The Callahan's: Ultimate Sins Part 29

Tugging his boots off, he dropped the last one to the side of the chair, never taking his eyes off her as she released the last b.u.t.tons of her blouse and pushed it from her shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor.

"We need to talk." Her voice was breathless, that little catch of l.u.s.t in her tone hotter than h.e.l.l.

The sound of it hardened his d.i.c.k further, causing the blood to pound through the heavy veins in quick, hard pulses of excitement.

As she released the catch of her bra, he quickly released his jeans and shoved them off his hips and down his legs. She dropped her bra to the floor. Clad only in a pair of incredibly tiny boy shorts, the mound of her p.u.s.s.y barely hidden, she caused a rough, barely m.u.f.fled groan to pa.s.s his lips.

Kicking the jeans and boxer briefs free of his legs, Crowe gripped the painfully hard shaft of his c.o.c.k, his fingers tightening on it as need for her began to beat at his brain.

"Are you going to take those s.e.xy-as-h.e.l.l panties off?" he asked suggestively. "As pretty as they are, I'd rather see all that pale pink, pretty flesh it covers."

"This?" Her fingers caressed the material covering her p.u.s.s.y. "Like this, do you?"

His gaze slid from the pretty white boy shorts over the rounded flesh of her tummy. He was momentarily distracted by the hard tips of her nipples but finally managed to drag his eyes to the sensual depths of hers.

A small smile t.i.tled his lips as sensual promises gleamed in her gaze.

Oh h.e.l.l yes. His fairy-girl, his sugar elf-the temptress he'd always known she harbored in that lush little body was finally making herself known.

He lowered his gaze again, drawn helplessly to the sight of those graceful fingers pressing beneath the band of her panties.

Hidden, silken fingers met what he knew had to be dew-saturated, slick and swollen, aching-to-be-tasted-by-him folds.

"Let me see." He'd been pushing her to this, certain that behind her shy demeanor Amelia was hiding the s.e.xual wildcat he'd sensed lurking.

"Do you deserve to see?" The husky, teasing whisper of her voice had his b.a.l.l.s drawing tight to the base of his c.o.c.k.

"f.u.c.k no," he groaned. "No man deserves to see that sweet, pretty p.u.s.s.y. But I'd die for it."

He'd die for her.

He'd killed for her and he would do it again.

In a f.u.c.king heartbeat.

"So I saved myself for an undeserving lover?" She had him on the edge of his seat, his fingers stroking over his d.i.c.k as need for her throbbed beneath the swollen stiffness.

His lips parted as he fought to draw in air, her fingers delving deeper. Pushing inside the silky, wet flames of her swollen inner heat.

"So undeserving," he agreed. "But dying for just one sweet taste."

Her fingers slid free. Stepping to him she laid two fingers, the fingers that had possessed the tight depths of her p.u.s.s.y, against his lips.

"Just a taste?" she suggested as his lips parted to taste her slender fingers. "Is a taste enough?" Her fingers paused as they tucked just inside the low band of the material hiding her intimate flesh from his gaze. Crowe licked his lower lips, the taste of her lingering against his tongue.

"I said I didn't deserve it, not that I wouldn't gorge myself once I shoved my tongue in your sugar, elf."

Her eyes widened, then narrowed, her fingers still resting beneath the band of her panties.

Yeah, he grinned back at her; that was where the nickname originated.

Then slowly, temptingly, she pushed the material of the boy shorts over her thighs, the dim light of the clock not nearly enough to fully appreciate the treasure she was revealing.

Reaching out, Crowe flicked on the low lamp next to the chair. The light wasn't bright enough to shock her senses, but fully illuminated that stubborn little fairy tattooed beneath her hipbone.

The golden glow spilling across her creamy flesh painted her a tempting, exotic treat he was dying to experience.

"Sugar elf, huh?" she murmured, stepping between his spread thighs.

"And I have a h.e.l.l of a sweet tooth." He couldn't take his eyes from the swollen, glistening folds of her p.u.s.s.y, the tempting, sweet dew lying along the swollen folds, heavy and slick, gathering in small droplets ready to spill to his tongue.

"So taste me," she whispered, her breathing growing rougher, faster as she lifted her shapely leg and placed her small foot on the arm of the chair.

Crowe needed no further invitation.

Sliding from the chair, he did a quick turn, gripped her hips, and twirled her around, quickly setting her shapely rear on the chair cushion. Kneeling now between her thighs, he was entranced.

Rather than being thrown off balance or attempting shyness or confusion, she smiled that Lolita smile of hers, her thighs parting farther as her fingers slid over her thigh to stroke over the narrow, delicately pink slit revealed by the swollen folds that flared open at his touch.

He didn't give her a chance to change her mind. Leaning forward, his tongue distending, he tasted in a long, slow lick that had the sweet feminine taste of silky heat exploding his taste buds.

She slid lower in the chair as he lifted her leg, bending it at the knee to set her delicate foot on the edge of the cushion she sat on.

Parting the folds farther with his thumbs he watched the glistening slide of her juices easing from the plump, clenched entrance of her p.u.s.s.y.

"Don't tease me," she demanded, staring back at him with gleaming s.e.x-hungry eyes. "Let me feel your tongue tasting me, Crowe. Give me what you promised. Shove your tongue inside me."

The words were barely past her lips when his head lowered and his tongue was suddenly tunneling inside the dew-rich, heated depths of her c.u.n.t.

Pushing her foot into the cushion, Amelia lifted her hips to the hungry penetration, her hands clenching on the chair arms as he set his hands beneath her hips to allow his tongue to penetrate her farther.

"Sweet heaven, Crowe," she moaned. Her head dug into the back of the chair as she thrust against his teasing tongue, her cries deepening while l.u.s.t, hunger, and need rocked her senses. He pushed her, drove her, his tongue f.u.c.king inside the sensitive depths of her flexing inner flesh as she lifted to each ravenous lick.

"I dreamed of this." The words were torn from her desperation. "Oh G.o.d, Crowe. Oh G.o.d, don't let me be dreaming." She had a sudden, horrifying fear that this was just a dream. She would wake up and he would be gone. Just as he had been gone so many nights before.

"Look at me." The naked escalating fear overwhelmed her. Just as it had in her dreams. Until she let her gaze lock with his. Until she felt his lips surround the swollen, aching bud of her c.l.i.t as his fingers thrust, hard and deep, rocking her, surging through her with sharp sizzling jolts of electric current.

"Oh G.o.d, yes," she cried out, poised on release and aching to fly into the brilliant display of heat and light she could feel building inside her.

Turning his hand, he twisted his fingers inside her, reaching deep and high, filling her, rubbing- His lips tightened on the savagely sensitive bundle of nerve endings, his tongue licking, stroking, rasping over and against the delicate nub until stars exploded, brilliant, filled with color and blazing heat as her o.r.g.a.s.m rushed through her with such pleasure that there was no way this was a dream.

Rising fully to his knees, Crowe gripped the heavy weight of his c.o.c.k, antic.i.p.ation racing through his senses at the nearness of the snug heated flesh that brought so such pleasure.

"Wait!" Her palm flattened against the perspiration-damp flesh of his abs.

"Wait?" For what? Interruptions? Explosions?

f.u.c.k, he'd kill the son of a b.i.t.c.h stupid enough to wake him. Stupid enough to disturb him. He'd kill.

"I want you." Honest-to-G.o.d chill b.u.mps raced up his f.u.c.king spine at the huskily whispered words.

"Then let me give you, me," he groaned, the fully engorged crest of his c.o.c.k throbbing furiously as she held him back.

A siren's smile curled her lips.

His heart picked up speed, racing furiously as she slid slowly from the chair, sitting before him as he knelt in front of her staring into his eyes. She brushed his fingers aside.

He'd never asked this of her though G.o.d knew, he'd dreamed of it.

"The stupid f.u.c.ker who wakes me up is going to regret it." He groaned his earlier thought as she gripped the base in both hands, her eyes still on his as her lips parted, her head leaning forward. Her tongue peeked from between her lips, the damp warmth of it washing over the engorged head as he reached out, gripping the arms of the chair desperately.

Control. Ah f.u.c.k ...

Her lips slid over the thick head, taking it slowly, enclosing it in the liquid warmth of her mouth, holding it captive with the exquisite, rubbing, ball-drawing licks of that wicked little tongue.

Her hands on the iron-hard shaft, her mouth worked over it, sucking it deep only to release him, lick, make him crazy with the way she tucked her tongue against the underside and rubbed. Enjoyed it. h.e.l.l, she was licking around the head of his c.o.c.k, drawing it in, sucking him deep like she loved having him in her mouth. Like she loved the hard pulse of his d.i.c.k at the back of her throat and loved the hint of the taste of his pre-c.u.m against her tongue.

And all the while she looked up at him through her lashes, her turquoise eyes dark, more green than blue as her suckling mouth sent ribbons of sharp-edged sensation tightening around his b.a.l.l.s.

G.o.d help him, a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b had never been his f.u.c.king good.

This intimate.

The way her gaze stayed locked with his, the way the colors shifted, the love he could see-feel-to his f.u.c.king soul as she sucked his c.o.c.k.

There was no walking away from her again. He'd known that the moment he'd touched her the first time. He'd known the day would come when walking away from her ever again wouldn't be possible.

Until tonight he might have possessed enough of his own heart and soul should the unthinkable happen.

Ah h.e.l.l-her lips were bearing down on the thick width, taking the crest deeper, her tongue rubbing and stroking that oversensitive little spot just beneath the head as she sucked him tighter.

Incredible. "Amelia, baby, so good," he groaned.

His hands tightened on the chair arm, his head bent as he stared down at her and her drunk-on-him gaze that grew more dazed with pleasure by the second. "Ah yeah, that sweet, hot mouth."

He was becoming drunker by the moment himself, more addicted to the fiery, soul-deep pleasure she gave him.

With each deep stroke of her mouth over his c.o.c.khead his control disintegrated further. Pleasure whipped through his system, erotic and sizzling with heat. Then he felt the first uncontrollable flex of the engorged crest as his release tightened his b.a.l.l.s.

"f.u.c.k, I'm gonna come-" He couldn't hold back much longer. "Amelia, baby." Moving one hand, forcing himself to release his grip on the chair arm, he sank his fingers in the warmth of her hair, intending to pull her head back before he found his release in the snug, heated confines of her suckling mouth.

"Amelia, dammit." He grimaced, realizing by the hunger in her eyes that she had no intentions of releasing him.

His c.o.c.k throbbed, his b.a.l.l.s tightening further as he began moving against her, f.u.c.king the reddened, c.o.c.k-swollen lips surrounding him. His hand tightened in her hair, holding her in place. Electricity sizzled up his spine then back down, struck his b.a.l.l.s, and sent his senses careening with pure, male ecstasy.

His d.i.c.k pulsed violently, shooting a hard, heavy pulse of s.e.m.e.n to her suckling mouth. Spasms of aching pleasure racked his b.a.l.l.s, sent another wild surge of release spilling to her mouth, another as a shattered groan rasped from his throat and the final blinding pulse of release shot furiously between her tight, shuttling lips.

The grip of s.e.xual intensity held him prisoner for long moments, racking his body as her lips slowed, easing him along the climactic ride until, with a final shudder, he pulled back, watching as she released him slowly.

Cupping her cheek, he used his thumb to wipe a creamy bead of s.e.m.e.n from the corner of her mouth, grimacing in pleasure as she licked the final taste of him free of the pad of his thumb.

"What you do to me," he whispered.

Easing back from her, he helped her slowly to her feet before pulling her into his arms for long moments.

Finally, it was Amelia that moved.

"We need to get dressed," she whispered, her expression far too somber for his comfort. "We have to talk."

She had just given him more pleasure than he'd had from any woman in his life. Crowe watched her for a long silent moment before doing as she asked, the warning tingle across his shoulder blades a.s.suring him trouble was coming.

He pulled his boots up then lifted his brow questioningly.

Her lips parted.

"Unauthorized entrance requested," the computerized voice announced as he watched Amelia's lips tremble.

"It's too late," she breathed out roughly. She closed her eyes for a moment before rising and moving to the door.

Pausing, she waited until he caught up with her.

"What the h.e.l.l's going on?" he growled.

She opened the door as the computer announced the presence once again.

"Have your men let them in, Crowe. Two vehicles and eight occupants. I promise you, they're not here to hurt anyone.

"Then you can tell me who it is first." Command and an overwhelming gut instinct of perhaps not danger, but definitely a sense of chaos was arriving, gripped him.

She swallowed tightly. "My parents," she said faintly. "My real parents. Please let them in."

CHAPTER 21.

Her parents?

Staring back at her, Crowe could see the pure fear in her eyes. A fear that went far beyond simply revealing her real parents.

"Is this a threat, Amelia?" he asked her softly.

She blinked back at him, at first confused, then her expression filling with wounded hurt. "You think I would threaten you? How could I threaten you, Crowe?"

He shook his head before raking his fingers through his hair.