Run From Me (Barbed Wire Hearts #2)

8. Calliope

EIGHT

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I’d heard that if you keep doing the same thing over and over expecting a different outcome, you were insane.

I was insane, but not for that reason. Not anymore. Xander pushed me. He pushed a button inside me, and I didn’t mean the button he was stroking right now. It didn’t hurt though.

I wanted tall, dark, and fucking scary. Tonight at least.

I wanted anything that might piss off the Vipers.

But better yet? I wanted something all to myself, and Xander was my wet dream.

My mouth strained over his thick head as I ran my tongue over him like he was my own personal lollipop.

He shifted and his pants gave way enough that his entire cock sprang free, and I welcomed the feel of more of him. His finger played at my entrance before slipping inside me, and I shifted to give him more access.

I’d be dreaming a very different fantasy tonight. I loved the way he played my body like some kind of instrument only he knew how to strum.

His salty taste was everything I craved as I stroked that little vein along his shaft. My fingers wrapped around him, unable to touch on the other side. His long shaft was smooth, and I ran my tongue the length of him before pulling him back in and circling the velvety tip. He tasted salty and sweet, and I could suddenly understand addiction. I wanted more of him. I wanted more of what he’d given me earlier as I’d taunted him.

I wanted him to push me over that cliff again and again so I could fall and forget the fucked up nightmare I couldn’t seem to escape.

Heat thrummed alive inside me as he pressed a second finger inside my wet pussy, and I couldn’t stop myself from moving my hips, riding those fingers. When in my life had I ever let pleasure in? When in my life had I ever chased my own needs instead of just using my body as a tool?

Never. I’d never spent enough time with a man to make sure I got what I needed, and even those times were so few and far between I didn’t have the experience to know exactly what I’d been missing. Sex had never been fun. I’d never craved it. But him? For some damn reason, he made me crave something I’d only ever read about.

He set a rhythm pumping inside my mouth as I moved my hips against those talented fingers until something, that fantasy of a release, seemed to slither its way along nerve endings I’d never known. The world faded away. I licked and sucked and pumped my hand at the base of his cock where my mouth couldn’t take him all in. I greedily swallowed down whatever pre-come he gave me, and he fucked me with his fingers. A strange blinding pleasure chased every stroke and every pulse. I couldn’t think. This was all instinct. If I let him fuck me with those fingers just a minute more, I knew he’d take me over that beautiful cliff, and, damn, did I want that.

“Come for me, Cali. Let yourself go and come all over my hand.”

His breathing was ragged, but that was all I could really understand as he slid those fingers inside me just right, so that one moment I was all about his cock, and the next, my screams were muffled against him. My entire world exploded and my pussy was quivery and pulsing around his fingers. I bore down against those fingers, trying to ride every last wave.

I couldn’t breathe. I had to release him to suck in breath after breath.

I released his cock as I hungrily gasped in the air, trying to ground myself back here. But fucking hell, I wanted more of that.

I wanted more, and yet what the fuck? This had backfired.

“That’s not fair. I wanted you to come.” My words were broken and breathy, but it didn’t matter. He just chuckled as he seemed to curve those fingers against my still needy body, and I groaned as another wave of pleasure rolled through me, catching me by surprise.

“Perhaps you can still make me come, but I rather like torturing you.”

I was afraid to glance up, but I did anyway.

“Sweet little bunny, you shouldn’t play with the wolf if you aren’t prepared to be devoured.”

And the way he watched me, he wasn’t wrong. Those lips should have been illegal with the way he used them. The simple act of what might be a smirk on anyone else ignited my soul.

“What if I’m not the bunny, wolf? What if I’m the hunter?”

The hand that had been on the steering wheel was now on my chin, pulling me up to him. Neither of us breaking our gaze. He gave my needy core one last stroke before he pulled his fingers away, and I instantly felt empty.

“I don’t think you can be the hunter. But, little bunny, let’s see how sharp those teeth can be.”

The car was stopped, and I didn’t know when that had happened. I knew there were no streetlights to illuminate me as I let him grip my hips and guide me where he wanted me. He shifted toward me, pulling me to straddle him.

My dress was already around my waist, and he’d already dispatched my poor panties earlier.

I squealed as something cold surprised me. The light glinted off something metal as he set it aside. A knife?

“That was getting in my way,” he mumbled against my neck.

I held my breath at what the sight of him like this did to me. Him with a sharp object over my body? There was something a lot wrong with me.

He chuckled, and the heat of the head of his cock rose close to my entrance.

“Do you like knives, little bunny?”

Fuck, did I?

“I- I…” I stuttered as that cool metal seemed to slide over my hip, sending a chill along my body and not at all in a bad way. “Xander, I want you,” I said as his hand ran the blade over the bare skin of my collarbone, while the other kept me from sinking onto him.

“Calliope,” he said against my shoulder as he nipped at the skin. “Enigma, I couldn’t do what I wanted to do with you around all those Spectors. Brothers or not, I want your screams to only be mine. Will you scream for me and only for me?”

Those words seemed so silly and depraved, but the way he said them had a tingle running down my spine.

“I’ll let you ride my cock, but you have to promise to me that no one but me will ever hear what you sound like when you come.”

I was nodding like a damn fool as the words seemed to catch in my throat against the need to moan just at his words.

“Yes, now fuck me,” I said with a breathy voice.

I couldn’t stifle my pleasure as he slowly lowered me onto him, stretching my sore entrance around his nearly too thick cock.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said and claimed my lips like he already owned them, and maybe he did.

I moaned and cried out against that mouth that claimed mine, not willing to let me go as he pulled me down on him slowly just to pull me back up and back down. Inch by inch, I felt like I was being stretched to my limit all over again. Inch by inch, I wondered if I could take more of him. Wondered if my sore pussy wasn’t going to protest, except the pain he brought teetered on that pleasure ledge.

I should have wondered if this was a mistake and thought there was no way I could fit all of him again. My nails dug in the fabric of his shirt, giving his skin no chance at escaping my grip.

His hands moved to my ass, giving him more control. I was torn between wanting to just let myself go and feel every inch of him against my already sensitive core all over again, but this time he was in control.

He moaned and then pulled me down in one quick and demanding motion, surprising me as I cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck,” was all I could get out on a breath.

We sat there for a moment, him seemingly letting me get used to him. Letting me feel just how full I was. Just how he felt buried deep inside me.

“Calliope, you are one dangerous woman. Perhaps you are the hunter,” he breathed out and started to move me. He rocked my hips, forcing me to feel every inch of him, and I felt alive.

The car was silent except the sounds of our breathing. I let all thought go and just felt. For the first time in a long time, I just let go.

My entire body heated with every rock of my hips. His cock rubbed against every sensitive nerve within me, pushing me to come for him again without a single word.

The world floated away with every thrust. Nothing in the world mattered as it disappeared behind a fog of pleasure that wrapped me inside it.

“Fuck, you feel so good, princess,” Xander said against my neck.

His tongue sent a shiver through my already hyperaware body.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against him, leaving me in control of the rhythm. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I chased the last remaining seconds. Those exploding tingles giving way to an explosion of pleasure within me. I cried out as the waves of my release took me.

“Good girl,” Xander said. I was powerless as he flipped me onto the bench seat and slammed into me. He forced my quivering body to take him over and over until I felt his entire body shudder and still.

Slowly my vision cleared, and the sensations and sounds of the car and city made their way back into my world.

“Wow,” was all I could muster. I fought to catch my breath as my core clenched again and again, like my entire job was to simply come. Or, rather, like he knew how to blind me with nothing but pleasure, and that should have scared me.

He should have scared me.