Chapter 13 #2
“Hey,” he says softly, tucking his finger under my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes again. “Where’d you go?”
“I’m right here.”
His eyes fall to slits, like he doesn’t believe me, but there are no follow-up questions, and I’m thankful for it.
Thinking all those things is one thing, but putting a voice to them gives them power, and that’s the last thing I want to do.
So, I tuck all the thoughts away deep inside my brain where I can analyze them and replay them later.
His lips pull up into a sly smile. “You know, Clover, I hadn’t realized you were so eager to get in my pants.”
My eyes widen. “That is not what I said!”
“No?”
He squeezes my hips, his fingers inching under my shirt.
While we still haven’t had sex, we have fooled around a little, mostly just Callum putting his hands under my shirt and a hand job in the dark of night.
So when he drags his hand up and cups my breast, it doesn’t surprise me, but it does stir something inside me that’s been building over the last several months.
“It might not be what you said, but it’s what you want, isn’t it?” He flicks his thumb over my nipple that’s already hard, and I gasp. He laughs darkly. “That’s what I thought.”
“You’re so mean.” I groan when he shoves my bra down and does it again, this time with the pad of his digit against my bare skin.
“Maybe. But you like it.”
“Shut up,” I grumble, but my words have no venom behind them, especially not when my hips involuntarily move, my body seeking friction of some sort.
Callum notices, just like I notice how hard he is. Feeling brave—or maybe just needy—I swivel my hips, and this time it’s him gasping.
“Fuck. Shit,” he curses, his hand that’s still on my hip tightening. “Do that again.”
I do. Then again and again. His thumb brushes against me with every move, and it feels so damn good I might just burst if something else doesn’t happen soon.
“Fuck,” he mutters. His eyes are glassy as he stares up at me, and his cheeks are getting redder than I’ve ever seen them before.
No, that’s not true. I’ve seen him like this one other time, when we were in his car and I had my hand wrapped around the hard member pressed between my legs.
I want to make him feel as good as he did then.
I grind against him again, and this time he lets out another string of cuss words.
I’d laugh if I wasn’t feeling the exact same way.
He yanks me to him, his lips finding mine as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, his tongue plunging into my mouth.
I roll my hips against him as he kisses me like he never has before, and he plays with my nipple.
It’s so simple yet so damn good, and I teeter closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.
“You’re killing me,” he says again when he pulls away. “I’m so damn close.”
“Me too.”
“Then get there. Do what you need. Come on my lap, Clover. I can’t think of anything else I want more.” He chuckles lowly. “Well, I could think of one thing…”
I want to tell him he could have that one thing right now if he wanted, tell him I’d lie back on his twin-sized bed and let him have his way with me until the wee hours of the morning, his roommates be damned, but I’m way too chicken to actually say it.
So, instead, I get brave in a different way. I slide my hand between us, right into the waistband of my leggings, and I press two fingers against my clit.
He inhales sharply, his nostrils flaring. “Holy fuck.” He snaps his eyes to mine. “Are you touching yourself right now?”
I nod, drawing a small circle around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Shit.” He drags his teeth against his bottom lip. “What does it feel like? I need to know how it feels.”
“It’s…good.”
He laughs. “I know that, but I want more. I need details.” He kisses me hard, then pulls away just as fast before dragging his lips to my ear. “Tell me what your cunt feels like, Clover.”
He sinks his teeth into my neck, and I gasp.
Not just because he’s being far from gentle and I like that much more than I could have anticipated, but because I’ve never heard anyone utter that word in real life before.
I’ve read it in a book, and it was said once in a video on a website I had no business being on, but never in person, and certainly never from Callum.
“Say that again.”
“What?” he asks, licking across the spot where he just had his teeth.
“That word.”
He pulls back and looks up at me. “Cunt?”
I groan, and his eyes spark with something I can’t quite name.
“Oh, Clover,” he murmurs, laughing lowly again.
He ghosts his lips against mine. “I want to hear how your cunt feels. Can you tell me? Can you tell me how wet you are for me? Can you tell me how your fingers feel pressed against you?” He spreads his legs more, and my thighs go along with him.
“Can you slide inside that pretty little pussy of yours and finger yourself until you’re making a mess all over? ”
I nod and do just that, my eyes closing as I dip two fingers into myself.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he says. “Open your eyes. Look at me. Talk to me.”
I run my tongue over my lips and draw in a deep breath. “I… It’s warm.”
“Warm. Mmm. What else?” He kisses the corner of my lips. “What else does it feel like, huh? Is it as tight as I imagine?”
“Yes,” I gasp out. “It’s so tight. I can barely fit two fingers in there. I don’t…” I moan as I grind my hips against my hand, my palm brushing my clit. “I don’t know how you’re going to fit down there. You’re so…big.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that. I’ll fit, I promise you.” He kisses the other corner of my mouth. “What else does it feel like?”
“Wet. I’m so wet. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not. It’s beautiful, Clover. Don’t ever be embarrassed about that. Not with me. Understood?” I nod, and he kisses me again, this time on my chin. “Give me another one. Tell me more.”
“I…” I groan when he pinches my nipple again while biting at my neck. “I don’t know. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re kissing me like that.”
“You think it’s hard to concentrate? You’re in my lap right now, and you’re fingering your sweet little hole that I can’t wait to stretch around my cock. I think I win in the ‘hard to concentrate’ competition.”
His words light a fire inside me, and I pump my fingers harder and faster. I need to come. Now.
“Callum…I’m close.”
“Good. Me too.” He kisses my favorite spot. “So come on. Make a mess.”
It’s all the permission I need. In an instant, I’m spasming around my own fingers as I work them in and out, my orgasm racing through me so hard my legs begin to shake.
Callum lets out a loud groan, and it’s all the warning I have before I feel the wetness seep through his jeans.
There’s an obvious wet spot on them when I look down, and it’s all I need to see to know he’s just as satisfied as I am right now.
We untangle ourselves, Callum putting my bra back in its place, but I don’t move off his lap. Not yet.
He cups my face, holding my hair off my sweaty neck. “How was that for a study break?”
A laugh bursts out of me. “Not too bad. Want to take another?”
He grins, then kisses the tip of my nose. “Go study for your biology test, Clover.”
In all the fun, I almost forgot about the exam I’m supposed to be cramming for, the one for the class I don’t even want to be in.
His finger finds the wrinkles between my brows, and he tries to smooth them. “You know you don’t have to follow in your parents’ footsteps, don’t you?”
“You try telling them that.”
“Okay, I will. They already hate me, so it’s not like I have anything to worry about.”
While they haven’t met in person yet, only via video chat, it’s safe to say my parents aren’t too fond of my boyfriend.
“They don’t hate you. They just don’t understand you. You’re a hockey player, and that’s not their thing. They’re…”
“Super smart and I’m just a big dumb jock?”
I scowl at him. “No. You’re just from two different worlds, that’s all.”
“Well, it’s okay if you’re from two different worlds, too. If you don’t want to study biology, don’t. Be a writer. That’s what you really want. Chase it.”
I’ve thought about it more times than I can count, but that’s the exact reason I can’t do it.
What if I try, graduate, and am not good enough to get a job in the real world?
Or what if I don’t even make it through my first year as an English major?
Or what if it ends up taking me away from Callum?
We already have so much stacked against us with his hockey career taking off like it is.
I don’t want to get a job across the country and lose him entirely.
“Biology is what I want,” I assure him.
He frowns but doesn’t argue. Instead, he pats my butt and says, “All right. Then I guess you have a test to study for. And I have a mess to clean up.”
Reluctantly, I climb off his lap, laughing as he grimaces at the wetness and awkwardly walks to the bathroom across the hall. I lie back on his bed with a smile, trying hard not to let all my doubts ruin the high from my orgasm, but it’s a pointless effort.
They’re there, and they’re there to stay.
I hug my jacket around me for at least the fifth time tonight, then pull my dress down, but it doesn’t budge. I silently curse Tally for making me wear the damn thing, but that’s what I get for asking my best friend for help picking an outfit for my date tonight.
“Stop showing me jeans. You’re not wearing them,” she said as I held up the eighth option of our video chat.
“Uh, yes, I am. I’m going to a hockey game.”
“You’re not getting banged for the first time in jeans, Chlo. Wear the skirt. Or better yet, the dress.”
“Oh my god, we are not having sex tonight!” I insisted.
“Yes, you are. I’m telling you, I have a feeling.”
I huffed. “You’re ridiculous.”
“So? Now go shave your legs.”