Chapter 16 #2
“I didn’t intend for this to lead to more,” I tell her, reaching out and dragging a single finger through her wetness because I have to touch her. “I just wanted a little taste, but I need to be inside you. Can I do that? Can I fuck you until you’re begging for mercy?”
“God, yes,” she practically begs. “Please. Please fuck me.”
“Then roll over and put your ass in the air, Clover. I want to see all of you while you ride my cock.”
It’s a mad scramble as we get into position, nothing coordinated or pretty about it, but I don’t care. That’s just life, and it wouldn’t matter anyway. Not with her.
Once in position, I push the shirt up—an old one from when I played for Chicago—and I want to cry at the sight laid out before me.
“Christ, Clover.” I run my hand over her bare ass. “You’re gorgeous. I love your dimples, you know that? This one right here.” I bend down and poke my tongue into it. “It’s my favorite. And this one”—I kiss another—“this one is my second.”
She hums happily, wiggling back against me, and I get the idea to kiss her in a place I haven’t in far, far too long. I pull her cheeks apart, then slide my tongue over the tight ring I’ve worshipped many times before.
“Fuuuuuck.” She lets out a long, satisfied groan, and I push against her hole with the tip of my tongue. “Holy hell, Callum. You have to stop.”
“Or what?” I ask, then do it again.
“I’m going to come.”
“Isn’t that the goal?”
Another low moan. “Yes, but I want you inside me when I do it.”
She doesn’t have to tell me again. I abandon her tiny hole, vowing to myself to come back to it later and give it proper attention, then I push my boxer briefs down and press my cock to her other opening.
“Yes,” she whispers as I slide inside slowly. “Yes, just like that.”
I pull out, then push in again, just as languidly as the first time.
I don’t do it to torment her. I do it because if I don’t, I’m going to come, and this will all be over far too soon.
I keep a steady pace as I rock into her, my movements soft and precise.
Nothing too fast or wild, even though I’m quite literally shaking as I hold myself back. Chloe notices.
“Please,” she says. “Just do it. Fuck me like you want to, Callum. I don’t care if it’s over too soon. We’ll just do it again. I need to come, so I need you to move faster, harder. I just need you. All of you.”
Who am I to tell her no? This time, when I slide my cock out, I slam it back in, and she lets out a string of undiscernible words as I find a new rhythm, one that satisfies us both.
When I know I’m only moments away from blowing my load, I press my thumb against the tight hole I wish I had more time with, and that’s all it takes.
Her pussy constricts around me, squeezing me so fucking tight I swear I see stars, and I’m spilling into her before I even realize it’s happening.
I keep thrusting, eking out every ounce of her orgasm that I can, and she takes it all, letting me get my fill, even though she’s barely holding herself up at this point.
When I’m certain I’ve wrung every last drop out of both of us, I pull out and collapse next to her. She grunts as she falls beside me, her hair a mess from having her face pressed against the mattress, and there’s a small smile playing on her lips.
“Well, good morning to us.”
I laugh, then tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, I’d say.” I let out a yawn, the road trip, the long night, and this morning catching up with me. “What are you doing the rest of the day? Do you need to write?”
She shakes her head. “No. Much to my bank account’s chagrin, I’m between assignments.”
Her bank account? But she should—
“Hey!” She shoots up, and I follow along with her, her excitement palpable, though I have no idea where this is going. “Since you’re off today and I am too, I have an idea.”
“Yeah, and what is that?”
“Nope. Not telling.” She pats my chest. “Get showered and dressed, then I’ll tell you.”
“Counteroffer: you take a shower with me, then you tell me while I fuck you against the glass door.”
She taps her chin. “Hmm. It’s tempting but…
Well, I’ll be honest and say I’m a bit sore between last night and this morning.
I don’t have the stamina of a hockey player, and it’s been quite a while since I’ve been wrung out like that.
I think I need a break, maybe some food to get a bit of energy back, and possibly an ice pack for my knees. ”
I glance down and notice for the first time that her knees are looking a little red, and I’m hit with the image of her looking up at me last night with my cum dripping down her chin.
Down, boy, I tell my cock when it twitches.
I press a quick kiss to her nose. “All right. Your plan it is. But…you are okay, right? I didn’t hurt you? I know we got a bit carried away in the spare bedroom last night.”
“It wasn’t any more than I wanted you to. I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay. Good.” I climb out of the bed, then hold my hands out to her. “Come on. I’ll show you where the shower stuff is.”
Chloe is standing at the fridge when I pad into the living room after my shower. For having spent nine long days on the road and not getting near enough sleep last night, I feel oddly refreshed, and I’m pretty sure it has to do with the multiple orgasms in the last ten or so hours.
I stop and pet Percy, who is lounging across the back of the couch, enjoying the random bit of sunshine we’re having in January. The clouds will be back to covering every inch of the sky any minute, but it’s been a mild winter with hardly any rain, and I’m certainly not mad about it.
“Hey.” She jumps as I wrap my arms around her from behind. “Shit, sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she says, turning in my hold. “I was just lost in my own head.”
I flick my eyes to where she was looking and realize instantly what had her so concentrated—Hutch and Auden’s wedding invitation.
Shit. Fox was right last night. The reason I haven’t invited Chloe yet is that I’m scared.
I don’t want her to say no. I want her to say yes and come with me to this damn thing I don’t even want to attend.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I want to be there for Hutch, and I guess Auden too. But it would be a lot easier to tolerate all the love and mushy shit if I had my wife by my side.
“So, um, I didn’t know how to bring it up, but Auden, she…” I watch as she drags her tongue over her bottom lip. “She, uh, she asked me to come to her wedding. If I’m still in town, I mean.”
Right. Still in town. I hadn’t thought about that. I was so worried about her not wanting to spend time with me or hang out with my teammates that I hadn’t thought about her leaving again. Is…is that what she’s planning to do? Is she ready to pack up and move out already?
“I plan to be.”
I flick my eyes to hers. “You plan to what?”
“Be in town. I mean, if that’s okay, of course.”
I’m nodding before she even finishes. “Yes, that’s okay. More than okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, Clover.” I clear my throat, pushing down all the nerves making themselves known. “Uh, since you’ll be around for it, do you want to go to the wedding with me?”
She hesitates, but only for a moment, before nodding. “Yes, I would love to go with you.”
“Oh, thank fuck.” I gather her to me and hug her tightly.
I don’t know why I was expecting her to say no, and I would have accepted it if she did, but I’m so happy she didn’t.
I pull back, then kiss her just because I can.
It’s quick and over far too soon, but if we have any chance of getting out of the house today, it has to be.
Even though she said she wouldn’t take a shower with me, it didn’t stop her from sneaking into the bathroom while I was in there and taking me to the back of her throat.
It was a quick blow job, not nearly as messy as last night, and she refused to let me return the favor, but I promised her I’d do so later.
“How are your knees?”
“They’ll be fine. I’ll ice them later tonight back at the hotel.”
I’m not sure what I thought she’d say, but I didn’t plan on her going back to the hotel tonight.
Actually, not ever. Or at least not while she’s still in town.
I want to offer to let her stay here, but she’s already twisting out of my hold and moving away, and it just doesn’t feel like the right moment anymore.
“So,” I ask as I pull open the fridge and grab a bottle of water. “What’s on the agenda?”
“Thrifting.”
“You…want to go thrifting?”
She nods. “Yes. I haven’t been in ages, and remember how we used to go in college all the time, and we loved it?”
Of course I remember. We spent hours in various shops picking through all they had to offer. We would find the weirdest shit and laugh so hard we’d earn dirty looks from the sales associates. It was simple but fun. I remember we used to have a lot of that before things got complicated.
“I want to do it again. Can we?”
If she looked like she does now, I’d say yes to anything she wanted. It wouldn’t matter if she asked me to go rob a bank; I’d run to the nearest store for a ski mask and drive the damn getaway car. Whatever she wants, I’ll give it to her.
“I think thrifting sounds perfect. I mean, we can definitely afford new stuff, but why the hell not? Maybe we can find another set of Hercules plates.”
“Yay!” She claps her hands together excitedly. “Percy, we’re going thrifting!”
Meow.
“Percy, you’re staying home!”
Meow.
“Boo,” Chloe pouts, and I laugh.
“Sorry, Clover. He’s an indoor cat. He’s only got three legs, remember? He’s not equipped for the outside world.”
“All right. Fine. Maybe we can find a treat or two to bring back for him?”
I try not to let myself get excited that it sounds like she’s planning on coming back here and agree to grab treats for the cat. We finish getting ready, grab our jackets to shield us from the late-January wind, and head out for our adventure.