if I move? What happens?” Her gaze glittered with excitement. “Will you tie me to the bed?”

“Nothing will happen … this time.” The idea of her bound for his—and her—

pleasure had him tightening his groin muscles to halt the climax threatening to overtake him. He coughed past the sudden constriction in his throat. “Tonight, I want you to remain still so I can take my time. If you move, if you touch me, we’ll be done before we get started.”

She inhaled sharply then let it out slowly as she glanced toward his cock which moved toward her as if it were made of iron and she was the North Pole. A mischievous quirk to her lips had him grinning.

“What if I want you to tie me up? The doctor said strenuous sex would be okay until about the last month or so.” Her hands fisted beside her head, but remained where he’d placed them. She was giving him
carte blanche
to play. He was excited and grateful to have found a woman willing to play in bed. “I’m not sure I can keep my hands to myself, Marine.”

“Fuck, baby. Don’t tempt the beast. I want to make this good for you.” She flashed him a wide smile. “I think I’d love your beast, but I’ll try to behave …

this time.”

“Good girl.” He leaned over and braced himself above her on his forearms, his hands holding hers to the mattress. She moaned as she tested his grip.

“God, that excites you. I smell your arousal.” He brushed a kiss over her chin before taking her lower lip between his teeth and nipping it. He soothed away the tiny bite with his tongue, then thrust inside her mouth for a better taste of her. He ravished her mouth until her throaty moans and arching body drove him insane with lust. His cock leaked precum onto her smooth stomach.

Breaking off the kiss, he lifted his lips a whisper’s length away. He released her hands. “This time is for you.” He said the words, more to remind himself than her. She was being an absolute angel. It was his impatient dick that wanted to come inside her—

and wanted it now.

“Risto?” She moved her hands from where he’d placed them and cradled the back of his head, urging him toward her lips. “I’m aching. Go slow some other day.” She tugged his hair and met his mouth, her tongue demanding entrance.

He pulled back and gasped out hoarsely. “Jesus, baby, let me at least give you some foreplay this time.”

“I’m ready now. You can do foreplay another time.” She pulled him back to her mouth and kissed him hungrily.

God, she was just too fucking sweet and sexy. Steadying her head with one hand, he dueled her tongue and took back control of the kiss. His hips in collusion with his cock seemingly had a mind of their own. His body had instinctively aligned with her pussy; his cock sliding over her folds was covered in her copious juices.

“Shit, so wet. So hot. So fucking sweet.” He let go of her face then leaned back. He used one hand to anchor both of hers above her head. With his free hand, he brushed the tip of one finger over her labia and clit. She gasped and bucked her hips to meet the light touch. He grinned. God she was so responsive.

“Watch me, Callie.” He brought the finger he used to trace over her folds to his mouth and sucked her juices off it. “Yum.” He swept the finger around her sex once more, drawing intricate patterns over her labia and clit, spreading her moisture around.

“Risto!” She wrapped a leg around his lower back and used the position to lever her hips even farther upward. “Cock. In. Now!”