In Good Company: Chapter 37

Cal’s tongue presses against my fingers as he takes them into his warm mouth. He sucks hard, lapping my fingers clean of my arousal. The gesture makes me moan and the space between my legs throb.

He’s busy twirling his tongue along my fingers, giving me the chance to reach between us and finally touch him.

I pull my hand from his mouth seconds before air hisses through his teeth as my fingers wrap around his length. He’s so thick I can’t even get my fingertips to touch.

“Fuck.” He lets out a whimper when I begin to pump up and down.

The sound drives me wild, making me want to squeeze a little harder as I move up and down his length. I want to get more sounds just like that out of him.

“I don’t know if you’re going to fit inside me,” I announce, voicing my fears out loud. He’s big, both in length and girth. I don’t know how I’m going to take all of him, but I desperately want to try.

He lets out a low groan at my words, or maybe it’s my hand continuing to pump up and down his length. “I was made for you, Lucy Rae. I’ll fit inside you perfectly.”

His words make me pause, my hand stilling mid-stroke. It isn’t the first time he’s mentioned me being his, and I’m sure he didn’t mean for his words to hold as much weight as they do, but to me, they mean a lot.

I try not to get stuck on them or overanalyze since he doesn’t seem to notice he’s even said them.

My thoughts quickly dissipate when he leans in close and hovers his lips over mine. I pick up the pace of my strokes along his length, moving up and down faster, wanting to take things even further. I want him in my mouth, to make him feel good like he’s already done for me, twice.

“Can I tell you something?” he rasps. We’re so close his eyes bore into mine.

“Yes,” I breathe, my gaze falling to his lips for a moment. He’s still covered in me, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to kiss him.

“Your hand around my cock feels so good, baby.” His forehead falls to mine as he looks between us. We both watch the way my fingers move up and down his length. With his attention on me, I twist my grip a little, wanting to make it feel as good as possible for him.

“You’re doing so fucking good that I could come just by the way you jerk me off.”

“Not yet,” I warn, my lips brushing against his with my words. “I want to have my turn tasting you first.”

Cal closes the small distance between our lips. I open my mouth, expecting a deep kiss from him. It’s the opposite. He presses a featherlight kiss to my mouth. “I want to watch you take my cock between those pretty pink lips of yours so fucking bad, baby. Trust me. But right now, I need to feel your pussy around my cock.”

“Cal.” His name comes out breathy and strangled as he slides his dick out of my hand. I miss the connection of our bodies immediately, but he doesn’t keep us from touching for long.

He gently presses his hand to my chest. “Lie back,” he instructs.

“But I want to⁠—”

Cal’s fingers find my lips. “I know you want to suck my cock, Lucy. You’re such a good girl for wanting that. But what I need from you is to lie back so I can finally fuck you so good that you’ll be screaming my name. I want you thinking about what’s about to happen between us for days to come. You got that?”

All I can do is nod. When he applies a little more pressure to my chest, I let him, my body falling into the plush comforter.

Cal climbs onto the bed and in between my thighs. “I haven’t been with anyone in a while, and my last test was normal. But if you’re not comfortable with it, I can grab a condom. I don’t have any in my room, but there’s some in the⁠—”

I shake my head. “I don’t want anything between us, Cal,” I rush to get out. My words come out like a plea. When I finally get to feel him inside me after making me wait for what seems like forever, I want all of him, with nothing in the way. “I’m on the pill, and my last checkup was also clear.”

He takes me by surprise by running the tip of his cock through my wetness. “I don’t want anything between us either.”

I jolt at feeling him there. He’s so close to finally being inside me, but not close enough. He drives me crazy by continuing to tease me, running his tip through my arousal but not actually sliding it in.

I lift my hips off the mattress, hoping the movement will encourage him to stop the teasing.

It doesn’t.

Cal laughs, the sound deep and raspy. It’s one that sends shivers down my spine at how sexy it is. “I love how ready you are for me,” he growls, stopping right at my entrance.

I moan when he slides just his tip in.

“Just do it,” I tell him, wiggling my hips to try and take him deeper.

Cal’s hand falls next to my head. He leans down, his chest pressing against mine. He supports most of his weight, but I still love the feel of having his body fully against mine like this. “Who’s the impatient one now, Lucy baby?”

I love the raspiness of his voice. It’s raw and real, making butterflies take flight in my stomach.

“You’ve made me wait so long. Too long. I just want to feel you, Callahan.” I’m well aware my words come off as begging at this point, but I don’t care. I need him in a way I’ve never needed anyone. I know there are so many reasons none of this should be happening between us, but I just don’t care about them anymore.

I want him. I need him.

Cal’s fingers softly brush stray pieces of hair out of my eyes as he brings his face close to mine. The gesture is delicate. Paired with the way he’s just barely seated inside me and how I can’t see anything but the stunning depths of his bright blue eyes, the moment feels incredibly intimate.

“I’m just trying to take my time with you,” he croaks. “I want to commit every single second of finally being inside you to memory.” As if to drive his point home, he slides in a little deeper.

I moan, and my eyelids flutter shut from the feeling. He stretches me, and the sensation is incredible. I don’t think he’s even halfway in yet, and I’m full of him.

With my eyes still closed, Cal’s lips find mine. He kisses me slowly as he slides another inch in. When I moan again, he swallows it, his fingertips digging into my cheek as he holds my face close to his.

He continues to kiss me, his lips warm as his tongue finds mine. My entire body feels like it’s on fire from the intense way he kisses me as he coaxes himself more inside me inch by excruciating inch.

“Open your eyes, baby,” Cal insists. “I want to look at you as I fill you with my cock.”

His words bring out another moan. It feels so good, almost too much, to have him so deep. I feel like I could combust at any second from the different sensations taking over my senses, but I manage to open my eyes.

I find Cal’s already on mine. Every time he’s this close, I’m taken aback by just how beautiful he is.

When our eyes connect, he smiles. It’s one I feel throughout my entire body…all the way to my heart.

“Good girl,” he praises, rewarding me by sliding in a little further. At this point, I feel so full of him. He’s got to be close to being all the way inside me.

“Cal,” I pant while trying to keep my eyes open to look at him. I can feel myself stretching around him as he pushes all the way in, and for a moment, I wonder if I’ll be able to handle all of him.

“I know, baby,” he whispers against my lips. He kisses me softly for a moment while he gives my body time to adjust to him.

He stays still, but even without him moving, it hurts a little. I take a deep breath because despite the tinge of pain, nothing’s ever felt better. It truly feels like we fit together perfectly.

One of Cal’s hands stays on my cheek, his fingers splayed out as he keeps my face angled toward him as he props himself up on his elbow. The other hand softly pushes hair off my shoulder before he trails kisses along my shoulder and neck. He still doesn’t move his hips, something I appreciate as my body continues to grow accustomed to him.

“You’re doing so good,” he praises, his lips hovering over my nipple. Even though his breath is hot against my skin, the sensation of having his mouth there sends shivers down my spine.

He pulls my nipple into his mouth at the same moment he rocks his hips in and out of me. I try to keep looking at him like he told me, but I can’t keep my eyes open a second longer. My eyelids flutter shut from pleasure at the feeling of him sliding in and out of me.

“Cal,” I moan, my back arching off the mattress as his tongue circles my nipple. His mouth is warm, and his wet tongue there feels better than I could’ve ever imagined. I wrap my legs around his waist to bring him even closer to me, needing to feel as close to him as possible.

“You’re perfect,” he announces, moving from one nipple to the other.

I love that he’s being gentle. His hips move in and out of me at a pace that allows me to adjust to the size of him, but it still doesn’t feel like enough.

“More,” I plead, lifting my hips in an attempt to take him even deeper. My hands run up and down his back, trying to find something to hold on to.

“Careful what you ask for,” Cal warns, his hips still moving at a pace that’s teasing me. “I’m trying to be gentle and give you time to adjust, baby.”

“Cal, I need more. Faster. Please fuck me.” My thoughts come out jumbled. I can’t think straight past how badly I want him. He’s being slow and gentle, and I appreciate it, but now I need him to stop being gentle so I can feel the punishing rhythm of him thrusting in and out of me.

Cal groans. With my nipple still in his mouth, the sound vibrates against my skin. He releases my nipple with a pop before bringing his forehead to mine.

“You sure that’s what you want?” he asks, his voice almost hoarse. It’s evident how much restraint he’s showing just by how strangled his words come out.

I reach up and grab the back of his neck, bringing his face as close to mine as possible. “Yes.” The single word comes out like a plea, and I don’t even care. I will beg him to fuck me faster and harder if that’s what it takes.

I need more of him. More of this.

A low growl comes from deep in his chest. “Just tell me if it’s too much, baby.”

I shake my head. I don’t need him to be careful with me right now. He’s already done that by not letting anything go past making out between us for almost two weeks.

Now’s the time I want all of him.

“Don’t hold back,” I pant. “Fuck me, Cal. Fuck me, the way you’ve been dreaming of.”

The sexiest sound of approval comes from deep in his chest. “If that’s what you want, Lucy baby.”