Chapter 31
Sean
“Can we have some music on in here for once? It’s like driving with my grandma.” Callie grumbles, twiddling the knobs on my radio and then giving up with a sigh.
The radio is the one thing that lets my car down, the soft leather heated seats, the tan interior, the automated parking is all well and good, but having no radio is a bit of a shit one at times. I rummage in my pocket, lifting my ass off the warmth of my seat and sliding my phone from the tight front pocket of my jeans, frisbeeing it onto Callie’s lap. “Here, plug my phone in and choose something. I will warn you though,” I reach over and squeeze her thigh. “My music isn’t to most people’s taste.” She rolls her eyes in the way I love and sighs. “Nothing about you is to most people’s taste. Apart from your—”
“Dick,” I jump in, finishing her sentence for her and earning myself a slap on the back of the head.
“I was going to say,” she continues, her tone laced with familiar irritation. “charismatic personality.” Callie huffs a laugh and I join her, lacing my fingers through her’s as she selects a song from my playlist and sets the phone down under the radio.
When Luke Combs” ‘When It Rains It Pours’ blasts through the speaker I”m surprised, thinking she’d choose a much more popular song to play first. I love country music, it’s no secret for people who know me, but I never play music when Callie is in my car. All I want to do when she’s around me is talk to her about anything and everything. I’ve picked her up from training every night for the last month and having not seen her all day I have to put on my detective hat and find out everything there is to know about her day, what she did, who she spoke to, how she felt etc. It’s not a controlling thing, it’s just that I”m clearly totally obsessed with this girl and I”m on a constant chase to learn everything about her. I let my hand relax over her thigh and give it a gentle rub, sinking my fingers into her baby soft skin and letting the music flow through me. This kind of music always made me happy as a child, it was the one good memory I have of the summer, having a break from hockey and driving down to the coast to spend the week with my family. We’d swim in the ocean, go for fabulous dinners in fancy restaurants and Lois and I would eat until we were sick. My parents would always have a country playlist ready for the six hour drive and Lois and I would sing along in the back before falling asleep with our faces plastered against the windows.
The chorus of the song soon begins and when Callie’s angelic voice starts singing along word for word I’m dragged out of my trip down memory lane and land back in the present with a thump. Callie knows all the words to this song, her voice is like a lullaby, soft and sweet in my ears as she leans her head back and lets herself get lost in the music. I try not to stare at her in disbelief, really I do. I try to focus on the road ahead but I can’t. How the fuck does she know this song? There’s no way she likes country music too, it’s so niche here and I don’t think I”ve ever met anybody who likes the same kind of music I do. This woman is my fucking soulmate. Callie turns to me after a moment, pausing her singing to ask, “What?” As I stare at her wide eyed.
I force a gulp. “Marry me.” I croak and she furrows her brows, eyeing me suspiciously.
“Did you hit your head today?” She says and I let out a sharp laugh, wrapping her small hand inside my huge one and resting it in the dip between her thighs.
“How the hell do you know this song? I didn’t peg you for a country girl Callie Burch.”
“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover Sean, you’ll get yourself in trouble.” She taunts and my cock hardens in response.
He’s constantly on alert around her anyway, never feeling satisfied unless he’s buried 9.3 inches inside her wondrous pussy.
“My mum has always loved Luke Combs, she used to play him on repeat when I was a kid and it kind of became our thing as I grew up. She would take me on road trips when Dad was away coaching, it would be just the two of us and we’d sing until our lungs were aching.” She smiles, eyes watery from the happy memories. “I miss those days with her, before she…” she looks up at me, sadness clouding her usually bright, mossy eyes. “Well, you know, before she got sick.”
I suddenly feel the need to change the subject sharpish, I want to take her mind off this path of depression it’s found itself on, so I rub my thumb across her bare thigh and turn the volume down slightly.
“Am I taking you home or are you staying at mine tonight?” I say, Callie lifts her head from where it droops and gifts me a light smile. She sighs. “Take me home.”
Oh, I didn’t think she would want to be without me tonight. I never want to be without her.
“Ok…” I mutter, questioning myself now and wondering if I can actually read her at all. I thought for sure she’d want to stay with me tonight. “Really?” I look over at her and her eyes narrow playfully.
“No, not really,” Her breathy laugh makes my chest tight. “Why don’t you just say that you want me to stay over at your house?”
The way the mood has lightened is a ‘thank fuck’ moment for me, just being able to drag her out of that sudden bout of sadness is something only I can do and the thought alone makes my heart beat quicken. “Callie, I”d have you move in if it was my choice.” I laugh, meaning every word but immediately wondering if I”m coming on too strong. I don’t tend to stress about that too much anymore, I know how Callie feels about me and I”m not scared of being too much for her. But I still occasionally let my obsession with her make itself known and then spend a few hours worrying that she might change her mind about being with this love sick puppy and want to end things. But I should have more faith in her because her response leaves me speechless.
“Move in with you…do you mean that?” She whispers, eyelashes fluttering as she peers up at me.
I nod, trying to hide the lump in my throat as she bites the inside of her cheek, contemplating.
After a minute that felt like an hour she finally nods and says casually, “I’ll think about it and get back to you.”
I suck in my smile and lean over to kiss her forehead. “Ok baby, but remember I always get my own way.”
There’s that sexy eye roll that I love.
“I’ll be getting my own way the second we step foot in your bedroom tonight Taylor, you wait and see.” She flutters her eyelashes at me again, this time the flirty energy crashes over me like a tsunami.
I gulp hard. “What…what do you want me to do?”
She flashes me a sultry smile, then her eyes darken and she whispers, “I want you to choke me with your cock.”
Oh my fucking god, I”m in for one hell of a night.
I practically drag Callie up the stairs the second we get back to my place, crashing through my bedroom door and undressing at the speed of light. Callie watches me amused, fisting her hip and pursing her sexy lips at me as I rip my clothes from my body. I march over to her, lifting her skin tight t-shirt over her curls and launching it over my shoulder. Her shorts go next, also flung over my shoulder and landing somewhere on my bedroom floor.
I point to the floor. “Get on your knees.”
Callie swallows and licks her lips, anticipation burning behind her bright eyes before she drops to the ground in front of me. I fist my already painfully hard cock as Callie tilts her head back and gives me the perfect view of her moist, pink lips.
“Fuck my mouth and make me gag.” She coos and I almost come all over her face right then. Her voice is raspy, full of need and it’s so fucking sexy it hurts.
My eyes widen at her request. “What the hell has gotten into you today?” “I just love—” She clamps her mouth shut and fights to keep her expression emotionless, but I know she’s slipped up.
I twist her curls around my finger. “You love what?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing, just put your cock down my throat.” Sweet Jesus.
I don’t need to be asked twice so I part her soft lips with my thumb and dip my erection inside her warm mouth.
“Oh my god,” I groan as the moisture and the heat start the orgasm swirling in the pit of my stomach. But it’s actually hard to focus on the physical pleasure after hearing the L word slip out of Callie’s mouth so automatically like that. I know she loves me, she was going to say it, but I understand she’s still wary, scared to completely let her guard down and that’s ok. I can wait as long as she needs, but my heart gallops in my rib cage all the same, wanting to leap out of my body and makes it’s home in her’s.
She cups my balls in her small hand, massaging and pushing me closer to the edge. She licks slowly up my cock, teasing me as my head falls back and my hand roughly grips the hair at the nape of her neck, pushing my pulsating dick further into her hot, wet mouth.
“Jesus baby, you suck my cock so well.” I stroke her face, running my thumb along the length of her jaw. “Good girl,” The words leave my lips on something between a growl and a whimper.
Yes, this girl has me fucking whimpering.
She lets my cock fall out of her mouth with a pop and begins to run her fuck-able lips all the way up my shaft, licking, sucking and making me groan with desire. I part her lips again and a cocky smirk cracks her face as she watches me silently beg her for more, for relief preferably in the form of watching her swallow every last drop of my come. Her mouth opens for me again and I slip inside, revelling in the addictive way she takes my entire cock down her tight throat and totally milks me dry, swallowing my come and licking the residue from her juicy lips. I curse her name with a growl as she licks the last bead of come from my tip and wipes her mouth clean with the back of her hand. I help her to her feet and kiss her still wet lips, tasting myself on her tongue before leading her towards my king sized bed and lifting her from the ground, earning myself a high pitched squeal and battering of her hands against my chest. I launch her onto her back, watching my mattress swallow her tiny frame. God, I could just look at her all day. Her tight stomach, her soft, milky skin, the way her spine curves and trails down to the most perfect, grab-able ass to ever exist. Her perky tits with hard nipples in the centre, begging to be sucked between my lips, my tongue swirling over them. Then there’s her face, that’s a whole other masterpiece in itself. Her bright green eyes, the way they hold mine in that intense way like she’s trying to speak through them. Her sharp jaw line and the splattering of tiny, honey brown freckles that coat her cheekbones, her thick eyelashes fanning against them as she blinks seductively at me, just watching me watch her. As my eyes finally land on her’s I can see a sparkle behind them, a wondering, mesmerised look mixing with the usual fiery sass.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She says delicately after a moment of silence between us.
I shake my head. “I just fucking love looking at you Cal, I could look at you all day.”
Her mouth parts like she wants to say something, leaning up on her elbows, but instead she closes the gap between her lips and sighs as I start to move towards her, climbing onto the bed and covering her naked body with my own.
I kiss her jaw, sucking lightly on her skin and feeling her shiver beneath me. “Lie back now beautiful…” I lift my face to her’s landing a firm kiss on her lips. “It’s my turn to worship you.”