Callum~Before she could recover, he threw her to the mat, her face basically sweeping the chalk dust from it, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was reaching for his cock from behind, he trusted himself in her palms, giving her what she begged for.He smacked her hard on her ass and she lost grip on him for a while. She groaned, then shifted, and he thought he was going to turn but she didn’t, she got to her knees and bent into the perfect arch, catching him by his tip again. Her small fingers rubbed away the precum from him, her other hand finding her dripping pussy. She knew what he wanted, what they both wanted.Most girls he knew didn’t want to start in this position, they were too scared. But she, fuck, she was ready, she was so ready. Just when he thought he couldn't get any harder, she pumped his length faster, making him just that."Oh God," Alice moaned out. "I need you inside of me now." And it wasn't a request, she was demanding. And then it wasn't even a demand anymore, as s
Callum~He had that feeling again. The one he got whenever he decided to map out some that had the syndicate’s thumbprints all over it. A feeling that told him that at any moment, shit was going to hit the fan. It was times like this that he wished he didn't decide to take on these missions alone. That he had roped in James on the situation.He had the aim of a pro sniper. Callum never met a better shot outside of the army than James. He was so good that he might even give Callum a run for his money. But having a bullseye when you're outmanned and outgunned on a port's roof in the middle of the night was kinda wide off the mark.But that position, in the icy darkness, made him think about what he left at home, or rather who. It has been days since he really saw her, which was so funny because they were only paces apart. But between heavy chatter about syndicate activities and other cases he's been working on, his schedule drifted. He thought the heaviness and realness of this case wou
Alice stripped off her clothes firstly, she wasn't close to the blast to smell like smoke and gunpowder but she couldn't exactly explain leather boots and tights when they weren’t among the things that Callum bought. After that, she headed to the kitchen and found his liquor cabinet again since drinking was the only good thing to do in the house. There was too much adrenaline in her system to go to bed anyway. Vodka was always the right choice, of course, she took a swig, reminiscing of what Callum said to her when he was leaving earlier in the day. “Do me a favor, stay out of my liquor cabinet and out of trouble.” She remembered how he eyed her when he added the last part.“The most trouble I could get into is deciding if I want toast or cereal for dinner.” Was her reply.She chuckled to herself. Trouble was a very relative word. Callum seemed to love running towards it. That natural curiosity he had almost got him killed tonight. She hoped that blast didn't bang him up too much, he
By the time she woke up, it was already dawn. But what surprised her was that she was still lying in Callum's bed, skin throbbing. She must have had a serious case of bed hair, swollen eyes. But she could care less about that when her body felt this good. Better than good- amazing. And she didn't want to believe that it was because Callum held her while she slept.She still hated that she stayed there, she had never slept in a man's bed before, especially after sex. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to move. The combination of plush pillows, clean sheets, and Callum's intoxicating scent was her fix. One of his hands was draped around her but he wasn't asleep. She could tell by the rhythm of his chest. Her head raised to find him looking directly at her with a thoughtful expression."You're staring." Her voice came out in a croak, throat tender and grainy. "If you were in my position, you probably would too. You don't see what I see, you have no idea." He rolled over on his side to
Her body was blistered by the time they came back from the beach, what started off as a sappy, beach picnic turned out to be the most fun she had in about fifteen years. Her skin was stiff from sunburns and her muscles sore from the infinite laps she took in the water. She had sand in places she didn’t know it could reach and her throat more parched than she started the day off with. They spent almost the day there and even though all Callum did was sit there and watch her, she still felt his presence. That was until he decided to play a game of hiding and seek, with his dick and her labia, doing things to her body, things she couldn't even pinpoint if she tried. And it wasn’t just his body, that man himself was an enigma. He would say things in the most mellow tone, then he would smile, pulling out emotions that sent her mind back to Lionel, and that’s where it stayed.“I'm sorry for making you walk this long. I keep forgetting that you're still healing.” Callum said as they got back
Callum~"I can't promise I'll always be here but I will give you everything." Alice said.The way his dick reacted to those words was nothing short of sinful. But he didn’t miss how his heart thrummed too. It was no secret that he was stuck on her and it began all those weeks ago at Aunt Margaret’s house. The disappointment he felt when he thought he wouldn't see her again was a dead giveaway. But by some twist of faith, she was here with him. And one hell of surprise too. June was the only girl he dated, she was his everything, when she left it completely shattered him. He thought she was the only one for him and she was. But in a span of days Alice had found a space in his heart too without even knowing it. It went against the better judgment of his mind, which was screaming danger. That she was a stranger that he didn't know anything about. But his other head was on a different gear. He felt like a teenager, making his dick lead him but he knew it wasn't just his dick talking. He
She heard him before she saw him. And just as expected, he was walking towards her when she got out of the room.To explain most likely. She blew right past him. Her patience won't tolerate that, nor did she care. But the anger coursing in her veins told her she did. Why the fuck was she angry? Sure Callum's fiance or ex or whatever showed up, right after she sucked him off.It lit a fuse to her brain, jolting her to consciousness of the purpose Callum served. And the timing couldn't be more perfect. If anything she should thank her, she needed a wake-up call. And an excuse to leave the house since her talk with the Russians. She hadn't made a move yet, but they wanted blueprints, they’ll get them.She looked past Callum to notice the woman was staring right at her. She was pretty, with staggering come-hither curves. But if she fake smiled any wider, she'd break it. And those ridiculous red heels she wore.The gap between them was nonexistent now, redhead Barbie actually approached he
What the fuck was wrong with her? Lance was alive and he looked as good as ever. He gave her a shot at redemption and a taste of familiarity. So why was she running away? And in the direction of a certain glasshouse at the other end of the city?Her mind was so warped right now, she didn't know how to process anything. Obviously she had to get out of there. Seeing something that could shift their entire existence would do that to a person. Alice didn't know what to do with the information. The only thing she knew for sure was that she was confused as hell. Jeremy Stone. That was the name of her biological father, she dug it up years ago out of curiosity. He was murdered in a robbery along with his Wife Sarah. Leaving Alice in an alleyway marred by death 23 years ago. The reports said it was a robbery. So why the hell was his name on a syndicate kill order? It had to be a mistake. Except it wasn't, his name was right there in bold. Was this some kind of plot to sway her, it couldn't