Chapter Nine
Iris
We were a whirling mess of hands and tearing fabric by the time we got off of the elevator to the top floor presidential suite. I was amazed with how heated we were that we didn’t fall short of getting into the room. At least on the top floor, it was key-only access, and there was no way that we’d be spotted by stray hotel guests. Still, it was all such a tornado of sensation—his scruff against my chin, the scent of chocolate and fine whiskey, the soft silk of his button down against my palms—that it overwhelmed me. I’m sure the room was nice, but I couldn’t process much about it.
In fact, I didn’t even remember making all the steps to the bed before I was lying on it and looking up hungrily at my…at Callum. He wasn’t my anything. Not my lover, not forever, but for tonight we’d have anything we wanted.
Tonight, I was going to know all about the world, all about the feelings I’d missed.
Callum started by crawling up from the foot of the bed, his body moving with the lithe, sensuous grace of a jungle cat. Yes, like a lion. He was king of all he surveyed, and Callum moved with that kind of confidence. That kind of purpose.
His shirt was ripped half open, and I hadn’t quite realized in my haze how hard I’d been on his buttons. Then again, the half open look was a good look for Callum. It could only be beaten by him stripping completely naked. There was soft moonlight coming in from the window, and it played across the lines of his abs. I could make out at least three ridgelines of his six pack, but I bet there was more.
Licking my lips, I commanded him. “Take your shirt off.”
His upper lip curled up, and I wondered if I seemed to him like one of those kittens dumb enough to swipe at a full-grown tiger, like I had no idea what I was getting myself into. “Now, you’re going to order me around, vixen? I think I like that.”
I nodded and bit my lower lip before speaking. “Exactly, we need to start by getting you naked.”
He chuckled. “Alright, luv, I can deal with that.”
Hopping off the bed for a moment, he stood tall and started working at his clothes. First, he pulled off the maroon Oxford he’d been wearing. My clit pulsed, and I pressed my legs together, trying to keep my lust to a minimum as he exposed his chest to me. Muscular arms and broad shoulders greeted me, tapering down into a solid, thick torso. There wasn’t a six pack. No, he had a ten pack, the body of a Greek god, and I loved watching how the silvery moonlight played across his skin. Then he reached down and undid the button on his pants.
My breath hitched as I anticipated the sight that was coming. He’d fingered me and laved over my body in the office. I’d felt his hardness more than just in the limo, but it had always been through the fabric of his pants. He’d been teasing me, making me wait for what was coming. Now it was here.
His pants fell free, and I wasn’t surprised in the least when Callum O’Brien stood naked before me. The lines of his abs led to the defined shelf of his hips and then to the thatch of dark curls that surrounded his dick. It was already erect, rigid and waiting for me. I’d seen them on the internet and in porn that Allison would try and embarrass me with sometimes. But no, I had no experience with the real thing in the flesh. To be fair, I wasn’t sure if I was an expert on size or even knew the first thing about judging it.
Yet, with his dick standing tall and thickly veined around its head, it seemed to be so wide that I wasn’t sure if I’d fit it all into my mouth. You know, if he asked. But novice or not, it definitely looked to me like Callum was in a class by himself.
And that long, thick member was all for me.
Idly, he stroked his hardness. A small drop of precum leaked from his tip as he did it. My body felt like an inferno, like a raging fire building and crashing through it. I moaned and reached for my skirt, shimmying out of it awkwardly and throwing off my t-shirt as well. I’d already ditched the jacket somewhere in the elevator.
“You like that, do you, luv?”
“Yes, now come to me, Cal.”
His eyes seemed to flash with mischief and with promises of the long night to come. It made his eyes appear even bluer. “Yes, missus, I know what you need.”
“I trust you do,” I said, my voice a low, throaty purr. I was the vixen tonight—I was the girl who knew better, even if I had to fake my way around everything.
He straddled over me, and I felt the heft of him as he settled around my body. His member bobbed freely, and it pressed up against my belly, so warm and so inviting. Reaching over, Callum pinned my arms on either side of the mattress.
“You’re so ready, aren’t you, luv?”
I nodded. “I’m always ready for you.” To emphasize my point, I angled my hips toward him, even though I could barely lift them with his weight hovering over me. “What do you want to do?”
“Well, comfortable as this is, vixen, I need to be protected.”
My lower lip stuck out in a pout. In reality, we needed for him to be wrapped up tightly. I was on birth control, but I was sometimes a bit flighty with it, especially with the pressure of my new job. It just made sense to be as safe as possible. The last thing either of us needed was a baby in all of this.
God, my family would all have collective coronaries.
“Sure, but you better get back soon.”
He slid off me—for the last time, I hoped—and grabbed the package out of his pants pocket. A few brisk movements, and he was wearing the condom and back over top of me. He ground his hips into mine to show me he was as prepared as I was.
“God, you’re a fucking revelation, Iris. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
My façade broke then. I couldn’t be the naughty seductress, couldn’t play at that when even in our fun he was being so loving, so kind. Besides, no one had ever told me that before.
“No,” I said. “Not ever.”
He shifted his body enough to let his head fall low, to get him the angle needed to trace his tongue over the rigid peak of my nipple. His tongue snaked out and caressed the tip, sending an electric sizzle straight to my core.
Callum pulled back to speak. “Then they’re all dumb, all of them. Maybe blind.” He traced his fingers over my hip and squeezed. “Bloody tossers and idiots for good measure too.”
“Glad we can agree on something.” I bit my lower lip again. “Callum, please, show me everything. You can do anything you want. I just want my first time to be good.”
“I plan to make it fucking unforgettable, luv. Now, listen to me.”
***
Callum
“No, luv, get on your hands and knees for me.”
I shifted off of her. Fair to say, I’d been a bit of a tease with straddling her first, and we’d get to missionary, but I wanted to rock her world, to fuck her into next week. She wanted to feel passion and energy and heat her first time. She trusted me to give her an experience she’d never forget, and I knew which position helped get the ladies the most pleasure, helped get to their g-spot and their clit better than any other.
She frowned but did as I said.
I slid behind her and sat up on my knees. The ample curves of her ass rose up to greet me, and I ran my hands over the enticing mounds. I squeezed them and then lined my cock up with her entrance.
“I know doggie style isn’t everyone’s taste for a first time, luv, if you don’t want to…”
“No, I need this,” she said. “I don’t know anything about what we’re doing. I just know you make me feel amazing. Like I said, I trust you. I’d follow you anywhere.”
“Good then,” I said, giving her left ass cheek another squeeze. “Now, I’m going to slide into you. I’ll go slow since I know you’re new to this, and it might be a tight fit at first.”
“You’re pretty huge. I’m not sure this will work. I…they’re not all like this in the movies!”
“Some are, but not all men are as gifted as yours truly,” I said. “But if it feels too much, you just let me know. We talk and we go at your pace, even if I chose the position. If you need more time, well, I can always give a bit more foreplay so you loosen up.”
I emphasized my point by tracing my fingers over her clit. She was already wet, her pussy dripping and ready for me, and I couldn’t wait to sheath myself inside her. If it were any other woman, I’d take what I wanted. The old me, before I’d grown tired of the meaningless nights and parade of empty faces, would have shoved into her without a second thought and fucked her as hard as I dared.
But that was then.
Now, I was going to give her everything she’d ever dreamed of.
Steadying myself behind her, I stroked at her clit, feeling as the start of her juices coated my hand. My other gripped her left ass cheek and squeezed it lovingly. “Ready?”
“Yes!”
I pushed my tip inside her and already closed my eyes at the warmth that encircled me. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to shove myself balls deep into her. That was everything I wished I could do, everything I’d prefer to do. But this was going to take time. Leaning down, I kissed the soft skin of her back even as I pressed further into her.
“You’re doing great.”
“It’s tight…I…”
“It’ll work out.” I twisted my fingers against her clit, playing with it like I was unlocking the secrets of the universe just by touching it. Inch by tantalizing inch I slid into her, inch by inch I felt her hot pussy squeeze me in ways I’d never imagined. “Are you still with me?”
Iris moaned the whole time I entered her, mewling like a kitten. A few times we paused if she said she needed more time, but a few more moments of playing with her clit, of loosening her up, and we could keep going. Finally, after what felt like the most exquisite hours of torture on earth, I was as far in as I could go.
Pushing my balls against her ass cheeks, I let her feel the solid wall of man and muscle behind her. “Now, my vixen, are you ready for me to thrust into you? You want my cock as deep inside you as possible, don’t you?”
“Yes, Cal.”
“Say it, Iris. Say the words: I want your cock.”
She nodded and moaned before answering. “I want your cock, all of it. Give it to me.”
I did as I was fucking well told. My hips started pistoning, and I grabbed her ass. My fingers were working furiously over her clit, and all the while she moaned and took it like a champ. Honestly, if she hadn’t admitted to me she was a virgin, and if the fit of her pussy around my cock weren’t the snuggest damn thing I’d felt in my life, I wouldn’t have believed her. Iris was a natural. Her supple body moved with every shift of my hips, every hitch in my rhythm. Her inner muscles massaged and teased my cock like a pro.
It was so much.
Maybe too much.
But I’d promised to make this good for her, so I pulled out all the stops. I changed up the rhythm to keep us both on the edge. I recalled a million dumb football stats in my head, and kept pounding into her the whole time. Her curvy ass jiggled in my hand just as her breasts bobbed in front of both of us. Her hair flew all around her face in a riot of tangled curls, and the air was filled with the mixed musk of us.
Finally, I came first, pumping into her for all I was worth. A wave of heat and electricity sizzled through me, and I wanted to stop, to enjoy the moment for myself, but I pushed through that selfish instinct. Nothing would be worth it until my vixen came screaming my name. I thrust into her again and again.
Then she came, spasming around me and shouting my name like I’d wanted, but also a string of curses and things so profane I was shocked that my shy, virginal intern even knew those phrases.
When she was done, I pulled out of her and helped ease her down to the mattress below. Standing up, I stroked her hair and gestured with my chin to the bathroom beside me. “I need to get cleaned up a bit, love. I’ll be right back and bring you a towel too.”
She looked at me through sleepy, half-lidded eyes. Well, mission accomplished on fucking her into next week at least. Girl would be out like a light soon. “That’d be great. I don’t think I’m going to move for like a month.”
“I hear you.”
Sliding into the bathroom, I shut the door and turned on the shower. The stream of hot water was beckoning me, and I reached for my cock to pull off the rubber. Then my heart stopped.
“Fuck.”
The condom had torn. Taking a deep breath, I threw the fucking thing away—useless piece of crap—and cleaned off first with a towel. Heading back into the room, I handed a cloth to Iris as well.
“You okay? You didn’t even get into the shower yet,” she mumbled.
“The condom broke.”
Her eyes widened, but then she shrugged. “I’m on the pill too. It’s okay. I like to be double safe, but it shouldn’t be a big deal, okay? Get cleaned up, Cal, and come to bed.”
I let out a sigh of relief once I remembered how to breathe again. “Will do, luv. Just try and keep me away.”