23. Callie
Chapter 23
Callie
“My bedroom is back there,” I tell him, and a shiver runs down my spine at the anticipation of him.
Should we be doing this? Is it the healthiest decision to be making? Probably not. And will future me feel a whole lot of heartbreak when this inevitably has to end? Oh, most definitely. But I don’t care.
I was holding on so strong. I was going to let him walk away, but I needed to know when it had changed…I didn’t expect to get that answer. I knew I couldn’t let him walk out the door after that. I don’t know what tomorrow will look like but for now, I want this. I want him.
One thing is for sure—Will is a damn good kisser. He carries me back to my room all while his mouth never leaves mine.
Mouth, not lips. Will has somehow managed to get the perfect balance of kisses, tongue, and small nips with his teeth in between. Fuck, and I thought his hands were going to be the stars of the show. If this kiss is any indication…damn.
When we get to my bedroom Will lays me down and stands at the end of the bed. Feeling even more turned on by the way he’s looking at me, I can’t help arching my back a little while teasing at the hem of my dress.
“Look at you,” he rasps before picking up one of my legs and pulling my boot off. “Raise your dress, let me see you.”
Mm, communicating already. I love it. “Hey, Will,” I say as I pull my dress up ever so slowly. “I want to get on the same page before we get started.”
He drops my other boot then his eyes glide up my entire body. “Tell me, Blaze.”
“I’m going to focus on tonight for now, but before we start—first, I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in over a year and I’m on birth control. But I also have condoms in my nightstand drawer.”
A small smile tugs at his lips. “I’m clean too. It’s also been over a year for me, but you shouldn’t have to provide condoms, Callie. I’m supposed to do that.”
“Oh, I never count on a man to be prepared, but that rule applies in everything.”
Will shakes his head with a laugh, then to my surprise he wraps his arms around my legs, yanking me to the edge of the bed before getting on his knees. “What’s second?”
“What?” Going up on my elbows I gulp. Fuck, he looks good like this.
“You said first earlier, which usually implies there’s a second.” Will spreads my knees further apart but even though he’s level with my pussy he keeps his eyes on mine. “Tell me what’s second because I’m fucking starving.”
Oh, fuck.
“I-I,” I stumble because how could I not after that. “I like to communicate in bed. You talk, I talk. I’m not exactly quiet.”
“Oh, I’m well aware.” He smirks and I can’t be mad at the comment when he slides my dress up to my waist. “Now, is there a third thing?”
Goosebumps prickly my skin and I can’t say it’s from my newly exposed skin. I swallow and shake my head slowly.
“Oh, don’t go silent on me now.” Will plants a kiss on my inner thigh. “Where’d that communication go?” His mouth trails small kisses down my right thigh and I damn near hold my breath waiting for him to reach my center but then he moves to my left side. “Talk to me, Blaze.”
“N-no, there’s not a third,” I sputter and as the words leave my mouth, his finally comes to my panties. “Fuck. Will,” I hiss.
I immediately want to protest as he backs away but he smiles and taps on my hips for me to lift them so he can pull my underwear down. “There’s my girl, let me hear you. I told you I missed hearing your rambles.”
That shouldn’t come off so sweet in this moment, but I swear it heals a little part of me that was constantly told to be quiet no matter the setting.
However, the sappy moment in me is immediately shut down when Will’s mouth starts licking and kissing me again. I fall off my elbows and run my fingers through his hair. “Oh my…damn, and I thought your hands would be where your talents lie.”
Will’s tongue flicks my clit. “Been thinking about me, baby?” And because Will has always been an excellent listener the next thing I feel is his fingers teasing me as his tongue starts again.
My back arches at the new added sensation and a moan rattles out of me. “I tried not to but—” My next words get caught in my throat as Will inserts one of his fingers. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
I swear in that moment, a small bolt of an orgasm shoots through me and Will fucking moans. Why is that so incredibly sexy? My toes curl at the thought of hearing that moan again.
Will continues to work his finger in and out but then lets his thumb start to work over my clit. “God, woman, I’ve thought about you constantly and this view right here puts every fantasy to shame. You are so fucking beautiful, Callie.” He places a kiss to my hip that makes me shiver. “Tell me what you need, because I’m nowhere near done.”
As his thumb gets replaced by his tongue again, sounds pour out of me. In between my moans and curses Will dutifully follows every plea.
“Faster.”
“Another finger.”
“Don’t stop.”
My legs start to shake, and I feel like my body is on fire. I’ve never been afraid to orgasm before but this one building up feels like it may alter my brain chemistry. The jump to get there feels too terrifying and I don’t know what will push me over at this point until…Will moans my name while devouring me.
And I jump.
My orgasm tears through me in the most agonizing and pleasurable way. My legs shake and I grip on to my sheets to ground me. “Fuck, Will,” I cry out and that only spurs him on. He laps up every second of my climax until my body relaxes.
Laying boneless on my bed, Will kisses my thigh one last time before standing up slowly. “You’re a fucking vision, Callie.”
I preen under his praise and my body slowly starts to come back to life under his gaze. But in taking him in, I realize he hasn’t taken off a single article of clothing yet. Finding the willpower to move, I scoot up to my cushioned headboard and smirk. “Strip for me.”
Holding my eyes, Will pulls his shirt over his head first. God, those muscles. I want to drag my finger—and tongue—through every outline. “Keep going.”
Will hums quietly. “I’m going to need that dress first.”
“Alright, fair is fair.” Sitting up I grab the end of my mini dress that's still bunched up around my waist and pull it the rest of the way off.
Will keeps his eyes locked on me and when I lean back raising an eyebrow, he shakes his head and undoes his jeans. “If we’re talking about fairness, then I believe you have to take the rest off.”
Stepping out of his jeans my mouth goes dry at the man in front of me. Fucking hell, and in Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
Getting up to my knees—my bed isn’t exactly big enough for a whole crawl moment—but I do my best to look as sexy as possible.
“Fuck,” Will groans as my fingernails graze his skin to pull his underwear down.
Pushing them as far as I can, Will kicks them off the rest of the way and I go back down on my hands to kiss his abs. “So, do you have any firsts or second thoughts for me?”
Moving my mouth lower I peer up at him while wrapping one hand around his length. He hisses, “No.”
I glide my hand slowly over his shaft, fuck he’s a good size. Part of me is a little anxious for how well I can actually do this with him, but I want to at least try.
Finally looking down, I lick off the bit of precum on his tip. Will’s hands jump to my hair, threading his fingers through and using the gesture to pull my hair back.
“Go on, show me how else you use that mouth of yours.”
Peering back up at him, I hold eye contact as I take him in as far as I can. I use my hand in tandem with my mouth but since I’m having a little trouble reaching it’s not exactly wet.
I start to pull back so I can remedy this little issue, and as if Will can read my mind he looks down and spits on my hand. Holy hell.
“You liked that, didn’t you, Blaze?”
I do my best to murmur something along the lines of “yes,” because, fuck, I loved that.
“Yeah, that’s my good girl.” Will gathers all of my hair into one hand and his other slides down my spine to my bra and unsnaps the clasps. “So fucking perfect. You like communication in bed, Callie? Does that mean you like the praise or degradation talk with it?”
Will’s hand holds my head, pushing in a steady rhythm, so I’m not entirely sure how to answer him, but I kind of want to see if he can talk his way through the answer. Peering back up at him I push myself a little deeper and a growl vibrates out of him.
Pulling my head back by my hair, he curses. “I know which one it is. You love the praise which is good because I intend on worshiping you.”
Getting off my hands I slide my bra the rest of the way off as I smile. “Then please, take me to church.”