He flips off the water and rests one hand on the sink on either side of me, pushing me against the edge so hard it bites into my belly. He’s breathing so hard I want to ask if he’s okay, but my throat feels all trembly. Before I can gather my thoughts, his hands slide inside my t-shirt, up my sides, urging my arms up over my head. He tugs my shirt over my head, giving my hair a quick rub-down with the shirt to soak up some of the water. When I throw my hair back afterwards, it hits his shoulder, and he groans again.
“Ah, fuck, Luna,” he murmurs, dipping his nose to the top of my head. His calloused hands run up and down my waistline, stroking his way to the front where he cups my breasts. His cock jerks against my backside, and he sucks in a breath.
The feel of his rough hands gliding across my soft skin fills me with confusing sensations. He pinches my nipples between his fingers, and a quick shock of need yanks tight inside me. Tingles and thrills pulse inside my lower belly. I close my eyes and fall into the pleasure coursing through my bloodstream. My mind goes all dream-like, like gazing at the water bugs as they skitter across the surface of the swamp, or when I’m belly up in my wolfskin in the hot sun.
Without a word, Callan pivots me around. I stand there, gripping the sink to stay upright, feeling dizzy suddenly. He didn’t dry my hair well enough, and my dripping wet locks stick to my shoulders. Cool droplets stream down my face, neck, and torso. Callan is staring at me with eyes that make me want to melt into his arms.
“Oh fuck it,” he says. “A man can only be so strong.” He steps forward, grabbing me roughly and crushing his lips mine. I make a sound of surprise, but he swallows it whole. His slick tongue slides into my mouth, thrusting against mine. I’m too startled to move for a second. But then he reaches for my hand, lifting it and pulling it behind his neck. I raise the other one the same way, clinging to his shoulders while his tongue slides in and out against mine, and the thrilling sensations in my body increase until I’m ready to burst with excitement.
Suddenly, he wrenches his lips away.
“I can’t…”
His forehead drops to mine, and we both breathe hard and heavy.
The place between my legs still feels good, but now it aches, too. “What happened?” I manage.
“That,” Callan says. “Was a kiss.” He reaches behind me, and his hand returns with the deodorant.
I lift my hands high, the way Warrick demonstrated. Callan gazes at me intently for a few seconds, slowly shaking his head while his nostrils flare. His tongue darts across his full lips, back and forth, like he’s waiting for a juicy meal. He takes the top off the deodorant and pushes it up and down my armpits, one at a time.
“This is how you apply deodorant,” he says, his voice a soft rumble.
I nod, unable to look away from his beautiful eyes. The creamy sensation of the deodorant stroking my skin feels lovely.
“After you shower, when we’re heading into town, you can put this on,” he says. “When you’re around here, don’t use it. I want to smell your natural essence. Your scent turns me on, Luna. I can smell you right now, how wet you are.” He brushes his nose against mine. “It makes me fucking insane.”
I reach for the shirt, meaning to dry myself more, but he catches my hand and presses it flat on the counter. “I want to smell you, not deodorant.
But so-called civilized people like you to mask your scent.”
“Why do they want me to mask my scent?” I say, my breath shallow against his cheek.
“So they don’t get as turned on as I am right now.” He lowers his lips to mine again, and his hands find my nipples.
Twirling and tweaking them sends shooting stars through my limbs, and the heat between my legs builds and aches with a starving kind of need. My lips part, and I’m panting now, unsure what to do with all the heat coursing through me but not wanting it to stop.
“Callan,” I gasp. “I need-”
I don’t know what I need. I feel a hurricane build inside me. When hurricanes came, Mama and I would hide, but this is the kind of storm that would make me race into the woods, dance naked in the wind, water and leaves plastering themselves to my body, throwing themselves against its indestructible power. That’s what I feel inside as Callan’s cock grinds into my belly. He slips a hand between my legs, where my pants are wet and hot. I moan, my head dropping back at the exquisite sensation of his fingers pressing against my swollen flesh.
“Oh, god, Luna… I’m about to…”
I don’t know what he’s about to do, but if it’s the same thing pulsing through me, I’m about to do it, too. Suddenly, he yanks back. “Fuck,” he
says loudly, almost a yell.
“What?” I ask, torn between the pleasure and the fear that he’s going to hurt me like Axel.
“I promised Ethan…” He points to the table. “Take that hairbrush and brush out your hair.”
With that, he storms down the hall and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and leaving me confused and bewildered.
His fingers still for a second, but then he pushes forward in response. The hot, rigid bulge of his cock pushes into my behind and sends a throb right into my center. I gasp and push back harder. Callan’s breathing deep, too. Slowly, he begins to rhythmically rock his hips into me. Pleasurable sensations flood my body. I step my feet further apart, wishing he was between my legs like Warrick was on the bike today. I need more.