Blackout

Chapter 23

Imaia Island

Max

Present

The water was freezing cold and it took me forever to fill up the pitchers and wash myself, but the task kept my mind busy and my body moving. I washed my long hair the best I could and then took my time drying myself with a white towel that Callan had left in the hanger of the door for me. I eyed my dirty uniform with a frown and refused the idea of wearing it again. Tentatively I moved slowly to the closet and opened the doors. Inside I could see a couple of women's dresses that looked terribly outdated, some pants and large blouses that seemed to be more fitting for a woman with large breasts. I sighed, opening the drawers and browsing around the contents until I found a white linen slip dress, the old type, the one women used to wear under dresses. It was the only piece that seemed to fit me. I tried it on and sure enough it fit like a glove, the waist was a little tight around my back but I’d always had trouble fitting my ass on normal clothes. My grandmother had fixed half of the jeans I bought because of that reason. 

My fingers were trembling when I buttoned the neckline of the dress and then I turned to the door, trying to brush my hair with my fingers. It would be frizzy and puffy if I didn’t dry it but that was the least of my worries right then. Taking a deep, shaky breath I opened the door of the bedroom and walked down the hall, my bare feet making soundless noises in the quiet house. I passed a wide wooden arch with carved roses. I eyed the beautiful carpentry slowly. It seemed to be a recurrent theme in the style of the house and I wondered if the owners of the house liked roses or if it was a family story all by itself.

The smell of food guided me to the opposite side of the house, to where I could hear food sizzling by the fire and the chopping of vegetables. I walked down some steps and entered a wide kitchen that seemed to be the main room of the house. The floors were covered in colorful tiles with colonial patterns and the light filtered from open windows. The iron oven was huge and old, impossible to miss by the corner of the kitchen. I eyed the circular table covered in food and then Callan, who turned around just then, stopping in his tracks when he saw me.

A little self-conscious about my wild hair I brushed it back, sending a prayer to God to please not make it as frizzy as it could get without a straightener. Nervous and shy I looked at my bare feet and then out of the windows, anywhere but at Callan. It wasn’t at all like me to feel like this, but I had no way of knowing what to do. The closest I’d ever been to staying alone with a man had been with a corpse during my anatomy classes. This was beyond new and strange. Thankfully Callan put a plate down by the table and sat on a chair, staring at me with a grave look.

“Come here,” he said in a low tone, curling a finger to make his intentions clear. I frowned, squaring my shoulders back. His eyes lighted up in amusement while he watched me get a hold on myself.

“You know, I’m not a dog you can give orders to,” I said angrily and a curve of his mouth curled up.

“Glad to hear that,” said Callan, his smile turning bigger. He was still in his uniform and frankly he looked impossibly good on it. I took a moment to watch him, from his short black hair, wide shoulders and strong legs to all the little details that made him who he was. The little scar at the bottom of his chin, the soft hairs at the back of his neck, the green tone of his gray eyes. In silence he moved two fingers again, motioning for me to get closer. I obstinately crossed my arms and he smirked, shaking his head at me, “You are a hard-ass, aren’t you?”

“I think that’s exactly what you like about me,” I said and Callan gave me a nod.

“That’s true,” he pointed at the food and then looked back at me, “can you please come here so I can feed you and make sure my wife stays healthy and strong?”

I was taken aback by the ease in his words. It felt as if we had been married for years instead of hours by the way he talked about me. A moment passed while we looked at each other like generals from opposite warring armies. At the end I nodded, going to him and gasping in surprise when he took me in his arms the moment I was close enough. Unrepentantly he sat me on his legs, holding me with an arm around my middle so I could face the food on the table. It was an impressive spread. Scrambled eggs, toasted bacon, bread, milk and ham slices. I looked back at him with my eyebrows raised.

“I haven’t had bacon in weeks,” Food had been rationated after the hurricane. I had no idea how Callan had been able to find bacon with everything that was going on but he had. For me. Callan pushed the plate of bacon to me and offered a glass of milk too.

“I know, beautiful. And I also know you get angry when you are hungry. We can’t have that. Eat as much as you want,” he said, kissing my naked shoulder and making me tense instantly. I was hungry, but I was also too damn nervous to eat anything. I turned to the food and managed to eat some bites before pushing everything away and turning around, straddling him. At first I didn’t even think much about how we were sitting, but then I caught a side of the bulk tenting his pants and I swallowed nervously, looking up to his eyes.

“Callan?” I asked gently and he clenched his jaw, staring down my face, to the column of my neck and my small breasts. My n*****s were hard and pointy, impossible to miss under the soft white linen. A nerve pulsed on his jaw while the hand on my waist moved slowly to my breasts. The sun rays brightened the kitchen, illuminating the dust speckles in the air while we both started moving closer, slowly, as if we were both playing with a fire much stronger than the two of us.

Callan nodded but didn’t say a word while he cupped my face, resting his forehead against mine. We both took in a shaky breath, my heart beating so fast that I could hear it pumping blood in my own ears. With a hand he grabbed me firmly by my ass, using only one hand to keep me in place while he started unbuttoning the front of my dress. I started panting with every second it passed, feeling his strong fingers moving the fabric slowly until my breasts were naked. A moment passed while I breathed shakily, the white linen trembling against my olive skin, revealing my small n*****s. Reverently Callan kissed my neck, a powerful kiss that seemed to brand me his. He kissed the hardness of my chest then and slowly, almost as an act of worship closed his mouth around one of my n*****s. My back bowed right away, legs tensing around him. A moan stuck to the bottom of my throat making a dry sound. Damn this man and that mouth! God, but he was good! I gasped, holding tight to the back of his neck when he masterfully sucked hard on it, rolling his tongue in hungry circles around the areola. Two things started happening at once. I could feel his tongue flicking at the hardness of my n****e while one of his hands moved slowly up my leg, pushing the skirt of my dress to the side and opening hotly against my naked p***y. The moment his fingers connected with my hot entrance we both tensed, his mouth sucking harder on my n****e and his shoulders tightening under my hands.

Hot, hot heat opened like a wildfire between us. I pushed his shoulders closer, feeling my back hit the table while his fingers opened my s*x and started smearing my own wetness all around my southern lips. My own wetness tasted in the air like a raw woman in heat, something indecorous and shameful. I blushed in shame, in need, wanting more and needing it all. He seemed to read my body better than I did, it was written in every single move, every single kiss and lick he gave me. Callan started caressing my hooded nub then and by everything that was holy, my body seemed to explode, gushing more slick for this man. His mouth made a pop sound when he sucked my abused breast one last time, moving to my other n****e and biting down on it, hard.

I came right away, shaking my hips and screaming a loud, steamy pant that sounded sinful even to my own ears. It was animalistic, like the call of a mating animal. When I came down off it I found Callan staring down at me with this look in his eyes I haven’t seen before. It was a little hazy, as if he wasn’t fully in control of himself. He cursed then and moved fast, kissing me in the mouth and holding me tight by my ass, before kicking the chair where we have been seated and carrying me away from the kitchen.

I wasn’t thinking straight. All I knew was that he had way too many clothes on. My hands were trembling and clumsy when I started opening the buttons of his shirt. He grunted between kisses, sliding his wide hands up and down my body and making me feel with his touch how badly he wanted me. There were no thoughts, no words and no sense. All it existed between us was pure electricity and a raw type of energy that couldn’t be tapped. We reached the bedroom fast between kisses and pants. Callan locked the door, taking me to the bed and placing me on top of it before taking a step back and staring down at me. 

My chest was moving irregularly, up and down, panting without a breath. The dress I’ve been wearing was all wrinkled and opened in the front. I could feel my hair falling down my shoulders in wild curls. I had no idea how I looked right then, but Callan’s entire body was tense with hunger. His eyes couldn’t stop moving up and down, almost as if he couldn’t tell where he wanted to touch me first. Slowly I started pushing the skirts of the dress up and Callan followed me suit, removing his shirt while we both looked at each other’s body. My eyes followed the planes of his strong dorso, my mouth turning dry at the sight of it. For f**k’s sakes! I wanted him inside of me! All of it! God, he was packing. The most perfect male specimen I’ve ever seen. Strong and muscular, with an Adonis belt that marked the strong planes of his eight pack. My hands halted, eyes widening when he started opening his belt.

“Eyes up here,” he commanded and I looked up, understanding he didn’t want me to get nervous all of the sudden. I nodded, pushing the rest of my dress up and away, until I was completely naked on top of the bed. I blushed for a moment trying to imagine what Callan might see when he looked at me. I wasn’t like other women who had time to get Brazilian waxes and tanned outlines. I didn’t get manicures or pedicures. I was in the raw and surely he had seen a hundred more women, a lot more beautiful than me. I looked up with a nervous frown and realized he had paused, his mouth open and eyes darker.

“Callan?” I asked tentatively and his eyes moved up to my face, a nerve pulsing angrily at his jaw. He shook his head once, then twice and cracked his neck, as if he was too damn tense to talk.

“I don’t know if I’m in my right mind right now…fuck, you are…”he cursed again, bracing his hips and looking away from me for a second, he closed his eyes tight before looking back at me, “you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You will need to tell me if I’m going too fast, do you understand?”

I nodded, growing a little scared. It was true what he was saying. That look in his eyes that I’ve seen in the kitchen…it wasn’t only hazy, it was turbulent, like a man out of control would look like. What exactly would it take to bring back the Callan I knew? We both stared at each other and I could tell he was reading the fear in my eyes. A moment passed while he read my face as if I was an open book and then he looked down, giving me a moment to prepare myself before opening the button of his pants and pushing them down.

I swallowed nervously, taking a deep breath before looking at him.

Man.

Hard.

Mine.

That was all I was able to think before he descended on me, pushing me down to the mattress and kissing me.