I'm Selfish, I'm Obscene

Author's Notes: written for gardnerverse! i love caroline so much.

The scent of green tea was strong in Callum’s senses as he drove his cock into Caroline. The earthy scent clouded his vision as he dipped down to steal her lips. The taste of tea was even stronger than its fragrance. He didn’t know if he liked it but he knew he liked, no, loved the sensation of the married woman’s snug pussy around his prick. She looked gorgeous in the shimmering light that poured through the windows of her sun room. Gently, his tongue was coaxed into her mouth. A groan escaped him as her lips wrapped around it and suckled lightly. Calloused, work-weathered hands gripped onto her plump thighs as his hips continued to pump between them.

“Callum, oh, fuck, Callum,” Caroline whispered between kisses. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the younger man’s strong neck. A hand slid up his neck to tangle itself in his wild red hair. The man hissed as she tugged on it. “I want your fucking kids. Knock me up. Knock me the fuck up.”

The farmer blinked. His cock throbbed against her bare walls at the thought of her walking around with a swollen belly and glowing beautifully. Everyone would be none the wiser that he was the father... at least until the kid was born. Would its hair be green like hers? Or firey like his? He swallowed as his hips slowed to a stop. He supposed it’d be best if the kid took after his mother and his “cordial” relationship with her husband would stay the same.

And yet...

“I-I’m sorry, that was a weird thing to—mmmm!” She was effectively silenced by Callum’s rougher lips.

Moans spilled out between the gaps of their lips as he pounded into her. Ripples rolled through the curvy woman’s soft body as he fucked her into the wall of her sunroom. The plants and tools hanging from the walls and shelves rattled from the impact of his thrusts. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, not letting him pull out even if he wanted to. Though, with the pace he was going at, that probably wouldn’t be a problem. Her breasts bounced heavily before they were squished against his strong chest. Her nipples rubbed against the fabric of his grass-stained shirt and added to the sensation.

“I’m going to knock you up. You’re going to have my fucking kid,” Callum all but growled. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed along her pulse. “You’ll be mine. All fucking mine.”

Pain bit into her neck as the redhead’s teeth sank into her peachy skin. Noisily, he suckled on her pulse and marked her flesh with a deep, red hickey that definitely would need explaining for the next few days. It was a cruel thing to subject not only Caroline but to Pierre as well. Callum’s balls thumped against Caroline’s plush ass.

He thought about the shopkeep agonizing yet again over his status as a father, the humiliation the man would feel yet again as people whispered about his wife fucking another man. He may have punched Morris those months ago but what was he going to do to Callum? The man who brought prosperity back to Pelican Town? The one who reinvigorated the economy? The main source of business to his little shop? The star in everyone’s eyes?

Probably nothing.

So, he was going to help himself to the poor man’s wife.

He pulled away from her neck only to bite and suckle on the other side of her neck. Her back arched against the wall as heavy, desperate pants fell from her kiss-swollen lips. Her toes curled inside her shoes as her fingers continued to tug and grip on his wild hair. Once more, they kissed as he buried himself to the hilt and let loose. Healthy pink was painted a thick, milky white that dripped down her thighs and onto the ground below. The sensation of his throbbing prick against her shuddering walls pulled Caroline into a writhing mess as she came as well.

Panting, Callum gently placed the trembling woman onto her feet before leading her to one of the chairs surrounding the tea bush. She huffed as she watched the man tuck himself back into his pants and begin to leave.

“Hold on,” she said before parting her legs for the second time that afternoon. “Why don’t you have another cup of tea?”