Cal catches me looking at him and smirks. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
My hand rests on his lap, climbing up until it’s sitting on his crotch. “I’ve missed you.”
He places a hand on mine, squeezing it until I’m squeezing him. His erection grows little by little, until he’s rock-hard beneath my hand. He leans over and whispers, “Have you now?” Warm breath hits the nape of my neck, sending chills down my spine.
“Mmmhmm,” I hum, rubbing his cock through his pants.
His eyes burn into mine, biting at his bottom lip. “Well, I’m here now. What are you gonna do about it?”
I look past him at the driver’s rearview mirror and catch him watching us. He immediately returns his focus to the road. I move my hand to my lap and sulk. “Absolutely nothing because we have company.”
Cal shoots a look at the front seat. “Who? Him?” He says in a breathy voice, “Fuck that guy. I’ll fire him when we’re finished to remove all awkwardness.” Strong hands grab my waist, and he lifts me up until I’m straddling his lap. “There, now he can’t even see you.”
I chuckle. “He can see me. I just can’t see him.”
His mouth finds my neck, and I welcome it by tilting my head. “Same thing.”
When his hand slides up the sweatshirt I changed into before we left the island, I give in to the desire. Reaching under my bra, he pinches the bud of my nipple and a whimper of pleasure climbs up my throat.
Cal moves his hand back down, trailing his fingers delicately across my stomach and beneath the waistband of my sweatpants.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” Cal says, taking me by surprise.
“What? Of course we should. I need this. I need you.”
“You’ve been through a lot today. You sure?” he asks, eyes wide and full of mischief. I think part of him likes that we have an audience, and part of me is also turned on by that fact.
I lick my lips and nod. “Positive.”
His hand slides down, thumb grazing my sensitive nub. My heart picks up speed and I pull his face to mine, cupping his cheeks in my hands. Our mouths collide recklessly. My back arches as I roll my hips, forcing pressure on his hand down my pants.
Curled fingers dip inside me and I lift up just a bit, giving him better access. I can already feel my desire for him pooling around his touch. I shouldn’t want this right now. But after all I’ve been through, I just want to feel something other than terror and torment.
Before long, I’m riding his hand, and we’re full-blown making out like two teenagers in the back seat of the car. There’s no hiding how much I want this, how much I’ve missed this. Cal and his magical fingers continue to work me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm.
His hand grips my hip, teeth dragging across my lower lip and sucking it in his mouth before releasing it like a rubber band. We resume tangling our tongues and stealing each other's breaths.
“Fuck, Cal,” I cry out as he pushes harder and deeper. I bounce up and down on his hand, driving his fingers farther inside me.
“That’s right, baby. Show me how much you’ve missed me. Come around my fingers.”
His words turn me on even more. Pushing me over the edge as I come undone. I don’t even try to muffle my cries of pleasure. My thighs tighten, walls clenched as my orgasm spills into his hand.
When I come down, I smile through the aftershock rippling through me. His fingers leave me and I miss them already.
Cal slides his fingers in my mouth, feeding me my arousal. My lips close around them, tongue swirling, licking my own juices while gazing into his molten eyes.
He pops them out of my mouth, then kisses me. “You taste so good, baby.”
I purr into his mouth, our chests heaving together.
In one swift motion, Cal undoes his pants and his cock springs free. Hungry and ready to reclaim what’s his. “Take these off,” he commands, pulling on my sweatpants.
I look over my shoulder, catching the driver’s eyes again, but smirk inwardly. He’s a driver for the rich and reckless, I’m sure this isn’t the first time someone has fucked in the back seat of his car.
Cal grabs my face and presses his lips firmly against mine, teeth colliding and lips swelling. He mutters into my mouth, “Let him watch.”
I’m not sure why that thought is satisfying, but it is. I’m learning a lot about what I find to be sexually satisfying. Like watching those people in The Grotto. I was highly aroused by it.
I lift up and tug my sweatpants and panties off, letting them fall to the floor. Cal pushes his pants all the way down, then pulls me onto his lap. His cock sinks inside me, wasting no time. Completely filling me up, I take all of him.
“God, I’ve missed you.” His fingers sweep beneath my shirt, then pull my bra down, freeing one of my breasts. Leaning forward, he takes my nipple between his teeth. Biting, tugging, and sucking.
I kiss his swollen eye, down to his bruised cheek. “Not as much as I’ve missed you.” My fingers dig into his hair, hugging his face to my chest. He moves to the next breast, sucking with so much tenacity that pain quickly becomes pleasure.
I ride him harder, faster. My tits bouncing with me. One hand pinches my waist as Cal holds me tightly, as if he fears I’ll escape him. Our bodies meld together, a sheen of sweat coating both our foreheads.
“Holy shit, Bella,” Cal grumbles, dropping his head back and watching me as I fuck him. His eyes burn into mine, while every inch of him consumes me.
I grip his shoulders, using them to balance myself as I move faster. I don’t muffle my sounds, knowing full well that the driver hears me, sees us, and is likely jerking his cock as he takes us down the highway.
Cal’s head comes back up; he plants both hands on my waist and squeezes as his breath holds and he grunts through his release.
We’re both breathless, sweaty, and trying to calm our racing hearts.
My head rests on his shoulder, and he strokes his fingers through my hair.
As I’m sitting here, coming down from my high, I remember something Byron said.
What if I told you that you were never protected when you had sex with him? What if I told you that instead of taking birth control, you were taking fertility pills because Callum was trying to impregnate you?
I sit up, adjust my shirt, and broach the topic casually as I reach for my pants. “Hey, Cal. Remember those birth control pills you had Peter give me?”
He quirks a brow. “Yeah, what about them?”
I raise my shoulder nonchalantly and continue to fumble with my pants. “They were birth control pills, right?”
Cal goes quiet for a minute and I feel like he’s sucked the air right out of my lungs. His silence is alarming. The tiny hairs on my arms stand up as I press for an answer. “Right?”
Cal lifts his waist and pulls his pants up, avoiding eye contact. “Why are you even asking about those pills?”
Once we’re both wiped up and dressed, I curl one leg under the other and face him as he stares straight ahead.
Agitation takes hold of me and I’m not in the mood for this beating around the bush shit. “Just answer the damn question, Cal.”
He finally looks at me, sorrow in his expression. He takes my hand in his. “No, babe. They weren’t birth control pills. But let me—”