In Good Company: Chapter 39

Being on top has never felt good for me before. It always felt like a lot of work and killed whatever buildup I had for an orgasm.

But with Cal, I already know it won’t be like that.

I move my hips up and down once, testing what it feels like in this new position. A soft moan leaves my lips as my eyes roll back in my head from the pleasure.

Being on top is a totally different feeling. He stretches me all over again, but this time, I feel even more full of him. The position puts him even deeper inside me—something I didn’t think was possible.

It’s almost too much.

My hair falls down my back as I begin to rock up and down at a steady rhythm. The one I pick must be good because Cal lets out a moan that I feel throughout my entire body.

I didn’t know a man could make noises that sounded so sexy, but every raspy moan and groan from him makes me come undone.

“You’re so deep,” I tell him, my words coming out breathless. Until now, he’s done all of the work, but I still feel like I’ve run a marathon. Each orgasm he gives me is better than the last. They overtake my entire body, leaving me gasping for air by the end of it.

Cal’s hands move down my waist and grab onto my hips. He holds them there, applying enough pressure to keep me from going too far but still allowing me to choose the pace.

“Fuck, baby,” he croaks. His eyes move from mine to where our bodies are joined. “Look at you taking me so well.”

I moan, my eyes moving to the spot he’s focusing on. I follow his lead and watch as I move up and down his length.

It’s hard to keep my hips moving when it feels this good. I want to fall against him. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, and it almost feels like I’ve ridden one orgasm into the next. Tingles break out all over my skin because of how incredible it feels.

I spin my hips a little as I continue to rock up and down. A loud, unfiltered moan leaves my lips at the feeling it elicits. I just feel so full of him. He’s taking me to my limit, and nothing’s ever felt so right.

“Cal,” I pant, picking up speed. My thighs shake from using muscles I don’t typically use, but it doesn’t stop me. I can’t stop, not when it feels this good. Not when Cal’s making the sexiest noises of pleasure from what I’m doing to him.

His fingertips dig into my hips as his eyes meet mine. I love that I’m getting to see him like this. He isn’t holding back. All the time, he seems so composed and put together, but not right now.

Right now, he looks like a man crazed, and it’s because of me. Power blooms in my chest at the thought.

His hair sticks out in every direction, completely opposite to the clean, slicked-back look I’m used to seeing on him. His jaw clenches every time I move up and down. His lips part, and his eyes close every now and then as he gives in to the pleasure.

But my favorite part is when his eyes are open and he looks right at me. It feels like he says so much while saying nothing at all with the way he stares at me. His pupils are so dilated that I can barely see his deep blue irises.

I move even faster, letting out a moan when one of his hands moves up to cup my breast. He takes my nipple between his fingertips and rolls it between his fingers, making my core ache with desire.

“Keep taking what you want from me,” he grits out. “It’s so fucking sexy watching you do exactly what you need to come again.”

He pinches my nipple. It stings, but the pain only fuels my pleasure.

“I’m close again,” I tell him, needing him to be close as well. I want to feel him come while he’s still inside me. I want to hear what noises he’ll make when he finds his release. I really just want to finally make him feel as good as he’s made me feel.

“I am too,” he growls. “I can feel you tightening around me.” His words come out strained, but they’re all it takes for the orgasm to rip through my entire body.

I moan—or maybe it’s more like a scream—as the sensation begins at my clit and radiates through my entire body. It’s so intense I can’t move. My hips still, and my body falls against Cal’s.

We’re chest to chest and forehead to forehead as the orgasm still overtakes my senses.

“Lucy,” Cal gets out through gritted teeth. His hands find my hips again as he keeps me pinned to him. Even though he’s underneath me, he begins to thrust up and down, fast and rough.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, fucking me so hard that it only intensifies my own orgasm.

“Come for me,” I plead, desperate to make him feel what I’m feeling. “Come inside me,” I add. I want to feel every second of his own orgasm.

Cal’s fingertips bite into my skin as he continues to drill into me. “Luc—” My name falls off as he finds his own release, only heightening my own.

For a moment, the room is filled with our moans and heavy breaths as we get lost in the moment together.

Time drags on in the most delicious of ways. It’s like time comes to a standstill as we both ride out our orgasms. I don’t know how long it takes for us to regain our breathing, but eventually, my eyelids flutter open to find Cal already staring at me.

“Lucy Rae,” he rasps. He clears his throat after, as if he didn’t mean for me to hear the emotion clogging his throat.

I push myself up just enough to be able to see him better. I wish I could stop time so I could memorize everything about this moment with him. I never want to forget the way Callahan Hastings stares at me like nothing else matters in the world.

There’s so much emotion in his face. His features are soft—his eyes, his smile, the relaxation of his jaw. The two tiny creases that almost always appear between his brows are gone. Instead, his forehead is smooth, and the only lines on his face are the ones appearing around his eyes from his smile.

“Was that worth the wait?” Cal asks, his voice thick.

I laugh. “I’m still mad at you for making me wait. We could’ve been doing that for two weeks already.”

His hands move from where they rest on my hips. I shiver underneath his touch as he softly brushes his fingertips along my arms. He traces this path until both of his hands grab mine. Our fingers intertwine before he tugs, pulling my body flush to his once again.

I gasp, using our clasped hands to help steady myself.

Cal nuzzles his nose against mine, the gesture far more intimate than any kiss could ever feel. “We’ll make up for lost time,” he assures me, reminding me of what we were talking about.

I smile at the sexiness and the grittiness of his voice. “Is that a promise?”

He kisses my cheek softly. “Yes, baby, it is. I’m already looking forward to being inside you again.”

I move my hips a little to prove a point. “You’re not even out of me yet.”

He gives me a cocky smirk before lifting his head and giving me a quick kiss. “Still looking forward to doing it again.” The words are said against my lips.

I give his hands a squeeze before pushing off his chest slightly. My senses are in overdrive from the multiple orgasms, and having him still inside me begins to tickle. I slowly inch off him and slide off to his side, missing the feeling of him inside me the moment he’s out. I look down, finding my thighs damp from our arousal.

“I probably need to shower,” I say with a nervous laugh. I hadn’t thought about the after part with him. I just knew I was desperate for him to finally fuck me. Now that it’s over, are things going to be awkward? I don’t think they will be. Nothing was awkward after Cal went down on me—other than the fact I begged for him to let me touch him and he said he wanted to take things slow.

Cal sits up, and something inside me melts when he places a tender kiss on my shoulder. “Then let’s take a shower,” he offers.

My eyes go wide for a moment. “Together?”

He continues to press featherlight kisses to my shoulder and collarbone. “Yes, together. I love that my cum is leaking out of you, yet you’re blushing at the thought of us showering.”

My cheeks heat even more at his comment. I rub my lips together as I fight a shy smile. “We don’t have to,” I begin, my eyes anxiously darting around the room. “You know, if you don’t want to or that isn’t your thing.”

It’s silent for a few moments. Each passing second that he doesn’t say anything feels like torture. Finally, I look at him, finding him staring at me with a wide smile on his lips.

“What?” I whisper.

“Just so you know, anything with you is my thing. Haven’t you learned that by now?” He reaches up and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”