Because He Takes Me (Because He Owns Me, Book Two) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (7 page)

“So,” Callum said, when the last bite of food
was gone.
 
“Dinner’s over.”

“Yes,” I said, the butterflies swarming fast
and hard in my stomach, their wings fluttering rapidly.
  
“It is.”

“What would you like to do now, Lemon?”

“What would
you
like to
do now?”
 
I countered.
 
I knew what I wanted to do, knew what we
were
going
to do, and even though I knew I was going to
be sleeping with him tonight, knew I was going to be having some kind of kinky
fucked up sex with him, something about saying it out loud still felt too raw
to me.

“I’d like to get you out of that dress,” he
said.
 
“I’d like to strip you naked
and run my tongue down your body until I’m eating your pussy.”

The way he said ‘pussy’ turned me on, and I
instantly got wet.

“Okay,” I managed, and this earned me one of
his laughs.
 

“Oh, Lemon,” he said.
 
He stood up and began clearing the
table.
 
I got up to help him, but he
stopped me.
 
“No.
 
You sit.
 
Stay comfortable.”

I stayed in my chair and waited while he
brought the plates inside.

He was gone for a few minutes, and when he
returned, he was wearing a pair of navy blue swim trunks and a white
t-shirt.
 
There were a couple of fluffy
white towels in his hand.

“Swim?” he asked, grabbing the bottom of his
shirt and pulling it off.
 

I remembered his body being
perfect,
had dreamed about his muscular chest and ripped torso for the past two
days.
 
But the reality was even more
than I remembered.
 
The firm planes
of his chest slid down into the six-pack of his stomach, his shoulders chiseled
and broad.

He turned and the light from the pool
illuminated his silhouette, his jawline strong and commanding, his nose
straight, his gorgeous blue eyes slightly hooded.
 
He took my breath away.
 
I couldn’t believe a man this gorgeous,
a man who could have any woman he desired, wanted to be with me.

It was intimidating on so many different
levels, and I felt myself clam up.

“Adriana?” Callum asked again.

“Yes?”

“I asked you if you wanted to swim.”

“Oh!
 
Um, yes, sure.
 
Just let me go get my bathing
suit.”
 
Crap!
 
Here he was looking like a sex god,
every muscle and tendon of his body impeccable, and I was going to come running
out in my orange and pink striped one piece.
 
Talk about mortifying.

“You don’t need a bathing suit, Lemon,” Callum
said, crossing the lanai to where I was still sitting at the table.
 
He took my foot in his hand, bent my leg
gently as he unbuckled my sandal and pulled it off before briefly kissing the
arch of my foot.
 
He repeated the process
with my other leg, then took my hand in his and pulled me up out of my chair
until I was standing.

 
He
brushed my hair back from my neck and began untying my dress, his hands moving
slowly, his touch leaving me dizzy.

He pulled the dress down and off, leaving it in
a puddle on the cobblestones.
 
I was
left there in just my bra and thong, and even though he’d seen me in my
underwear before, I felt more exposed this time, more under the microscope.

“Very nice, Lemon,” he said, grinning wickedly
as he slid his finger under the cup of my black bra before moving his hands
around to cup my ass.
 
He pulled me
toward him and kissed me, his hands roaming over my body, over my buttocks, the
small of my back and my shoulders before finally returning to my ass, grabbing
me and lifting me slowly up off the ground.

“Wrap your legs around me, Lemon,” he commanded
gruffly, and I obeyed.

I could feel his cock through the material of
his shorts, hard and thick, and I shivered.

He carried me toward the pool, and I giggled
into his shoulders as he started down the stairs, taking me into the water. I
held onto him tightly, bracing myself for the shock of cold water.
 
But it never came.
 
The water was the
perfect temperature
,
warm but not too hot
.
 
He must have had it heated.

I went to pull away from him, to swim away and
catch my breath, but he held my thighs tightly and waded over to the side of
the pool where he pushed me up against the wall.

He pulled my hands from around his neck and
pushed them straight up in the air.

“Eyes down,” he said gruffly, and I did it
immediately, taking my gaze from his and keeping it on the clear aqua water of
the pool.

His hands slid down my arms slowly, moving over
my breasts, his palms drifting down the sides of my body as his thumbs brushed
against my nipples, hardening them instantly.

“Shit,” he groaned, pushing his pelvis into
mine.
 

The sensation of his cock against me sent me
into ecstasy, and I went to move my hands down, to wrap them around his
shoulders, to brace myself on him, to ground myself, but Callum grabbed my
wrists and pushed them up over my head.

“No,” he growled.
 
“Arms up.”

He kissed me again, over and over and over
while his hands explored my body, his teeth nipping at my skin, his mouth
skipping from my lips to my neck and back again.

Finally, when he had me breathless and
trembling, he turned his attention to my breasts, inching the cups of my bra
down until my nipples were exposed to him.

My instinct was to cover myself.

He was so beautiful, every inch of his skin
perfect, that I was instantly self-conscious.

“Fuck, Adriana,” he breathed, his hands cupping
my tits and shoving them together.
 
He lowered his mouth to my nipples, sucking them into his mouth as he
moved back and forth between them.

I risked being reprimanded to glance down at
him, and I groaned at the sight of him, my nipple in his mouth as the steam
rose off the pool.
 
His eyes were on
my face and as soon as he caught me looking, he stopped.

“Eyes down,” he commanded, and then he squeezed
my tit hard, letting me know he was in control.

I looked away, tipping my head back, trying to
ground myself in the midnight blue sky and the twinkling stars that were just
beginning to appear.
 
He reached up
and grabbed my wrists, crossed them and held them tight.

“I really did want to swim with you, Lemon,”
Callum murmured into my ear.
 
“I
didn’t want to rush this.
 
But fuck,
I can’t resist you, Adriana.
 
I need
to taste you.”

In one fluid motion he’d picked me up and
lifted me out of the pool, setting me down so that I was sitting on the
cobblestone, my legs still in the water.

He pushed my panties to the side and spread my
pussy open, murmuring his approval.
 
“Very nice,” he said, and then he lowered his head and I could feel his
breath on my thighs, hot and wanting, his hand lazily brushing against my
stomach, heightening the anticipation.

And then his mouth was on me, down there, and I
arched my back and groaned out loud because the pleasure was intense and
instant. It was so intense it was almost too much to take, and I was afraid I
was going to come right away.
 

I tried to close my thighs, but Callum held
them open and continued, his tongue making soft figure eights on my pussy.
 
Every so often, just when I thought I
was about to orgasm, his mouth would stop, and he would switch to using his
hands.

“You’re so tight,” he said huskily, as his
finger slid inside me.
 

My breathing would slow just a tiny bit, and
then his mouth would be back on me, kissing me open-mouthed right on my core,
his tongue and lips moving in tandem to create the most exquisite sensation I’d
ever experienced.

Finally, when I was trembling and slick with
want, he grabbed my hips and pulled me back into the water.
 
“I think I need to take you inside,
Lemon,” he said.
 
“And do this
properly.”

I nodded my agreement, and he took my hand and
led me out of the pool.
 
The cool
night air hit my skin, the breeze cold after the warmth of the water, even
though it had to have been close to eighty degrees outside.
 
Goosebumps bloomed on my skin.

Callum picked up the towel he’d set on one of
the chaises and began drying me, starting at my feet, rubbing my ankles and my
legs, my stomach, my thighs, before ending with my fingertips.
 
He readjusted the cups of my bra so that
I was covered back up,
then
wrapped the towel around
my shoulders.

He picked up his own towel and dried himself
off, and I tried not to stare at the perfection that was his body, somehow even
sexier with drops of water glinting on his skin and clinging to his chest hair.

His hand found mine he led me into the house,
through the kitchen and up the stairs into the bedroom.
 

“Stay here,” he said and disappeared into the
walk-in closet.
 
When he came back,
he was holding a pair of handcuffs.
 

The room was
dark,
the
only light the light that was shining in from the lanai through the sliding glass
doors of the balcony.

“Do you trust me, Adriana?” he asked.

I nodded.
 
It was true.
 
I had no reason
to, but I did.
 
I trusted him.

Callum tugged at my towel and it dropped to the
floor, leaving me again in just my bra and panties, which clung to my body like
a second skin, wet from the pool.
 

He reached around and unhooked my bra with one
hand, and the air from the bedroom hit my breasts, my nipples pebbling into
hard peaks.
 
I tried not to think
about how good he was at unhooking my bra, how expertly he was able to handle
my body.
 
It implied a
comfortableness that could only have been found through experience.

I shivered, and he pulled me toward him, my
breasts flattening out against his rock hard chest, his body heat warming me
like a blanket.

“Eyes on the floor.”

I moved my gaze to the floor as he reached
around and took my hands, crossed them behind my back and used the handcuffs to
cuff them together.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me
to the floor, until I was on my knees before him, the way I’d been that night
in the club.
 

But this time, I had a feeling he was going to
finish what he’d started.

He didn’t waste any time.

He pulled off his swim trunks and grabbed my
chin in his hand, pressing his dick hard against my lips until they
parted.
 
He tasted salty and sweet,
with just a hint of chlorine from the pool, and it was so intoxicating it made
me light-headed, the way you’d feel after a couple glasses of wine.

He thrust his cock into me, and held onto my
chin with one hand while the other one grabbed my breast.

He pulled my face and mouth toward me with his
hand, his hips bucking in rhythm as he fucked my mouth.

He was rough, but it felt oh so good.
 
I was cuffed and on my knees, my mouth
stuffed with his cock, his balls hitting my chin with every thrust.
 
I wanted him to come in my mouth, I
realized excitedly.
 
I wanted to
feel him explode on my tongue, wanted to taste him, to know I’d been
responsible for his pleasure.

“Good girl,” he groaned.
 
“That’s it, baby, take it deep.”

I could feel the head of his shaft hitting the
back of my throat, choking me, and it excited me to be at his mercy.
 
My pussy was slick with need, almost
more than when his mouth had been down there.

“Use your tongue, Adriana,” he commanded, and
he began pulling his cock out of my mouth with every thrust, then pushing it
back in.

Every time he pushed back, I swirled my tongue
around the head of his shaft, tasting his precum, acrid and exciting.
 

“Jesus,” he groaned.
 
“That’s good, baby, keep doing that.”

After a while, he pulled his dick from my
mouth, and I looked up at him, wanting his approval, but he slapped his cock
against my cheek in punishment.