Lost & Bound (17 page)

Callum

I watch Leila as she talks. Her hands move
excitedly as she describes something. She gently flicks her hair over her
shoulder, a habit that she’s not aware of.

Her cleavage peeks out of her top, not
intentionally so, but I notice anyway. The feeling in the pit of my stomach
intensifies. I need to be close to this girl. She crosses her legs in front of
her body. Her foot grazes mine and she smiles shyly. Just with this one subtle
smirk, she can cause my body to heat all over. I’ve never experienced such a
thing, but I swear she evokes feelings in me that I never knew existed.

“What do you think?” she asks and I have no
idea what she’s talking about. My mind is elsewhere. She caught me staring at
her lips. The whole time I’ve been thinking about how nice it would be to kiss
them again.

I offer her an innocent smile. “What do I
think about what?”

“You didn’t hear anything I’ve been
saying?” She nudges me with her shoulder, already knowing the truth.

I smile. “You are so beautiful.” I watch
her cheeks color and the dimple appears in her cheek as she fights a smile.

“You’re just saying that,” she says without
looking at me.

I scoff. “I’m saying it because it’s the
truth.”

She sighs, lacing her fingers together in
her lap. “What type of girl do you like?” she asks shyly.

You.

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t really have
a type. What’s your type?” I throw the question back at her.

She lets her head fall back against the
mattress as she tucks her feet underneath her body.

“He’s a kind and generous person. He loves to
laugh and he’s not afraid to cry. He is tall, but not so tall that I can’t
reach his lips. And he has light hair, brown or blonde, and he has light eyes,
not brown like mine.”

“Your eyes are beautiful.”

Her eyes snap to mine as if she’s just had
a realization.

“You know when I watch American television
the man always compliments the woman, but he never says she has a nice butt or
nice breasts, he says she has beautiful eyes.”

I chuckle at her observation. “We also say
that the eyes are the windows to the soul.”

She smiles faintly. “Do you believe it’s
true?”

I lean forward and look into her eyes. She
bites on the corner of her lip, but doesn’t shy away. After a few moments pass I
answer her. “Yep, it’s the truth.”

She smiles to herself as I stretch my arm
between us and cover her hand with mine.

“What is it?” She smiles, the same dimple
appearing in her left cheek. I fight the urge to kiss it.

Without saying a word, I pull her onto my
lap, the curve of her ass hitting my cock. I wrap my arms around her middle as
my lips meet her bare shoulder.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” I
whisper.

I kiss her shoulder again. Her skin tastes
sweet against my lips.

“Tell me how much,” she responds softly.
Her words come in a breathy tone that tells me she wants me as much as I want
her.

I feel her body relax against mine. She
trusts me completely, which is both a blessing and a curse at the same time. I
can’t hurt this girl. I have to do everything in my power to protect her.

She leans back against my chest, grazing my
bruised ribs with her body. It should hurt, but for once, it doesn’t. She numbs
the pain with the softness of her touch.

“I want you so much, I’ve wanted you this
whole time,” I whisper against the rim of her ear. “You are the first thing I
think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I fall asleep.
You are perfect.”

She slips her hand underneath mine, lacing
our fingers together.

I breathe against her bare skin and feel
goose bumps rise on the surface. “So perfect.”

I move our entwined hands across her
stomach, down to the apex of her thighs and slowly to her sex. Both of our
hands run over the thin piece of material that’s covering her. I hear her
breathing hitch as her head falls back against my shoulder.

She guides me where she wants me, our
fingers running up and down her pussy, a soft moan escaping from the back of
her throat.

She spreads her legs wider as our fingers
start to move in a fast rhythm, her hips moving up and down in time with our
breathing. I can feel her wetness through her panties, my cock rising to
attention as soon as I feel how turned on she is. She moves her ass from side
to side against my hardness, challenging me to take her here and now.

I kiss her shoulder again, this time my
tongue running a line along the exposed flesh.

“Do you like that?” I whisper against her
skin.

Her head falls back further, her whole body
in a state of arousal.

She mutters an incoherent “Mmmm,” as I
continue stroking, her hand guiding me right where she needs me.

“Leila,” I whisper. “Leila, I want you to
come against my hand.”

A whimper escapes, but this time she
doesn’t hold it back, her moans now loud and unapologetic.

I tightly grip her hand in mine and move it
under the band of her underwear, my finger slipping inside her for the first
time, feeling her without the barrier of her panties.

Her other hand takes mine and brings it up
to her breast, cupping and squeezing gently. I can feel her nipple harden
beneath the sheer fabric of her top. I pinch it between my thumb and forefinger
causing her whole body to tense.

The way her body reacts beneath my
fingertips is the biggest fucking turn on. I never thought it would be this way
with Leila. I never expected her to be so ready.

“Fuck.” I bite into her shoulder as our
hands move against her pussy in perfect rhythm. She controls the pace, telling
me how fast she wants it, how fast she needs it. Her back arches against me and
I feel her pussy pulse as she comes against my fingers—against both of
our fingers. Her whole body submits to the orgasm that I’ve wanted to give her
for so long. Her moans are desperate and impulsive and everything I need to
hear in that very second. They are all I can
comprehend
as her tight ass rubs against my cock.

Moments pass before her breathing steadies and
her body stills. She falls off my lap and slides her ass against the cold
concrete floor. Her hair creates the perfect halo around her face. She looks up
at me shyly, her cheeks rosy red from arousal or embarrassment—or perhaps
both.

She reaches forward, her fingers grasping
the waistband of my pants as she gently tugs on them. I bring my hands to hers,
stopping her before she pulls my pants loose.

“What are you doing?” I question.

“I need to please you now,” she says like
it’s an obligation.

I shake my head. “That’s not why I did
that.”

I grab her by her arm and pull her against
my chest.

“I did it because I wanted to be close to
you and I wanted you to feel good. That’s all. There was no hidden agenda.”

I kiss her forehead and she
rests
against my chest.

“Are you sure?” she asks, her fingers
drawing patterns on my chest against the drumming of my heart.

“Positive.”

I kiss the crown of her head and feel her
body relax against mine.

When I hear her breathing even out I know
she’s asleep. Slipping my t-shirt over my head, I fold it and place it under
her like a pillow. She doesn’t stir. And this time, she doesn’t dream.

Leila

I never thought I would want a man near me
ever again. I had given up on love and was resigned to the fact that happily
ever after was not for me. And then I met Callum.

I struggled with men, even before coming
here. I had trust issues, the only man I ever loved, the one person I thought I
could trust, left me when I was nine.

I was, without a doubt, a daddy’s girl. Always
by my father’s side, constantly following him around, dreading the times we
were forced apart.

“Papai,” I said. “Don’t leave me.”

“Go play with your friends, meu amor.”

We were at the beach and it was such a warm
day. The kind of day where the sand burns your feet and the sea feels like
you’ve just stepped into a warm bath.

“What if I can’t find you, Papai?”

The beach was crowded. More people had
flooded the sandy shores than usual.

He smiled at me, tucking my hair behind my
ear. “If you can’t find me, I’ll find you. Your papai will always find his way
back to you, filhinha.”
Little daughter
,
his pet name for me.

It took the space of one afternoon to
change all that. I did find my way back to my father on the beach that day, but
a few months later he didn’t return home from work. A head on collision with a
drunk driver cost my father his life and from that point on, I never trusted my
heart to another man.

Sure I’d had boyfriends, but nothing
serious. It was hard for me to connect on an emotional level, having lost my
father so young and having grieved him for months that eventually turned into
years. All I wanted was to protect my heart.

And now, there’s Callum. He challenges
everything I thought I knew. He makes my heart sing and I feel excited for a future
that I never believed I deserved.

“What are you thinking about?” Callum bumps
me with his foot pulling me from my thoughts.

“Life,” I answer dreamily.

It’s absurd given our predicament, but for
once I am excited to think about life.

Callum reclines back on the bed. With his
left hand still tied to the post it leaves him little room to move, but he
props himself up on his other elbow.

“Come here.” He gestures with his finger,
drawing me toward him.

Each night we sleep next to one another on
the bed. He holds me when I need it and gives me space when he knows I can take
contact no more. I don’t have to say anything, he just knows. He’s good like
that.

As I crawl toward him, I notice the look on
his face. The look that tells me he wants me in the same way I want him.

I pivot my body so I’m sitting on top of
him. For once I have the power and I like it.

The whole time I’ve been here I was worried
I would never have these feelings again. The feeling of being attracted to a
man, wanting him to touch me and be inside of me, but Callum has changed all
that. I have no doubts with him. I know what I want and I’m going to get it.

He runs his free hand along the outside of
my right thigh, stopping at the base and giving my ass a quick squeeze. It’s
gentle but forceful at the same time.

I can feel him beneath me, his cock getting
hard against my sex. I rock against it just enough to tease him. The smirk on
his lips tells me he knows what I’m doing.

I lean forward slowly making sure he gets
an ample view of my cleavage. I gradually dip my head and kiss his lips. It’s
just a gentle peck, but it ignites something within. I lean back and notice the
fire in his eyes.

“Leila,” he whispers.

I run my fingers down his neck, along his
collarbone and then down his chest. He has such a nice body. He works out a
lot. I can feel it when I reach his stomach, his muscles hard and defined. When
I reach the v that leads beneath his pants he stops me.

“Leila,” he says again.

“Yes?”

“Do not do this.” He swallows roughly. “Do
not do this if you’re thinking about him.”

I pause for a moment, wondering if I can
get past this, get past
him
. But there is no question in my mind. The
man I’m thinking of is beneath me and I’m about to make love to him.

“Leila.”

“I cannot think of anyone but you,” I tell
him.

It’s the truth. In this moment all I can
comprehend is Callum.

He reaches up, grabs me behind my neck and
brings my face to meet his. He looks into my eyes before pressing his lips to
mine. The kiss is slow and sensual at first, but when I slip my tongue into his
mouth he welcomes me. The kiss turns hungry, primal almost, as if he can’t get
enough of me. A moan escapes as he rocks back and forth against my entrance.
Even through his track pants I can feel that he’s ready for me.

I break the kiss and move down his body,
pulling at the waistband of his pants slowly.

“Leila, tell me if this is too much,” he
whispers.

“Shhh,” I reassure him. “I want this.”

I move down the bed and pull his pants from
his body. He has no underwear on. His hard-on greets me and my eyes go wide
from the sight of him. He props himself up on his elbow.

“I want to undress you.” His eyes plead
with me.

I nod my head and move up the bed so he can
reach me. I kneel on the comforter and settle next to him. He sits upright, his
muscles contracting with each movement, my eyes mesmerized by the sight. I have
never seen such a perfect man.

His lips meet my skin and he slowly places
feather light kisses down the curve of my neck and then along my collarbone.
His lips make their way down my chest, grabbing the hem of my top and lifting
it up to reveal my bra.

“I’ve waited so long.” He swallows, his
eyes sparkling as they take me in.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” I
remind him as I cast my eyes to the side shamefully.

He shakes his head. “No, this time it’s
different, I promise you that. Just pretend for me.” He pauses, his fingers leave
my body and I miss them. Oh, how I miss them.

“Pretend what?” I lick my lips as I wait
for him to continue.

“Pretend this is the first time for both of
us, because in my mind, this is the only time that matters.”

His words force me into action. I pull my
top over my head and then unfasten my bra with one hand revealing my naked body
to him.

He inhales, holding the air in his lungs
for an awfully long time while his eyes drink me in. Despite everything, Callum
wants me and that’s the biggest turn on.

He wraps his free arm around my middle and
pulls me on top of him. My legs fall either side of his body, straddling him as
his mouth lingers on my breasts. I feel his teeth graze my nipple, the feeling
rippling through my body.

His free hand starts to knead my breasts as
his tongue moves down my body and to my stomach. He reclines back on the bed,
his hand grabbing mine. “Sit on me,” he says.

I cock my eyebrow. “I am sitting on you.”

His mouth moves into a crooked grin. “Sit
on my face.”

My cheeks warm as his hand pulls me
forward. “I don’t…”

He smiles, revealing his perfect set of
teeth. “Sit on me,” he says again.

I’m reluctant, but I move anyway. I place
my knees on either side of his head as my pussy meets his mouth.

His tongue flicks over my lips and the
shock of it causes me to gasp.

“You okay?” He chuckles.

“Yes.” I’m more than okay.

Without warning his tongue licks me again,
this time entering between my folds and flicking against my clit.

With his free hand, he brings his thumb to
my pussy and presses into me, gently at first, but as his tongue continues
lapping against my wetness his thumb works harder at kneading the spot I need
him.

I start rocking my hips against his mouth
as I feel myself coming close to letting go completely. My hand moves to his
head, my fingers twisting through his hair, lightly pulling at his locks as his
mouth eats me from side to side.

“Callum,” I moan, my eyes closed, my other
hand moving to fondle my own breasts, something I would usually be too
embarrassed to do in the presence of another.

His mouth continues to eat me, grinding
against me as his tongue flicks against my clit, taking me close, so close to
exploding.

“Oh, Callum,” I cry as my fingers twist in
his hair, rocking his head back and forth, guiding him right where I need him.
“Callum,” I cry again, this time as my body tightens and I submit to the most
intense orgasm of my life.

I moan as his tongue finishes me off,
lapping up everything I gave him.

My fingers loosen from his hair as my body
comes down from the high. I open my eyes and look at him beneath me. I drop to
Callum’s side, my arm falling over my face, covering my eyes as I feel the
embarrassment begin to surface.

He rolls onto his side, his arm falling
across my stomach.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, genuine concern in
his voice.

“I’m just…” I start, my eyes clamped shut.
“It’s just…”

His face comes close to mine. I can feel
his warm breath on my neck.

“Are you embarrassed?” I can hear the smile
in his voice, which makes me feel worse.

He grabs my arm, pulling it away from my
face.

“Look at me.”

I shake my head.

“Leila, look at me.”

I peek one eye open and chance a look in
his direction. He’s watching me, a smirk on his lips. He dips his head, kissing
my lips, his tongue entering my mouth, moving against my tongue with such
passion I think he may bruise my lips.

“Do you taste that?” he asks. “Do you taste
yourself on my mouth, your come all over my lips? That is the sexiest thing
I’ve ever seen,” he says. “You coming on my face as your hands explored your
own body.”

I open both eyes and look at him.

“The sexiest thing ever,” he repeats, this
time his face is serious.

I prop myself up by my elbows and cup his
face with my hand, pulling his lips back to mine. Yes, I can taste it. I can
taste my orgasm on his lips and it’s sexy as hell.

I kiss him harder as my hand reaches
between us. I grab the length of his penis, wrapping my fingers around the base
and pulling it against my hip.

He takes in a deep breath, the air
whooshing between his teeth, his eyes creeping closed.

“Now, I will please you,” I say and I watch
the
anticipation
spread across
his face.