Calloused

21

"You should head back. Your father's going to start worrying." H sighed as he rubbed lazy circles on my lower back with his fingers.

"No, he won't. He knows where I am." I protested as I snuggled further into his side.
"Unless you want me to leave."

"No. You can stay." H said immediately, wrapping his arms around me protectively. He rested the side of his face on top of my head.
"You just got here anyways." He mumbled.

"Actually, I've been here since eleven. It's one now." I smirked.

"Then we should sleep then so you can stop correcting me." H groaned.

"I'm not tired, though." I sighed.

"No? Maybe you just need to be tired out." H whispered in my ear. His low, gravelly voice sent shivers down my spine, causing my core to ache. I bit my bottom lip in an attempt to keep myself from saying something naughty back.

"How long has it been?" H asked, moving me over so I was on my back. He turned over on the bed so he could lay on his good side. His eyes stared into mine, waiting for an answer. Our faces were so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek.

"Two years." I answered honestly. I looked away and at his ceiling.

"Me too. Anna and I never..." H confessed. I could still feel his eyes watching me. I closed my eyes as a smirk grew on my face.

"No wonder she hated me." I chuckled, opening my eyes and turning my head back towards him.

"I don't want to talk about her, I want to do something for you." H whispered before he dipped his head down to my neck. He nipped at it hungrily, leaving wet kisses behind. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip again, only this time it was to stop myself from releasing a soft moan.

"That's only if you want me to." H whispered in my ear once he had paused his assault on my neck.

"Mmm." I hummed, feeling dizzy from the hunger that grew hot between my thighs.
"I haven't felt this warm in so long." I whispered back, breathlessly.

"Let me take care of it then." He practically purred before he got up from the bed. He went to the end of it. He pulled me to the edge by my ankles. His movements were slow and cautious. Like I was a glass ornament, fragile, and easy to break on a hardwood floor.

I watched as his hands moved to the button on my pants. His skillful fingers popped it open and slid them off of my legs. H tossed them to the side and refocused his attention on me. He bent my leg, so my foot rested on the edge of his bed. He began trailing soft kisses from my ankle, to my knee, and then up to my inner thighs. He nipped at the sensitive skin, making me let out a soft moan.

I knew we shouldn't have been doing this. I knew this would make us lose our focus on finding Vincent. But in that moment, the ache finally won. It took control of my brain.

"You've missed my touch, haven't you?" He whispered as his gaze shifted up to meet mine.

I bit my lip and nodded as I propped myself up on my elbows so I could see his face better.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good." He smirked as his warm hands traveled up to my thighs. He squeezed them gently. At this point, it felt like torture. I was on the verge of begging him to touch me further. H always knew how to make me feel desperate for it. He was the best at teasing me endlessly.

He bent my other leg, so both of my feet were at the end of his bed. My ass was close to the edge as well. He spread my thighs and ran his index finger over the thin fabric of my panties. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying my best to behave.

"How bad do you want it?" H asked, his voice filled with lust.

"Please." I moaned softly. I hated how easily he could turn me into putty with just his words alone.

"Please?" He continued to taunt me as he kept running his finger over me slowly.

"P-please, baby." I whimpered.

Without any warning, he slipped his fingers past my panties and onto my clit. He rubbed slow circles into it. I gripped his sheets in my hands. I was so sensitive, so blinded by lust.
More moans left my lips as he continued.

He stopped rubbing my clit to slide my panties off. I was expecting him to continue with his fingers, but he caught me by surprise when I felt his mouth. He sucked on my clit gently. He grabbed my thighs as they rested on either side of his head. The sight brought tingles to my body. I let my head roll back as I moaned in bliss.

As he continued to please me with his mouth, he slid a hand from one of my thighs and ran it over my opening.

"You're already so wet." He said. I lifted my head up to see his face and watch as he licked his lips. They were a little swollen.

He pushed his finger inside of me slowly while watching my face closely. I laid flat on my back and closed my eyes, trying to suppress another moan. He moved it in and out of me, increasing the speed. I felt him use a second finger, which drove me over the edge.

"F-fuck!" I gasped.

"You're so tight." He groaned, enjoying the sight of me slowly unraveling in front of him.

"You gonna cum for me, Princess?" He asked. My hands were fisted around his sheets as I squirmed under his touch.

When I didn't respond, he lowered his mouth down to my clit and started to swirl his tongue around it.

"O-oh God!" I moaned out as my back arched off of his bed. I felt my stomach tighten as a familiar warmth spread through my body.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum." I whimpered in pleasure.

H continued to rub my clit in slow circles as I reached my climax. He pressed soft kisses above my belly button as I came.

"You ready for bed?" He smiled as he rested his hands on either side of my head and hovered over me. I looked up at him, smiling as I enjoyed the feelings swirling through me.

"Mhm." I said before grabbing him by his neck and gently pulling his face towards mine. We shared a slow, sweet kiss. Our tongues danced with each others.

H pulled away from the kiss and laid one on my forehead.

"Good night, love." He hummed as he laid down next to me. He pulled the sheets over us. I scooted up more towards the pillows and cuddled up against his warm body. He held me close as sleep slowly took over my body.

"Good night, H." I whispered as everything else faded.