His Red Carnation (Forbidden Blooms #1)

5. Sloane

5

Sloane

My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my ears. It wasn’t because of the tattoo I was about to get—it was because Callan had just admitted that he wanted to fuck me. But he wouldn’t. Too pure? Too sweet? Too beautiful? None of those were good enough excuses. What did I have to do, beg him?

The needle piercing my skin barely registered. All I could think about was Callan—the way his eyes darkened when I purposely showed him my ass. Around him, I became the girl I always wanted to be: fearless, rebellious, flirtatious. And I knew he couldn’t resist me. He’d been checking me out since the car ride, his gaze tracing every curve of my body like a silent confession. He didn’t even bother hiding it.

But now he sat in the corner, avoiding looking at me, his eyes glued to his phone. Not a single glance in my direction. The heat from his earlier attention still lingered on my skin, and I couldn’t believe I’d actually had the nerve to flaunt myself like that— was I really that horny? Something about him fueled this heated desire in me, a fire that burned hotter the more he resisted. I wanted to be the girl he couldn’t stop thinking about, the one who made him lose control.

But instead, it seemed to piss him off. He wanted me—I could feel it—but he fought it every step of the way. And that only made me want him more. I wanted to push him to the edge, make him want me so badly that he couldn’t help himself. I wanted him to snap, to give in to the tension between us.

“All done. Wanna take a look?” The tattoo artist handed me a mirror, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I angled the mirror toward my ribcage, revealing a dainty little red carnation with a green stem. It was perfect.

“I love it. Thank you.” I handed the mirror back to him before he covered the tattoo, then pulled my dress down before removing the paper blanket.

I glanced over at Callan; his eyes were locked on the floor as he stood and pulled something out of his pocket.

“Thanks. Use this tip to forget you saw Sloane here.” He handed a wad of cash to the tattoo artist.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my cardigan and purse off the chair.

“Yeah, for sure. Thanks, man.” The tattoo artist walked out, leaving the door open behind him.

I sighed, placing my hand on my hip. “I could have paid for that,” I mumbled.

“You’re welcome,” Callan replied with a mocking smile.

He started to walk out but then stopped, raising his eyebrows when he noticed I hadn’t moved. “What?” he asked, his irritation still clear.

“There’s another place I want to go,” I said, though I wasn’t even sure where. I just knew I didn’t want to go home yet.

His expression shifted, suddenly nervous. “And where’s that?”

I hesitated, trying to come up with something. I couldn’t exactly say what I really wanted—which was to be in the backseat of the SUV with him fucking me senseless.

“I’m hungry,” I blurted out.

He blinked, seeming caught off guard. “The kitchen can make you something at home.”

“They can’t make me crepes from Crepeaway,” I countered.

His forehead creased as confusion crossed his face. “What the fuck is Crepeaway?”

I giggled. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

Callan hesitated but followed me out. I let him open the SUV door for me this time, wanting the sight of me bending over to remind him of what he’d seen earlier. He slammed the door shut as I settled into my seat.

I could feel his irritation as I glanced at him when he got in. “No need to be an asshole just because you saw my ass,” I said, keeping my voice casual, though my heart raced, daring him to react.

He buckled his seatbelt and gave me a sidelong glance as he started the engine. “You don’t need to keep reminding me that I saw your ass.”

Backing up, he placed his hand on the back of my seat as he checked the rearview.

“What, you want to forget?” I snapped, irritation bubbling up.

I was starting to regret being so forward with Callan. He wasn’t giving in. What was I going to have to do to push him over the edge?

He stayed quiet for a moment. We stopped at a red light and he glanced over at me.

“Sloane, you have no idea how gorgeous you are. Why would you want to bother with an old guy like me?”

His words hit me hard, sinking my heart to the floor. I stared at his full lips, unable to stop imagining how they’d feel against mine.

“You obviously have no idea how hot you are, Callan,” I shot back, my pulse quickening. He seemed taken aback by my response.

A honk from behind jolted us—the light had turned green. Callan focused back on the road, and we drove in silence to the dessert place a few minutes away. After parking in a garage a few blocks from our destination, he cut the engine.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I looked at him with a nervous smile. “So…should we make out now?”

He glanced at me, his expression tight, the lines on his forehead betraying his inner conflict.

“Are you a virgin, Sloane?” His eyes were hard, though his dilated pupils told a different story.

My breath quickened. “Why does that matter?” I asked softly.

He licked his lips, never breaking eye contact.

“It matters because if you are, it’d make me even more of a creep for wanting to fuck you.”

I narrowed my gaze. “Virginity is a social construct, Callan. An outdated, misogynistic one at that. It shouldn’t be the deciding factor on whether or not it’s ‘creepy’ for you to want to fuck me.”

His lips curved into a surprised smile. “You’re so fucking feisty, Sloane.”

I bit my lip, sensing his guard lowering. In one quick movement, I swung my leg over into the driver’s seat, straddling him effortlessly, my hands landing on his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his hands instantly grabbing my ass, squeezing tightly.

My hips instinctively started moving, grinding against him. I couldn’t control it, my body responding on its own. His eyes locked on mine, darting between my lips and eyes as the heat between us grew. I felt his erection pressing against my drenched panties.

“I can’t do this, Sloane,” he whispered, his grip on me never loosening.

I ignored him, crashing my lips against his, moaning as his soft mouth urgently claimed mine. His hands slid under my dress, guiding my hips to move along his hard cock. I moaned again, the sensation overwhelming, feeling like I could come just from dry humping him.

Suddenly, he pulled his lips from mine. “Wait, wait—” He stilled me, and I let out a whine of frustration.

“Backseat,” he murmured.

Oh my God, is this really happening? I scrambled off him and climbed into the spacious backseat, kneeling as I waited for him to join me. He practically jumped in beside me, quickly unbuttoning his shirt. I straddled him again, helping him shrug off the fabric, revealing even more glorious tattoos before he swiftly lifted my dress and tossed it aside.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes roaming over my body.

“Show me that muscle of yours now,” I breathed, my fingers already finding his zipper.

Without hesitation, he lifted his hips, shoving his pants down to his knees. My breath caught when he pulled down his boxer briefs, revealing his thick, massive cock. I dropped to the floor of the SUV, wrapping my hands around him without a second thought.

“Take it, Sloane. Take it all in your mouth,” he commanded, gathering my hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hand.

I licked my lips and opened my mouth wide, barely able to take in the head of his cock.

“Look at me, baby,” he commanded.

I quickly lifted my gaze to meet his, his full lips slightly parted as he watched me. I’d never given a blowjob or even a handjob before, and here I was, taking in the biggest cock from the hottest man I’d ever seen. I bobbed my head up and down, keeping my eyes on him, watching the rapid rise and fall of his tattooed chest.

“Come here.” He released my hair and pulled me up, his fingers hooking under the waistband of my thong, sliding it down until it hit the floor.

“It’s gonna hurt, baby. I’ll go slow,” he whispered as I positioned my knees beside him, hovering over him.

I smiled, leaning closer. “Like I said…I can handle a little pain.”

He licked his lips before pulling me in for a passionate, hard kiss. As our mouths moved together, I lowered my hips, positioning myself over him. The head of his cock began to push inside me, stretching me in a way that made me gasp.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, breaking away from his lips.

“Nice and slow, baby,” he murmured. “Let me fill you up, inch by inch.”

He was right—it hurt. But my slickness helped me ease down on him. The feeling of him filling me was even more incredible than I’d imagined.

“Oh fuck, Callan,” I whined, freezing as I fully took him in.

“You feel so fucking good, Sloane,” he muttered, his hands gripping my ass tightly.

I slowly began moving my hips, my clit brushing against his cock with every movement, my body trembling in response.

“The things you do to me, baby,” he whispered into my ear before pressing his lips softly to my neck.

Pleasure rippled through me as I ground against him faster, the pressure building, my nipples hard and pressing against his firm chest.

“I’m gonna come, Callan,” I moaned, grabbing his hair for support as I moved faster, chasing the release.

“Come on my cock, baby. Go on,” he urged, his voice rough against my neck as he gently tugged my hair.

His words sent me over the edge, and I came hard, the pleasure crashing through me as I let out sounds I didn’t know I was capable of, overwhelmed by a release like nothing I’d ever felt before.

“Fuck,” he groaned as I slowed my hips. “I need to bend you over and watch your ass bounce against me.”

Still catching my breath, I lifted myself off him and quickly got on my knees, bracing against the cushioned back seat. He grabbed my hips, guiding me until I was bent over, facing the rear window. His cock slowly pushed into me again, every inch of it reigniting the pleasure coursing through me. I moaned as he filled me once more.

“You okay?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck me.”

He gathered my hair in his fist and, without warning, plunged into me fully—hard and fast.

“Your fucking pussy, baby…it’s perfect,” he growled.

“Spank me,” I blurted out.

He didn’t hesitate, his hand landing on my ass with a firm smack. I gasped, the sting sending a rush of heat through me, mixing with the pleasure of his cock filling me completely. The fullness made me crave more, my body begging for it.

“You like it rough, huh? You want me to pound your pussy?” he asked, smacking my ass again.

“Yes…fuck me hard, Callan,” I moaned, another orgasm building fast.

“I knew you were a naughty fucking girl the moment I laid eyes on you this morning.” He picked up the pace, reaching around to rub my clit. “And now you’re my naughty fucking girl, aren’t you? You’re mine, baby. All. Mine.”

“Yes! I’m your naughty girl!” His words, combined with the pressure on my clit, pushed me over the edge again. I came hard, and his grunts grew louder as his hips quickened, pounding furiously until he let out a deep, guttural moan.

His movements slowed, and we both caught our breath as I collapsed against the seat, my body melting from the intensity.

“Fuck!” Callan suddenly grunted, frustration evident as he pulled out of me.

I turned, confused, watching him hurriedly pull up his pants and boxer briefs.

“What?” I asked, still breathless and unsure, sitting back on my ass.

“We shouldn’t have done that, Sloane,” he hissed, quickly sliding into the driver’s seat.

I scoffed, still feeling his cum dripping from me, and he was already spiraling into guilt?

“I wanted to do it, Callan. We’re two consenting adults,” I argued, grabbing my dress and slipping it back on. “And from what I’m feeling between my legs, I’m pretty sure you wanted it too.”

Callan let out a small laugh. “Don’t get me wrong—that was fucking amazing. But it was still wrong.” His tone grew more serious with each word.

I climbed into the passenger seat, frowning. “I still don’t get why it’s so wrong. Because you’re older than me? That’s it?”

He scoffed, starting the engine. “That’s one of many reasons. The biggest being that I’m your fucking dad’s friend.”

“I’m not asking you to marry me. We just had sex. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Frustration bubbled up inside me. I couldn’t even enjoy the fact that I’d just had sex for the first time—with probably the hottest guy I’d ever sleep with.

“Yeah, well, you’re dodging a bullet, Sloane. You don’t want a scumbag like me.” He pulled out into downtown traffic, eyes fixed ahead.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my legs. “Do you always beat yourself up like this? And where are we going?”

“Yes,” he snapped, his voice tight. “And I’m taking you home.”