Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

Read Broken Bond by C.J. Primer Chapter 11

11 

CALLUM 

My heart‘s pounding as I stick the key in the lock of my apartment door, twisting it to hear the heavy click of the deadbolt unlocking. What the fuck am I doing? 

This is my safe space; my sanctuary. It isn‘t somewhere that I bring girls for hookups. Hell, I rarely even let my own friends come inside. 

We could‘ve stayed at the packhouse. There are plenty of guest rooms to go around, and that‘s where I usually crash after a party anyways. I bet I could‘ve gotten Nessa to follow me into one of them, just like she followed me into my apartment building from the truck. The thought crossed my mind. Still, I invited her here. It didn‘t feel right to ask her to steal away to a room in the packhouse with me like a cheap hookup. She deserves better. So, she‘ll be the first woman to enter my space, and I‘m choosing to ignore the significance of that right now because I‘ve had a hard on for this girl since the first time I laid eyes on her, and I‘m pretty sure we‘re about to seal the deal. I‘m not going to cockblock myself by getting caught up in my own head. “This place is really nice,” Nessa comments, glancing curiously around the interior hallway of the apartment building. 

“Thanks,” I mumble as I turn the knob and push my apartment door open. I feel her wander in behind me as I step inside, and though it‘s dark, I don‘t bother hitting the lights. Instead, I whirl around to face her, half–drunk on the scent of her arousal and the frantic pounding of her heart. “Come here.” I yank her in with a growl, pressing a hard kiss to her lips and swallowing her little gasp of surprise while I kick the door closed behind us. 

She makes this cute little ‘umph‘ sound, almost in relief, and her arms wind around my neck instantly, her lips and tongue fitting with my own like her mouth was made for me to kiss. I drag her lower lip between my teeth as I pull back, my hands cruising down to rest on her hips. “I‘ve been waiting to do that all night,” I rasp, my forehead falling against hers. She‘s panting, staring up at me through her eyelashes in the dark. “Then why didn‘t you?” “I prefer not to have an audience,” I murmur, nipping her lips. “Want you all to myself.” I slide my hands around to her ass, a pained groan slipping from my throat as I grab handfuls of her round cheeks. Is there anything about this girl that isn‘t absolutely fucking flawless? Almost in answer, Nessa‘s lips crash into mine again, pouting and twisting and sending my pulse skyrocketing. I scoop her up by the backs of her thighs while claiming her mouth in a filthy hot kiss, trapping her between the wall behind the door and my own body. Her long legs wind around my waist, thighs tightening against my hips, and I can feel the heat of her center through the fabric of my jeans. My dick‘s straining painfully against the zipper, fighting for release from its denim prison. Fuck, I want her so much that it physically aches. I grind against her shamelessly, her head falling back against the wall on a breathy moan. 

“Callum...” I‘ve never liked the sound of my own name– especially my full name– until I heard it from Nessa‘s lips. Now, it may just be my favorite sound in the fucking world, second only to the little moans and whines she‘s currently driving me crazy with. Wrapping one arm around Nessa‘s waist and sliding the other underneath her ass, I back away from the wall, turning to carry her down the darkened hallway to my bedroom as she kisses her way up my neck. My bed‘s unmade, the sheets a tangled mess– a testament to how impulsive the decision was to bring her back here. I bend at the waist, gently laying her down at the bed before rising to my full height, standing over my prey and casting my shadow down onto her. 

Her little skirt has ridden up– it‘s bunched around her waist, revealing a simple pair of black cotton panties. Nothing fancy or fussy, but just perfectly her. I‘ve been thinking about those panties since that day at the hot springs, and this time, when I slide my thumbs beneath the waistband at either side of her hips, she doesn‘t stop me from peeling them down. 

I drag them down her thighs, her legs pressing together modestly as I slide them all the way off over her booted feet, slyly tucking them into the back pocket of my pants. Mine. Then I pull off her boots one by one, dropping them unceremoniously to the floor with a resounding clunk. 

It‘s quiet. All I can hear is our ragged breathing, but for once, I‘m not itching to fill the silence. I don‘t want to miss a single sound Nessa makes; I want to hear every cry of pleasure I can draw from her body and commit it to memory. I nudge her knees apart and she lets them drop open unabashedly, revealing her pretty pink pussy, shining with arousal. “Damn,” I growl, licking my lips as I gaze down at her. “Gonna need to taste that pretty pussy of yours, baby.” She props herself up on an elbow, hitting me with a mischievous smirk as a blush forms on her cheeks. She swings her thighs back together with a smack. “Why are you still dressed?” Nessa queries, arching a seductive brow. 

Fair question. I reach behind my back, grabbing onto my shirt and yanking it off overhead, tossing it on the floor beside me. By the time I do, she‘s already got her own shirt off, and I watch with rapt attention as she slips off her black bra, her tits spilling out, nipples hardening into stiff peaks as they hit the air. 

my thumbs and drawing a gasp from her throat. Her hands tangle in my hair as my mouth descends on one of her nipples, sucking and biting it gently at first, then harder until she‘s

she fists my hair and cries out when I lick into her slowly, tortuously, dragging my tongue up her slit and flicking her clit. “Callum!” she screams, her back arching off the bed as pinpricks of pain break out over my scalp from her grip on my hair. “Don‘t stop, don‘t stop...” I chuckle against her

between this woman‘s thighs with no regrets. I continue my assault on her pussy with languid strokes of my tongue, circling her clit, then dipping down to thrust my tongue into her opening, fucking her with it. She‘s alternately fisting my hair and the sheets, scratching at my shoulders,

her until I feel her reach her peak, acutely attuned to every sound and movement she makes. Her thighs tighten around my ears, her muscles trembling, and I suction my mouth over her clit to push her off the edge. A wanton scream tears from her lips as she goes off like a rocket, riding my face while I savor every drop of her release on my tongue. Her climax seems to go on forever, and I‘m smugly satisfied that I was the one to draw it

my breath as she pops the button and drags the zipper down, then grabs onto my pants and boxers at my hips, yanking them to the floor. Her eyes widen in the most adorable way when my cock springs free, bobbing right in front of her face with a drop of pre–cum shining from the tip. I‘m completely unprepared when she leans forward and darts her tongue out to lick it off. I groan, burying my hands in her hair and tipping her face up, her eyes meeting mine through the darkness. “You‘re going to fucking ruin me,” I rasp, dragging my thumb across her pouty lower lip.

my legs,

desire. She wraps her lips around my thumb, sucking it hard and releasing it with a

deeper. She takes me eagerly, inch by inch, until I‘m bumping the back of her throat, making a guttural sound and barely managing to hold back from blowing my load. Another fucking mystery, where this girl‘s concerned. In past hookups, it always took me a while to get off. I‘d eventually have to close my eyes and focus

won‘t allow myself to consider how much practice she’s had, because I suddenly realize that the thought of her with anyone else makes me murderous. She‘s too pure, too perfect. Too mine. I pull back, staring down at her with

I shouldn‘t. 

me, so demure and sweet with her dark hair falling in front

dragging her back to the center of the bed as my lips find hers. Her legs part, her slick center rubbing against my cock while her arms wind around me, her tongue tangling with my own. My dick is throbbing, eager

arm, staring into her eyes as I reach down to fist my cock. I want to look at her when I sink inside; see every expression play out on her face so I can commit it to memory. I rub the head of my cock along her slit, gathering moisture and teasing her a little before I press the tip to her entrance. I‘m about to shove in when she stops me

did she just say?

dick twitches in my hand, impossibly hard and ready to plunge into her wet heat. “What?” I growl out, rocking back to sit on my heels. “You‘re a virgin?” I blink down at her through the

hand over my

a fucking

as she seems. She‘s not hiding anything behind a mask or concealing her damage behind that

won‘t be the one to taint

her for the sake of a goddamn bet. “I can‘t do this,” I grumble, lurching backwards and stumbling off the bed. Nessa‘s eyes round in confusion, her mouth falling open. “What?” She gathers the sheet in her hands, pulling it over her body and sitting up. I fist my hair, shaking my head as I

valves. “I want you, Callum,” Nessa purrs, stepping closer and setting a hand on my chest, right over my frantic heart. It inexplicably calms at her touch. I lift a hand and wrap it around her wrist, lifting hers off my skin. “No, you don‘t,” I rasp, staring down into her wide eyes. “You

jeans off the floor. I stumble into them clumsily and yank them up my hips. When I straighten and turn back, Nessa‘s no longer in front of me– she‘s rooting around for her own clothes, tugging

face me, straightening her skirt. “Just don‘t,” she snaps, her gaze shuttered. “I already know what you‘re going to say. It‘s not me, it‘s you, right? Because you‘re bad and I‘m good and I should be scared of you. But guess what, Callum?” She steps closer, getting right up in my face and glaring at me in challenge. “I‘m not scared. You are. So let me know when you decide to stop self–sabotaging and actually allow yourself to have something good in your life. Until then, I‘m out.” 6. She scoops her boots off the floor, strands of her long hair whipping my chest as she turns sharply and struts out of