The Santas Who Stole Me (Stolen #1)

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

GEORGIE

I am kissing Calum, and I slept with his brother yesterday. I had visions of his best friend laying me out on the kitchen island this morning and I am still kissing Calum. I should feel guilt, maybe shame, for offering myself up to them so quickly. For wanting them all at the same time. I decide to run from my thoughts and shove them down. Afterall, it’s what I do best.

Calum holds me up like I weigh nothing, and while my tongue explores his mouth it’s easy to forget everything else. His body is fire and our kiss is electric, buzzing through me. He grabs my bra and shoves my breasts out of the top causing the elastic to bunch on my chest. The pressure is nothing compared to the weight of his hands rubbing all over me. He takes what he wants grabbing and squeezing. At his rough pull on my nipple, I break our kiss and throw my head back with a moan. He tweaks my hard peak again until it burns and then massages the sensitive skin. His pace is a punishing series of pulling and rubbing, and I offer him everything. Fingers squeeze the back of my neck and the tightness causes me to break our kiss and stare.

Calum’s hard now. No more grinning or playfulness. “Kiss me. You don’t decide when we stop.” I meet his mouth again with his jerk. He shoves his tongue into me, owning me and stealing my breath.

“Take off your pants and get on your knees.” My legs unwrap from his waist and my feet hit the floor. I stand before him ready for his next direction and knowing whatever he commands, I am going to do it. Calum rips his shirt over his head and steps out of his sweats.

I’m frozen at the sight of him. Colors and designs paint his arms, and I wiggle my fingers needing to touch them. I scan his body and hold my breath when I take in his cock. The silver piercings, one at the tip and one on each side of the head, reflect in the bright gym lights. A drop of precum seeps out of his swollen head, and my mouth waters at the sight.

Pushing my shorts down and stepping out of them, Calum’s gaze leaves an invisible trail of heat over my body. When I move to take off my top, his hand grabs my wrist to stop me. “Leave it around your neck. Kneel, don’t make me wait.”

I nod and get on the floor quickly sitting back on my heels.

Calum kicks at my thigh. “Open your legs wider. Let me see that hole.”

I obey and the cool air hits my core while my hands rest on my thighs. I want to touch him, but he’s in control here. My instincts should tell me to run like a sane person. Instead, my skin feels achy. Like every part of me he touched earlier is needy for more of Calum. Does he already know I will do anything to get it?

“Your body is mine now, understand?” Using two fingers he lifts my chin to force my stare at him. It’s all I can do to nod. “Put my cock in your mouth and two fingers in my pussy.” He grabs the sports bra and pulls me by the neck toward him.

Before my lips have a chance to part, he shoves into me. He hits the back of my throat and scrapes against my teeth. My mouth is full of his taste; it’s salty with a hint of soap. I slide my tongue around his velvety dick, the silver balls cool against his heat. He pushes in harder. The piercing on the tip hits the back of my mouth, and I try to suck down the metal taste. If it is this good in my mouth, I can’t even begin to imagine how hot it would be in my core.

“Suck, cookie, and play with yourself.”

I didn’t realize my hands had made their way up the back of his legs in an effort to brace myself. Trusting Calum to hold me up, I run my fingers between my legs and find my clit.

He jerks the bra, and I blink up at him. His hold is so tight I can’t move. My gag reflex fills the room, but he doesn’t stop. “I said two fingers. Don’t make me wait. Do you understand?”

He hasn’t let up, so I can’t exactly answer while I gag on him. Calum uses his hold on my neck to answer his own question moving my chin up and down, forcing a nod. “Good girl. Keep working your mouth while you get yourself off.” His voice vibrates off the gym floor, and I get moving.

I keep sucking him and plunge my fingers as deep as I can go.

“The sound of your fingers in that wet pussy might be the best thing I have heard in all my life.”

His dirty words paint my face red. I push my fingers in and out a few times to find the right angle and add to the dirty noises he wants. Calum uses my top as a leash placing me right where he wants me. I relax as much as I can, but he’s so big my eyes water, and spit runs down my chin. My pussy clenches and Calum must know I’m on the edge because his hold on my neck tightens. The lack of air hits me fast and makes me work my fingers harder. I need to come before I pass out. Little white dots float across my vision, and just when I think it’s too much, Calum frees me. Allowing a quick inhale before twisting the fabric tight again to use me for his pleasure. He continues this game, and I can’t look away. My breath runs short again. The white dots turn solid and explode across my vision. I shatter. My walls suck in my fingers, and I keep them there, rubbing my G-spot, riding out my release.

Calum doesn’t give me time to recover from my orgasm. With another yank of the top, he slides out of my mouth with a pop. He squeezes my cheeks forcing my jaw to drop. “Don’t swallow yet.”

I don’t have time to agree as his free hand pumps his dick and hot spurts of cum fill my mouth.

Calum groans, his face is a mix of relief and anguish. My tears begin to dry, and I remember his words about my crying; he delivered with making them fun. Waiting for his approval, I do my best not to swallow as he stares down at me, but his hot liquid is dripping at the seams of my lips.

“Open your mouth wider, let me see.”

Heat ripples through my body at his demand. I open my jaw and give him a better look without spilling. He chuckles with a satisfied turn of his lip. This is the hottest thing I have ever done in my life, and I have this need to please him that I don’t understand.

Calum leans over and spits in my mouth. The warm liquid mixes with his hot cum before he pats my cheek then pushes my jaw up. “Swallow,” he commands, and I gulp him down. “Look at you, my greedy girl wanting to take my cum or spit or any fucking thing I give you.” His dirty words wash over me like warm water. Then he rubs his finger in the cum and spit dripping off my chin and slides it back in between my lips.

He doesn’t want me to waste a drop.

“Good cookie, I knew you would look incredible all dirty like this.” Calum stares at me like I’m a queen, and I swear I’m getting drunk off the power I feel from his praise. Eventually, he hauls me up, fixes my top, and helps me into my shorts again. He kisses my lips. “You taste sweet, even with my cum coating your mouth.”

Calum throws on his pants, and with a grab of my hand, he leads me through the gym to the attached bathroom. He is silent while he gets a washcloth wet and hands it to me for cleanup. His phone beeps, and he grabs it out of his pocket and frowns at the lit screen. “I’ve got to go check in with the guys, be right back. Session isn’t over, so get some practice with the bag.” He steps into the hallway leaving me alone in the gym.

Well, alright then. I glance around. This is it. I could run, I don’t think the other two are home. Why am I considering it home? Don’t be stupid, Georgie, that’s what got you in the shit with Chad. Thinking someone would help you. As much as I wanted everything Calum just gave me, I need to focus on myself. I want to believe they can help, but when has that ever worked out for me? No, I need to go. I’ll start over without my shit.

I swipe my face with a gym towel once more and walk out the door. As soon as I round the corner in the hallway my feet stop at Calum’s big frame leaning against the back door. He has his ear pressed against the phone in one hand while his shoulder is resting on the wall. I gawk at his bare chest, memorizing every line. His eyes flash to mine and he rubs his thumb against his bottom lip.

I exhale the breath I didn’t know I was holding. Either in relief I didn’t make it out or worry he might catch on to my attempt to escape; I’m not sure.

“I have to go deal with something. Figure it out,” he tells the person on the phone. Darkness falls over Calum, and my heart rate picks up at the energy surrounding him. He stalks to me, his long legs eating up the space between us, and I gulp.

He can’t know for sure I was going to leave.

“The image of you on your knees for me just now is going to be the death of me, cookie. It was fucking perfect.”

And damn if I don’t light up from his praise.

His hands land on both sides of my head holding me in place while his tongue darts between my lips. His kiss gives me stupid hope again, and I can’t help but grab onto it. Calum’s grasp steals every rational thought in my head. He gives me a feral smirk with one final swipe of his tongue across my lips, and I follow him back in the gym. Grabbing my gloves, I start another round of drills. A little more than happy I didn’t make it to that backdoor.