When his eyebrows hit his forehead and a smirk draws on his face, I know he’s loving this. Even if he won’t admit it. Even if he’ll probably put up a fight for control.
“You’re asking for it, baby.”
In a knee-jerk reaction, I raise my hand and slap him across the face. My hand immediately claps over my mouth. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry! I was trying to be…kinky.”
His laughter eases my embarrassment, and when his fingertips pinch my waist, I’m completely over it.
“You don’t have to pretend with me. We both know who’s in control in the bedroom.”
I feel like he’s testing me. Trying to see how far I’ll take this.
“Is that so?” I bite my bottom lip, observing the cocksure expression on his face. “Sounds like a challenge.” He goes to sit up, trying to move me, being the control freak that he is. I push him back down. “Whoever comes first loses. If I win, you forgive me for running out and going to The Grotto.”
He quirks a brow. “And if I win?”
I tap my finger to my chin, thinking. I’ve got it. “If you win, I’ll let go of all the asshole things you’ve done to me.”
“Including the birth control?”
“That’s a big one. But, sure. Why not? I plan on winning anyways.”
Cal laughs. “Oh, it’s on, baby.” He holds out his hand, ready to shake on the deal.
Even though it was my challenge, I’m hesitant. Mostly because I’ve always been one to hold on to grudges. I have a problem with throwing mistakes in people’s faces, even when I’ve made my own fair share of them. Maybe it’s time to change that.
I place my hand in his and give it a jerk, sealing the deal. Before I can even pull away, Cal is flipping me over until he’s the one on top. I let out a squeal as his naked body cloaks mine.
Our mouths crash together. Hard and forceful, teeth clanking, lips bruising. When my tongue invades his mouth, he sucks the tip of it then moves to my bottom lip, sucking so hard that the taste of copper seeps into my mouth.
My hands coast down his back, nails digging into the skin as I roll my hips, trying to gain friction. Then I remember this is a challenge, not a quest. Sliding my hand between our bodies, I get a firm grip on his erection. He presses down, stopping me from stroking, while breathing heavily into my mouth.
In a swift motion, he pulls my hand out from between us and pins it over my head.
“Oh, this is war," I seethe into his mouth.
He grabs my other wrist, restraining it in the same manner. “Bring it on.”
He devours every inch of my neck—nipping, biting, sucking—then moves to my ear. Tingles shoot through my entire body, and I’m half tempted to throw in the towel.
My need for him overpowers my desire to win. I can move on from everything he’s done. I pretty much already have. What started as one thing, grew to something so much more with us. He couldn’t have predicted that.
“Crumble, baby. You know you want to.” His words sweep across my mouth in a gruff whisper.
Nope. I will not crumble.
Using all my strength, I push my hands to his chest. To him, it’s laughable, but I manage to get a firm grip on his erection between our smoldering bodies. Cal works up a sweat, trying to gain the upper hand, but when I squirm out from beneath him and he flips on his back, I know that I’ve got this in the bag.
He tries to stop me when my lips wrap around his girth, tongue flicking against his under shaft.
“I was born with restraint, Bella. Suck my dick all you want…holy fuck!”
I smirk around him while I slide him in and out of my mouth.
His fingers wrap around the ponytail on my head and he tugs forcefully. So much that it feels like my follicles are on fire, though it only arouses me further.
I pop him out of my mouth, then lick my way down to his balls, sucking one in my mouth and humming.
“God, baby. Don’t stop.”
I question him with raised eyebrows as I suck his other ball into my mouth. It seems he’s forgotten this is a challenge. My mouth presses to his pelvic bone, and I kiss my way up to his stomach. “Giving up already?”
I’m desperate for him to be inside me. So desperate I’d give up the win.
Once I’m straddling his thighs and his dick is lined up with my entrance, he lets out a gravelly breath and grabs me by the waist, lowering me onto his cock.
It slides in with ease, filling me completely as I begin bouncing on him. Two hands pinch my hips, gliding me up and down.
My nails rake against his chest, clawing their way down.
Cal presses his thumb to my clit as I ride him, rubbing in vicious circles that instantaneously bring me to the brink of orgasming. If I don’t stop him now, he’ll win.
His tenacity doesn’t falter. He pushes hard, rubbing faster. Lust-filled eyes meet mine, the rise and fall of his chest mimicking my own unfulfilled breaths.
My head falls back, eyes closed as I give in. Climbing higher and higher. Electricity riding through my veins and hitting every nerve in my body.
I hold my breath, squeezing his cock as my walls close tightly around him. I’m not even sure how I stand a chance at winning now and I don’t even care.
“I’m gonna lose,” I cry out, bringing my head forward. My mouth falls open, and I’d swear my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Give me your hand,” Cal says, not waiting for me to offer it to him. He picks it up off his chest, takes two of my fingers and closes the others. Pressing my own fingers against my clit, he grumbles, “Rub it.”
I do as I’m told. Rubbing slow circles with little pressure. I’ve never done anything like this with an audience. It’s exciting and new and the way his eyes watch my movements as I take control of my own pleasure turns me on. Each passing second gives me a new sense of comfort and before I know it, I’m vibrating against the pads of my fingers and screaming as I ride his dick.
Grinding against him, rolling his cock inside of me, I keep rubbing myself—watching him, waiting for him to explode inside me.
My orgasm hits me full force as I spill around his cock that’s still engulfed in me.
Without warning, Cal grabs my waist and lifts me up, a stream of his cum shoots upward, hitting my fingers as I continue to rub myself, using his arousal as lube for my pleasure.
It’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen—even more than watching the couples at The Grotto because I get to experience it.
When I become sensitive to my own touch, I stop rubbing and collapse on top of Cal. Our sticky bodies come together and he wraps his arms around my head, holding me close.
“Well, who won?” I ask breathlessly.
“Let’s call it a tie. We both won.”
I lift my head to look at him. “Or we both lost and we stick to our end of the deal.”
“I like that idea.” His hands grab my cheeks and he pulls me in for a kiss.
Looks like it’s time for us both to forget the past and start planning for our future—together.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“It’s about time,” I say to Anders through the phone, my eyes wandering to Bella, who’s spreading cream cheese on a bagel, while sitting on the bed and watching Friends. “Give him the phone.”