CHAPTER EIGHT
Callin
Freya was so stiff in my arms and I pulled away from her, looking closely into her face. She wouldn’t look at me and I tilted her head up to meet her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked her as Freya moved up to kiss me again. Her arms slid around my neck and I pulled her against me. She was always passionate with me and Braden but tonight there was a need in her kiss. Freya deepened it and her hands slid down my back, slipping into my jeans. She kept at it, slipping her tongue against mine as I grasped the shirt that she was wearing in my fist.
“Are you with anyone else, Callin?” Freya asked softly as she pulled away, just inches from my mouth.
“What? No.” I assured her before she pressed her lips to mine again. I hadn’t thought of being with any other woman since seeing Freya come that first time. I was addicted. “Have you?”
“No. I can barely handle this,” Freya laughed as she pulled me over to her bed. We fell, kissing hungrily as I settled myself between her legs. My arms slid beside her and I felt her heat through the thin material of her camisole. Her nipples were hard, and I gasped against her lips as she arched against me. I slipped her shirt off, finding her bare underneath. My mouth moved down her body, sucking a nipple between my teeth as she cried out. I was glad that she was the only one on this floor as she writhed underneath me. I moved down her stomach, slipping off her shorts before I buried my face inside her dripping pussy. Freya reached down and gripped my hair as I licked her slit, firmly and slowly. She gasped as I moved against her clit, circling it. She was so responsive to me. My cock was strained against my jeans and I moved my hips up to rip the buttons down. My bare heat rested against her skin and I slid my tongue inside of her tight entrance. I loved fucking her this way and smiled as they rocked against me.
Freya came with a low cry, soaking me with her release as I kept my mouth locked on her body. I felt my cock twitch, longing to be inside of her as I slowly licked her. I pushed the need down as I rose and rested my face on her stomach, staring into her flushed face. Freya’s eyes were hooded, and she reached down to stroke my face.
“I want you,” she whispered as I froze. “I have condoms in here. I’m ready and I want you.” I stared into her face, seeing her hair messy around her face as she tried to pull me up. I kicked off my jeans on the way and took the package that she handed me with shaking hands.
“Are you sure?” I asked as she nodded quickly. I knelt over her, sheathing myself before I told her to spread her legs for me. I dropped down between them and positioned myself in front of her, sliding in slowly. Freya gasped, and I moved slow, not wanting to hurt her. This was her first time having a man inside of her and she wanted me. I kissed her as I pressed in a little further, stretching her pussy around my cock. “You feel so good.” I moved deeper still, going by her cues.
Eventually, we were rocking together. I wanted to be as deep inside of her as I could be, and she arched her back to get more of me. I didn’t see the innocent Freya any longer. She was a passionate, sensual woman that pleased me in ways that no other woman could. She came a beat before me and her tight pussy made me jerk inside of her a few more times before I filled the latex wrapped around me. Jesus fucking Christ.
We rested in her bed together when we were done. I held her body close to mine and stroked her stomach as she smiled in the dim light from the window.
“Any regrets?” I whispered to her as she looked at me.
“No. We were headed there anyway. It felt right tonight.” Her voice was soft and sated. I was never sure who would be the first. I’d been messing around with her for a few weeks along with Braden now. We got time in at night when everyone was asleep, jumping from room to room. It was addicting, making me forget every other girl I’d had in my bed.
“I agree. You felt amazing wrapped around my dick.” I slipped a hand between her legs, stroking her clit again to make her moan for me. We were coming down from that when there was a tap at her door, making us both freeze under the covers.
“Freya? It’s me?” I heard Braden’s voice, and she told him to come in. He stumbled inside and made his way through the room. “Are you in bed?”
“Yeah. Callin is in here with me.” Freya told him as he paused.
“He is?” Braden asked, sounding disappointed. I felt a surge of adrenaline at the idea of him being jealous. It was more timing than anything else.
“He was home, Braden. You weren’t.” Her voice was a bit harsh, and I tightened my arms around her. “You seemed fine earlier at the pub with those girls.”
Ice filled me as I stared at her.
“The pub?” I repeated as she sucked her breath in. “You saw us?”
“I was shopping. I couldn’t help it.” Freya snapped as Braden moved to sit on the bed.
“Did you fuck me because you were pissed at my brother? What kind of point were you trying to make?” My tone was accusatory, and I stared at her for a long moment.
“You slept with him?” Braden asked as she huffed in annoyance.
“I told you that it was going to happen at some point. Tonight was it.” Freya said, tossing back her blankets, and walking to the bathroom.
“You were flirting with Maddie tonight. What the fuck do you care?” I hissed as Braden snorted.
“She was flirting with me, not the other way around.” He responded, and I rested my head back against the pillow. It hurt to think that she slept with me because she was hurt or just feeling emotional. I watched as the bathroom light shut off and Freya walked in, dressed in a thick robe.
“I want to be alone. Get out.” Her words were low, and I sat up, staring at her.
“What?”
“Go,” she said, and I slipped out of bed to pull my jeans back on. I left with Braden, securing the door behind me.
“What the hell was that? Did you force her to do that?” Braden asked as I stared at him. He continued down the stairs, and I followed with one last look at Freya’s door.
“No. Never. She asked me for it.” I could tell how pissed Braden was and paused at the door to the man cave. “Did she do this tonight because she was jealous?”
“I don’t fucking understand women. Never will.” Braden walked to his room and closed the door, ending all conversation for the night. I walked into mine and slipped on some boxers to sleep in. I stared down at my cock, marveling at the fact I was inside of her tonight. I could still feel her milking me, her walls tight and slick as she rocked against me. Fuck. She felt amazing. I reached down to stroke myself slowly, wondering if I’d ever have her again.
I knew that she’d be jealous seeing us with other girls. We still had a life outside of these castle walls with friends and activities. Freya had nothing apart from a budding friendship with someone from the staff. We his every interaction with her for both of our sakes and while I didn’t enjoy that, Freya was concerned about her job. She lived for helping her mother and getting her out of the situation that they’d gotten in.
If she was worried so much about that, she wasn’t staying here long-term. If she wasn’t staying here, then there was nothing to worry about for our future. We’d slept with staff before and perhaps she was no different. We’d all move on.
I dropped to my back and played back the way it felt to fuck her, jerking my cock with tight thrusts. If I couldn’t have Freya again, I’d have to have somebody. Going weeks without sex was brutal for me. I closed my eyes and came on my stomach, groaning her name. I reached for a tissue to clean up the mess before dropping it into the trash and closing my eyes.