32. Will
Chapter 32
Will
Moving back off the bed, I leave a trail of kisses as I go get the camera. Knowing what happened I would have never anticipated this. But she’s right, this is a completely different situation. In our past we’ve both felt alone, and that ends now.
I hand her the camera, and she smiles softly. “Are you sure you’re good with this?”
Grabbing her ankles again, I pull her further down the bed and she giggles lightly. “Now I’m not the photographer here, but I think the first picture should be of me on my knees for you.”
I push her knees apart as I get down on mine. “And don’t forget—I’m not a model either, so tell me what to do.”
I don’t wait for her to agree because I know my girl will do exactly that. And I love that it won’t stop at just the pictures.
With my mouth on her pussy, she sits up on one hand to adjust her angle and lets out the most intoxicating moan. “Yes, Will, just like that.”
Using my hands, I lift up her ass so I can eat my girl properly. After circling her clit slowly a few times, my tongue trails down to her center, then slightly further to feel her out.
Her hips jerk and she lies back on the mattress. “Fuck, no one’s ever done that before.”
Gliding back up, I flick her clit one more time. “Want me to do it again?”
Callie sits back up with a sexy smirk. “I want you to keep doing everything you’re doing.”
With that I have my mouth back on her, but I know her—she’s not done talking yet.
She lets out a small moan and pulls the camera up. “I still have a picture to take. Eyes on me, Will.” When my eyes meet hers, she smiles and says, “Good boy.”
Fucking hell. I thought I could convince her to stay with me by pulling out all my tricks and ruining it for any other man, but this—she’s ruined me.
Holding her ass up with one hand, the other teases her everywhere while my tongue circles her clit. When her body arches back, she drops the camera.
“Pick it back up, Callie,” I tell her as I push a finger in her center. “Take another.”
When she doesn’t do it right away I pump my finger in her twice before replacing it with my tongue, then going down slightly further again.
“Will, I’m going to—” she pants.
“I know.” I flick my tongue on her ass again. “Take a picture and come.” Moving back up to her clit, I circle it while fingering her tight pussy. And just as her walls squeeze the hell out of my finger, her legs wrap around my shoulders, there's a click of the camera, and she comes.
Just as I had her do, I lick up every drop of her orgasm. Her legs shake around me and each pant of my name feels like a damn prayer that I never want to end.
When her body slows and her legs go lax, I ease my way up onto the bed to hover over her. Looking into her glossy, green eyes I suck the taste of her off my finger.
“That’s…so…hot.” Callie’s breath sounds strained.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah,” she huffs. “I think I’m just still waiting for my soul to return to my body.”
I chuckle. “You really know how to inflate a man’s ego, Blaze.” Leaning down, I place a small kiss on her lips then pull back for a second to let her breathe before going back in.
“Just kiss me, damn it.” Callie wraps her arms around my neck and spreads her legs for me to settle between her thighs.
Happy to fulfill her request I cup her face and kiss her slowly but with every bit of passion in me. Callie’s nails scratch up and down my back, sometimes lightly and sometimes, when our tongues glide against each other, her nails dig in harder.
“Will,” Callie mumbles. “I don’t want this to end.”
I’m not entirely sure if she means this night or us, but either way I agree. Rolling us over so she can straddle me, I look up at her and brush her hair behind her ears. “Callie, baby, I’m yours.”
I pull her back down for another sensuous kiss, but don’t hold it long because I know she’s about to get in her head about this.
Raising her up by her shoulder, I grind my hips into her with the command, “Go on, put it in. It’s my turn for some pictures.”
The fire in her eyes ignites as she raises up on her knees and lines herself up. Locking her eyes with mine, she smirks when I pick up the camera.
“Sit on my cock, baby.”
Callie lowers down slowly, watching me intently, waiting to see when I’m going to take the picture. But as sexy as she is the whole way down, nothing beats the arch in her back and the look of pure bliss on her face when she takes all of me in. That’s my picture.
Callie moans as she moves her hips. “I bet that was a good one.”
“There’s not a doubt in my mind.” My hands travel up her thighs as she rides. “Fuck. Nothing beats the live show.”
“Wanna know a secret?” Callie whispers.
“Tell me, baby, but don’t you dare stop.” My hands grip onto her hips and lift her up slightly before bringing her back down.
Callie’s head rolls back with a moan. “I like being on top. It makes me feel powerful.” Callie places her hands on my chest then takes over with her own rhythm.
My hands fall off her hips. “Fuck yes.”
Her fingers dig into my chest and she leans down. “I know I said I wanted you to take control, but I think I want a little.”
“Baby, I lost control the moment you moved in next door.”
Callie arches back, clawing her nails down my torso. “Why don’t you take another picture.”
My fucking pleasure.
I grab the camera and look up at my gorgeous girl. She’s close already, I can feel it. “I’ll take the picture as soon as you come, Callie.”
A wicked smile comes to her face and her hands go up to her hair. Fuck, I thought she looked good bouncing on my dick before, but now she’s putting on a damn show. She’s going to kill me. Callie Reyer will be the fucking death of me, and I’m not even remotely scared of her blaze.
When her pace picks up, I raise up the camera with one hand, then tease her tits with the other.
Callie’s head falls back with my name on her lips and the moment I feel her climax take over I take the picture, then flip us over. Her nails dig into my back as I tear her apart. And with her name now my prayer, I pour into her.
Now I know precisely what she meant earlier—my soul has completely left my body, but the only difference is, I don’t expect mine to come back. I’m pretty sure I’m lying on my soul now.
I start to push up on my hands, but Callie wraps her arms back around me. “Hold on. One more picture, please?”
“Anything you want.” I kiss her temple. She reaches for the Polaroid and holds it around my back.
Sliding to the side slightly I grip her chin. “Take it now,” I tell her then kiss my soul.
Practically dead to the world after the night Callie and I had, I’m dying to hit snooze just one more time on the alarm.
But when I hit the small alarm next to me the pounding continues. Fuck, is someone knocking? The clock reads just a little after seven, so it’s not like I’m late for pictures today.
Aimlessly I walk up to the door, throw on my pants, and rip it open to find Beck on the other side. “Fuck, man, what’s with the loud knocking?”
And the moment the words leave my mouth, and I see the look on Beck’s face, I know I’ve fucked up.
“Well, considering this is Callie’s room, the real question is, what are you doing here?” Beck tries to hold in a laugh. “I was coming over here to ask her if she’s seen you. Guess I got my answer.”
Beck’s laugh starts getting louder.
“Beck, shut the fuck up.”
But he doesn't, his laugh continues on.
“Will!” Callie whisper-shouts behind me. I turn around to find her wrapped up in a sheet and panic in her eyes. “What the hell is going on? What are you doing?”
Grabbing Beck by his shirt I yank him inside to get him out of that damn hallway before he gets the attention of anyone else.
“Good grief,” Callie mumbles under her breath.
“Hey, Callie Bear, I like your sheet.” Beck’s grin is a mile-wide and as much as I’d like to punch it clean off, this mess is my fault.
“Hey, watch it, man,” I snap, then step around him into the bathroom to grab Callie’s robe. Draping it around her shoulders, I help her get covered while she looks up at me with sad eyes.
I have to fix this.
The bright side is this could at least give us an answer as to how serious this rule is.
“Okay, I get how this looks.”
“Oh, I know exactly how it looks. The claw marks on your back and chest don’t really leave much room for interpretation.” Beck turns to Callie again and looks her up and down with a smirk. “It feels like Callie Cat is more fitting now. I might change?—”
“Beck! Shut the fuck up. Stop looking at my girl like that and fucking listen!”
“ Your girl ?”
Callie runs her hands over her face and mutters, “We’re screwed.”
“No, we’re not.” I take her hand and pull her closer before turning back to Beck. “Look, we've been secretly seeing each other for a few weeks, but we’ve been dancing around this attraction since the trade. So we’re not just fucking around. This is serious, Beck.”
Beck shrugs and crosses his arms. “If this is serious, then why are you keeping it a secret? Just because of Adam—wait, nooo. You two aren’t allowed to date.”
And just like that the bubble of hope I had pops.
“So, that’s an actual rule?” Callie asks just barely above a whisper. Damn it.
“Yeah.” Beck nods. “We had a couple of players over my years here who wouldn’t leave the staff alone. It got really messy—from both sides, really. Almost all of the players were traded and some were sent back to assignment. There were two girls who were let go but others just left. After all that shit, the rule was strictly enforced. Olsson might be the new GM but he was still a coach through all that mess. It wouldn’t surprise me if this was still his rule.”
“Fuck.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. What the fuck are we going to do?
A punch comes to my other shoulder and Beck looks angrily at me. “Why the fuck did you answer the door anyway?”
“The fuck was that for? I didn’t do it on purpose. I was working off little to no sleep.”
“Will!” Callie slaps at my other arm and while she looks upset still, her cheeks are rosy.
God, I’m on fire this morning. Not only have I put her in this situation, now I’m afraid she feels like she’s going to have to make a decision. Fuck knows I can’t.
“Callie, I’m sorry, I?—”
“Now, hold on.” Beck interrupts. “First, might I say I’m rather impressed. All night stamina.” Beck lightly claps.
“For fuck’s sake,” Callie mutters.
“Second, you assholes are not about to break up in front of me. I’m a fucking romantic!”
I raise an eyebrow. “You? Really?”
Beck shrugs. “For other people. I’m happy where I’m at, but damn it, now that I know about this…I fucking ship it.”
What the actual fuck is happening right now?
Beck looks at Callie and takes a step toward her. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I'm a little heartbroken I wasn’t even considered, Callie Bear. I mean, just think about?—”
“Okay.” I step in between them. “That’s enough. Was the whole ‘my girlfriend’ part not clear?”
Callie chuckles and wraps her arms around my waist. “Relax. Beck, you look like you could be my brother, it was never on the table for me.”
Putting my arm around her, I kiss her head with a laugh while Beck digests that rejection.
“Okay, I’m just going to push through that.” Beck shakes his head. “My original point is that all of the other instances were issues because it always led to huge drama. If you can show that it won’t be a problem for you two, then maybe, he’ll let it go.”
“But we still run the risk of both of us losing our jobs, right?” Callie whispers.
“Yeah, if you want to look at it that way.” Beck shrugs. “Or you could look at it as a way to make it work.”
Callie looks up at me with the question I know she’s afraid to ask.
“We’ll make it work.” I kiss her forehead.
“Hey! Did you guys get a Polaroid camera?” Beck asks, pointing at the nightstand where not only the camera is, but the pictures are too.
“Okay, time to go.” Pulling him by his shirt again, I yank him to the door.
“Seriously? Dirty Polaroids?” Beck has this coat-hanger smile on his face. “Fuck, you guys, mad respect.”
And with that I push him out into the hallway and swing the door shut.
Turning back, Callie’s already got her arms crossed. She’s got to be pissed—I’m pissed at me. “Alright, let me have it.”
But she doesn’t yell or get upset, she laughs. Her arms come uncrossed and she laughs. “I would have bet so much money that I was going to get us busted first.”
I pull her chuckling butt to me by the belt on her robe. “You’re not mad?”
“I was a little bit when I woke up to Beck’s laugh. But it was good to at least get an idea of what we’re working with, and it was just Beck. I don’t think he’ll tell anyone.” She giggles some more, but then wraps her arms around my shoulders. “Really, you just answered my door? I was lying right next to you. If I fucked your brains out last night Anderson, it’s okay, you can admit it.”
“Woman.” I pick her up and toss her back on the bed. Crawling on top of her, she wraps her legs around my waist. “You didn’t even hear the knocking. I fucked the consciousness out of you.”
Callie hums with a smirk on her pretty lips. “Are the pictures as hot as I remember?”
I reach over to the nightstand and hand the stack to her. “Why don’t you look through them?” I slide down her body and pull the knot of her robe loose. “And please describe them to me in heavy detail.”
“Hmm, and where are you going?” Callie’s voice might sound coy but the little minx moves her legs, spreading them for me already.
“I’m going to have my breakfast.” I kiss down to her hip before both of our alarms go off. Both of us groan and curse at the same time.
“I’m going to kill Beck. Fucker waisted valuable time this morning,” I mutter after we both turn off our alarms.
Callie laughs before rolling off the bed. “You answered the door, Will! The one time I have a locked door and you answer it!”
“We might not have a ton of time, but I’ll still bend your smart mouth over.”
Callie leans over and places the dirty Polaroids on my chest. “You love my smart mouth. Now I have to get ready to go take pictures of you all day, but, unfortunately, they won’t be as hot as these.”