CHAPTER 65: TEASING

Hailee’s POV

His lips crushed against mine, and all the tension, all the heat, everything we hadn’t said poured into it. One of his hands slid up my back, the other cupped my jaw with aching tenderness, anchoring me to him like I was the only thing he needed.

My fingers clutched his shirt as I kissed him back, my breath hitching. The car was suddenly too small, too hot, and the windows were fogging around us like we were trapped inside our own little storm.

He broke the kiss only for a second, his breath brushing over my lips.

"You drive me crazy, Hailee. I can’t pretend anymore."

"Callum..." I whispered, my heart pounding, but I wasn’t sure if it was a warning to stop or a plea to continue.

"I meant it," he said, his thumb stroking my cheek. "Everything I said in there. I don’t care who’s watching. You’re mine."

His words lit something inside me, something wild and reckless, and I didn’t even try to fight it.

I leaned in again.

And this time, I kissed him.

We both moaned as he pushed the seat backward, giving us more space—though it still felt like the air between us was electric and too tight.

His hands found my waist, gripping me as if afraid I’d disappear, and I climbed onto his lap without thinking, straddling him in one smooth motion. My skirt bunched around my thighs, but I didn’t care.

Callum’s hands slid up under the skirt, his palms warm against my skin. My heart thudded in my chest like a drum. Our kisses deepened—hot, breathless, consuming. There was nothing gentle anymore. It was messy, consuming.

His lips trailed down my jaw, kissing the sensitive spot beneath my ear as I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair. I could feel the thrum of his pulse against my chest, matching the frantic beat of my own heart.

"Callum..." I breathed again, barely recognizing my own voice.

He growled softly in response, the sound vibrating through me. One of his hands slid down, fingers gripping my thigh before inching upward. My breath caught as he shifted the edge of my panties aside, his fingertips brushing against my bare skin.

I moaned—soft and helpless—as he caressed me, the pad of his finger circling my entrance with maddening restraint. My hips bucked forward, seeking more, but he held me still with his free hand, his gaze locking on mine.

"You’re shaking," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me to stop, and I will."

I didn’t. I couldn’t.

Instead, I leaned forward, my forehead pressed against his as I whispered, "Don’t stop."

His thumb stroked me again, more firmly this time, and I whimpered into his mouth as he kissed me, swallowing every sound I made. His touch was relentless—torturously slow, teasing, like he wanted to memorize every reaction.

"Look at me," he murmured, and when I met his eyes, he slipped a finger inside my wet pussy.

My moan was swallowed by his kiss, my body trembling as his finger moved inside me—slow, deliberate, like he was learning me one stroke at a time. My breath hitched, my fingers clutching his shoulders, needing something to ground me before I completely unraveled.

"Callum..." I gasped again, barely able to speak, my voice cracking under the weight of everything I was feeling.

"Shh," he breathed, pressing a kiss to my cheek, then lower to my neck. "Just feel me."

I was already falling apart, my thighs trembling around him, my core pulsing. I needed more—I needed him.

Driven by pure instinct, I reached between us, my fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants. His breath caught as I freed him, my hand wrapping around his cock—hot and heavy and pulsing against my palm.

"Hailee," he groaned, his head tipping back against the seat. His fingers stilled inside me, as if stunned by what I was doing.

I didn’t say a word.

I just shifted my hips forward, guiding him to me. Not in, but close. So close. I pressed his tip against my entrance, slick and ready, and a shiver rolled down both our bodies at the contact.

He gritted his teeth. "Baby, don’t—don’t tease me like that."

"I’m not teasing," I whispered, resting my forehead against his. "I just... want to feel you. Like this. Just for a second."

His hands gripped my hips tightly, his chest rising and falling as he tried to control himself. The heat between us crackled like fire, his cock pulsing against me as I held still, savoring the closeness of his cock on my pussy.

Every part of me was alive.

Every nerve sang for him.

And still—we didn’t move.

My body trembled as I hovered just above him, his tip barely brushing my entrance—hot, thick, and slick with need. I wasn’t thinking anymore. Just feeling. My hips moved on instinct, slow and aching, dragging myself over the length of him without taking him inside.

Callum’s breath stuttered. "Hailee..." he warned, but his voice cracked at the edges, raw and desperate.

I rocked again, teasing myself with the velvet weight of him, the heat of his shaft gliding against me—so close it was maddening. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming, begging for more, but I didn’t give in.

He gritted his teeth as I rolled my hips once more, letting his tip slide up and down the slick folds of my entrance, catching on my clit in a way that made my back arch.

"Oh my God," I breathed, burying my face in his neck as pleasure sparked through me like lightning. "Callum..."

His hands trembled on my waist, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might snap. He was holding back. Barely. Each time I shifted, he bucked instinctively, the hard ridge of him dragging over my sensitive skin until both of us were panting.

"Hailee," he growled, the sound guttural now, his control slipping. "You’re gonna make me—"

I moaned when his cock slid perfectly over my clit again, sending a shockwave through me. His entire body jerked, and then suddenly—he grabbed my hips and lifted me off him.

I gasped, stunned, but before I could say anything, his hand was already stroking himself—fast, rough.

"I’m sorry," he rasped, his eyes locking on mine as he stroked his dick. "I can’t—I can’t hold back."

I watched, dazed and breathless, still pulsing from everything he’d just done to me.

His moans turned guttural, and with a loud, deep grunt, his hips jerked and he came—hot, thick spurts spilling over his hand and stomach. His eyes fluttered shut, his chest heaving.

For a long second, the car was silent except for our breathing.

Then his eyes opened again—dark, hungry, still full of desire.

"This isn’t over," he said roughly, voice laced with promise.