Crave (11 page)

She lifted one of his hands off her breasts and looked at his fingers. “You’re going wrinkly.”

How long had they been in the bath?

She held his gaze and slowly curled three of his fingers over, leaving his index finger extended, and sucked it into her mouth. Callum growled and frowned, his gaze darting to her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his finger, teasing him, and then moved it in and out, sucking it harder.

Callum pulled his hand free, stood so fast that water splashed out of the tub again and across the tiles, and snatched hold of her wrist. He dragged her to her feet, kissed her hard, and then lifted her effortlessly out of the tub. She skidded on the soaked tiles and grabbed one of the towels, laying it down to absorb the wet and give them some grip. She moved forwards and grabbed another towel to place on the floor there.

He stepped up behind her, slid his hands over her hips, and nestled his hard cock against her bottom. She froze and closed her eyes when he bent his knees and dropped lower, rubbing his length against her pussy.

It seemed little Cal was making up for all the years his master had neglected him.

Kristina straightened and her eyes widened when she found herself faced with her reflection in the full length mirror at the end of the bathroom. Patchy fog covered some parts of her body but she didn’t notice them. She was too captivated by the vision of her stood naked and wet with Callum behind her. He kissed her shoulder, his eyes on hers in the mirror, and caressed her sides. His fingers brushed the underside of her breasts and she leaned her back against his chest, her eyelids falling to half mast. His thumbs came up, flicking the already hard buds of her nipples, and she groaned.

He held her gaze in the mirror, wicked looking as he stood behind her, his body obscured by hers. He dipped down and ground against her backside, his eyes darkening with each rub of his cock. Seeing the pleasure in his eyes only made the thought of making love to him like this, watching him thrusting into her, seeing his cock appear and disappear, all the more appealing.

Kristina wriggled her bottom against him and he gasped, growled and then grabbed her hips and pulled her hard against his cock. He wedged it tight into the crack of her backside and gave a few wild thrusts. Her breasts bounced with each one.

He slid his right hand down from her hip and it was her turn to gasp as he slipped it into her soft folds, seeking her heat. He pressed two fingers against her clit and then eased lower. Kristina tiptoed, leaning on him for support, and groaned as he dipped his two fingers into her sheath, drawing her arousal out of her, and brought it up to her clit. He lazily circled it, flicking occasionally, and teased her breasts with his other hand. His mouth worked on her throat, each kiss and nip heightening the pleasure she felt from his touch.

He ground against her again, harder this time, drawing his hips back and thrusting forwards. The blunt head of his cock nudged her anus and she groaned and shivered. Callum groaned too and shifted backwards. She frowned at the loss of contact and then her disappointment melted away when he turned her to one side and pushed her forwards.

Kristina bent over and pressed her hands against the damp wall tiles to support herself. She looked across at their reflections, moaning as Callum moved behind her, his impressive cock jutting towards her, hard and ready. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he took his right hand and slid it over her pussy, dragging it down from her slick opening to her clit and pausing there. He stroked the nub, pushing her a little closer to the edge with each light caress, until she was moaning with each barely-there sweep of his fingers, and then eased his hand upwards again. She raised her hips in supplication, silently begging him to enter her. She wanted to see that long cock sliding slowly into her body and feel it stretching her at the same time. She wanted to watch him withdraw it and fuck her, see his bottom tensing and quivering with each wild pump of his hips.

He eased his fingers back inside her, all the way this time, and pumped her slowly with them. She moaned and tensed her fingers against the tiles. Callum looked across at the mirror and groaned too, his eyes on his hand and then on her as she watched him. He pulled his fingers out of her and she thought he would finally plunge his cock into her, but he dragged them upwards instead.

She shivered and groaned as he smeared her own arousal over her anus and then dipped back inside her to gather more. He slathered it over her puckered hole and then stuck his thumb into her hot sheath. Anticipation stole her breath. She hadn’t done this sort of thing with a man before and she hoped that Callum would be gentle with her. He met her gaze and clearly saw her nerves because he smiled warmly at her.

He pulled his thumb free of her, took hold of his cock with his left hand, and brought the crown of it to her warm core.

Kristina groaned in perfect timing with Callum as he entered her, drawing out the experience. She stared at his cock, watching it sliding in and filling her. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. She kept her gaze glued to the point where their bodies joined as Callum withdrew almost all of his cock and then slowly entered her again. She moaned. That was his beautiful cock filling her, sending ripples of pleasure through her with each long stroke. She couldn’t quite get over the sight. He built the pace between them and she still stared, feeling him plunge into her core as well as see it, alternating between watching the pleasure crossing his face and his cock. He met her gaze as she glanced up at his face in the mirror and groaned, pumping her harder. The thought that he was watching them too, that they were both watching how their bodies fit together, sent her arousal soaring. He ran his right hand over her bottom and she was so absorbed in watching his cock pumping into her, his buttocks tensing with each hard thrust, that she didn’t notice what he was doing. At first, she thought it was just the shift in position he made that caused the startling tingles that shot through her, but then she felt something push deeper.

Kristina gasped and her gaze shot to her bottom.

Callum pressed his thumb to her anus and edged it inside. She couldn’t tell how much. The feel of it in combination with the feel of his cock plunging into her was too much pleasure for her to handle. She moaned, writhed, tried to keep her eyes open and fixed on what he was doing, knowing her orgasm would be the most incredible experience if she did. Callum withdrew his length and thrust into her again, his thick shaft disappearing into her body, and she screamed out her climax.

Everything went hazy for a few seconds, Callum’s thrusts not slowing, his left hand holding her fast as he pumped into her, and then came back.

Callum eased his thumb out and then in a little deeper, the pace of his movements different to his wild thrusts. She moaned and her knees trembled, threatening to give out.

“Take me to the bed,” she whispered and he did.

He pulled out of her, scooped her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. She sighed as he laid her down on it and rolled onto her front, raising her bottom so he could continue with what he had been doing. She didn’t want him to stop. Not when it felt so good and he hadn’t found release yet.

Callum rubbed her bottom.

“Kristina,” he whispered and she looked over her shoulder at him. The dark hunger in his eyes told her what he wanted and she nodded, wanting to experience it too.

He positioned her on her front and then went to the bedside table. He grabbed the bottle of lubricant and the bullet vibrator he had bought during his outing and came back to her. She relaxed into the bed, sated from her orgasm, ready to melt. The lubricant was cold on her bottom but soon warmed as Callum rubbed her, teasing her with shallow presses of his fingers inside her. He pushed his fingers back into her hot core, reigniting her desire, sending her heart fluttering. She writhed and moaned, desire taking control of her again, making her seek another release.

Kristina looked over her shoulder when he withdrew his fingers and she groaned as he slathered every inch of his cock with the lubricant. He moved over her, raised her bottom off the bed, and opened her with one hand while positioning himself with his other. She bit her lip at the first nudge of the blunt head of his cock against her anus. His gaze met hers and he pressed a little deeper. She sank her teeth into her lower lip. It stung as he nudged further in and he stilled. It felt as though he was tearing her apart.

He lowered his other hand to her clit and teased it.

“Relax,” he whispered and swirled his fingers around her, distracting her from the tight pain.

“Does it always hurt?”

He smiled. “I don’t know. I’ve never done it before.”

Kristina’s eyebrows rose. A first for both of them.

He squeezed more lubricant onto his cock and her, and eased a little deeper inside. The pain started to fade but it still stung. The feel of his fingers pinching and teasing her clit kept her mind off it though. Callum grunted and she moaned when he withdrew a few inches and then plunged deeper. God. His fingers danced over her, keeping her balanced on the edge, and he pressed harder into her. She moaned hoarsely at the same time as him, feeling the rest of his cock slide into her anus. The pain subsided as he slowly moved out of her and then back in, his fingers shifting to her core. He plunged the small vibrator into her, the dual penetration sending a shiver through her, and she groaned into the pillow.

Each slow stroke of his cock into her backside tore an animalistic grunt from Callum and sent her quivering. His pace built gently, a little quicker and harder with each stroke, his tempo still discordant with his thrusts of the vibrator into her warm sheath. She moaned and clutched the bedclothes, clinging to them, head reeling with pleasure and how surprisingly good it felt to have his cock penetrating her anus, stretching her body.

Callum released the vibrator, leaving it buzzing inside her sheath, and his fingers moved to her clit again and he rubbed it. It was too much for her. Kristina came undone, violent trembles racking her and his name falling hoarsely from her lips. He thrust deeper into her, hips pumping faster as her body relaxed beneath him, and then cried close to her ear as he climaxed, flooding her with his cool seed. His cock pulsed as he settled against her back, still buried deep in her body and the vibrator still buzzing, sending hot shivers of desire pulsing outwards from her core.

She turned her face towards him and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He licked a spot on the back of her shoulder and she shivered, ached for him to go through with what he wanted to do. He glanced at her, paused, and then sank his fangs into her shoulder.

Kristina cried out, body bucking against his, and climaxed again. Burning waves crashed through her and Callum groaned behind her, his teeth buried as deep in her flesh as his cock was. She moaned and writhed, drugged by the feel of him taking her blood into him, by how it felt to be so possessed by him. She wanted to possess him too.

She groped around, painfully twisting her arm to reach his. She grabbed his wrist, pulled it to her, and sank her fangs into his forearm, biting hard into his soft flesh. His blood burst onto her tongue, strong and intoxicating, and he grunted against her back and thrust into her. The feel of his cock pulsing again, his seed flowing into her, and his slowing pulls on her blood, as well as the encroaching fuzzy darkness at the edge of her vision, warned what was coming.

She managed only a single mouthful of blood before the darkness claimed her.

When Kristina came around, Callum was lying next to her on the bed, naked and spent, his soft cock resting against her hip. He was awake.

“We really should stop biting during sex,” he said with a lazy sated smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Incredible.” She stretched, noting that she was under the covers now and that the vibrator stood beside her on the table, and that she was clean again. Callum must have taken care of her. She sank into the soft bed, feeling as though she had slept for days. “How long was I out?”

“It’s gone nine. Only an hour.” He ran a hand over her shoulder and she shivered when his fingers brushed the bite mark there. “You taste divine.”

“Mmm, you too. Better than anything I’ve had the pleasure of drinking before.” She rolled onto her side, leaned over and lightly swept her lips over his.

He moaned and pushed her backwards. “You’re giving him the wrong impression.”

She glanced down at his cock. It was already semi-hard. She stroked it, teasing him and enjoying the way he growled and frowned at her. He took her hand away from his penis and slapped it.

“Why not?” Kristina pouted.

He smiled, charming and handsome, his green eyes bright with it. “Because I want to take you out to dinner.”

“Really?” Kristina stared at him. Like a real date? “What are you going to do during this date? Just sit there and watch me?”

“And kiss you,” he said with a wider smile. “Bathe and dress.”

Kristina nodded, went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. It was only when she was stepping out of it that she remembered she only had one set of clothes with her. She wrapped the towel around herself and walked back into the bedroom. Callum was still lounging on the bed in all his naked glory. It was hard to muster the desire to go out when he looked so temptingly tasty.

“I have nothing to wear to a restaurant,” she said and he frowned across the room at her.

“I can order you something.”

From the hotel? Kristina didn’t like the sound of that. He ordered everything for her and she was beginning to feel like a kept woman, not the independent one she had decided to be. She shook her head and he sat up.

“How about I get dressed, go back to my hotel, and pick up my things. I have the perfect dress for that ridiculously expensive restaurant I expect you have in mind.”

He grinned as though amused that she could see straight through him too and then a strange fire lit his eyes and he held his hand out to her. She went to him, slipped her hand into his, and let him lead her onto the bed. He kissed her, his hands firm against her sides, and was still smiling when he drew back.