39. CALLUM
CALLUM
Ahalf hour later, I’ve learned more about cricket than I thought possible. Not because I’ve discovered a hidden talent for it, but because Alia is a wonderful instructor.
Besides, the way she lights up every time I call her ‘Coach’? Fucking adorable. Seeing her excitedly cheer for me when I swing the bat just right makes me want to push her down on the grass and kiss her senseless.
I’m so enamored with this woman, I want to be around her all the time.
I’m glad I heeded the impulse to come visit Alia instead of going home and wallowing alone after tonight’s loss. Even now, as we wind down our game and reach my car, I’m loath to end our impromptu date.
“Are you coming to Family Skate night?” I ask, catching the ball she tosses me. I drop our equipment into the open duffel and shut the trunk.
“I want to. I’ve missed the ones Rohan invited me to before.”
“My folks are coming,” I add unnecessarily. Alia blinks, unsure how to respond to that tidbit. Hell, I don’t even know why I said it except it felt relevant somehow. I clear my throat to move past the odd moment of silence. “All the families will be around. You should come.”
“I think I will,” she agrees. “I have a meeting with my old coach right before, but I should be done in time for the event.”
“Something important?”
“I’ve been helping out with some advice. But, um. . .”
Alia tucks a flyway strand of hair behind her ear as she nibbles on her lower lip.
Hands clasped at her lower back, she wiggles the tip of her toe and stabs it into the ground, looking younger than her years.
Anyone would think she was a skittish schoolgirl about to confess to a secret crush.
My lips curve up automatically at her shyness.
“I’ve been looking into the sports club near our gym.”
Our gym. Damn, that sounds good.
“Yeah?”
“They play cricket, and I was thinking of a coaching position with them. Do something with what I know.”
I take her hand and squeeze it gently.
“Tots, that’s fantastic. Do you need my help? I can find someone to talk to, and we can—”
“No, no,” she laughs, lacing her fingers with mine in a move that seems second nature now. “That’s really sweet of you to offer. I have an interview with the program director soon.”
“How do you feel about it?”
“Excited. Nervous,” she admits, already gnawing on her lip by force of habit. I pull her lower lip loose with my thumb.
“I’m proud of you, Tots. You’re so fucking cool.”
Her bashful smile and unmistakable pleasure make me sigh happily. Goddamn, this day turned around. I lean over and drop a soft kiss on her mouth, feeling the curve of her lips rise against mine.
“So,” she clears her throat as we break off, her cheeks delightfully pink. “I have something for you. I was going to give it to you the next time we saw each other. I didn’t expect that to be tonight but might as well do it now. Maybe it’ll turn your mood around and—”
Alia’s rambling dwindles when she catches me grinning excitedly at her.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
How can I not? Alia is planning to stay in Monterey. It opens up possibilities I’ve been too afraid to consider. I throw her my most roguish wink and smirk. “I’m excited. Haven’t gotten a surprise gift since I was a kid.”
“It’s not anything big.”
“Don’t care. Gimme.” I extend my palm out and curl my fingers, gesturing twice.
“It’s nothing. It’s silly,” she hedges.
“Tots,” I drawl. “Give it before I tickle it out of you.”
Hesitantly, Alia reaches into the passenger side door, pulls out a lumpy looking blob on a keychain and hands it to me. It takes me a moment to figure out what it is as I bring it closer to get a better look.
The beady eyes of a little crochet potato wearing a frown, and a shirt that reads ‘positive potato: I believe in you.’
I look from the hideously cute tater to the woman in front of me. I want to laugh, but the absolute perfection of this gift being a coincidence stuns me.
“It’s because we share a nickname. I’m Aloo, you’re Spuddy,” she explains, nodding in the hope that I’ll contribute something to this conversation.
“But also because you brought a lot of positivity to my life. And I wanted to make you laugh,” she rambles, anxiety coloring her tone.
“And considering what we talked about today, maybe it can be your reminder that it’s okay to not have a good day. ”
I say nothing, still processing how Alia effortlessly fills a need I can’t put in words.
“I’m sorry, it’s too weird. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
She reaches for it just as I yank it away.
“It’s mine. You gave it to me, you can’t have it back.” I love it. I’m going to carry this with me all the fucking time. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” I coo at the ugly little thing, babbling gibberish at it like it’s a one-eyed, mutant pup about to come to life. “Yes, you are. Good girl!”
“What’re you doing?” she snorts.
I drop a dramatic smack onto the toy before pocketing it.
“Kissing my Aloo.” I mean it exactly how it sounds and I know she understands it because she blushes. Her pink tongue sneaks out to wet her lips.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to—” her eyes drop to my mouth— “kiss your Aloo,” she finishes huskily.
I step closer just as she shuffles back, ’til she’s flush against the car’s hood. I lean in, caging her between my arms. She doesn’t look scared or unsure. If anything, her gaze searches my face before dipping down to my lips again.
“May I?” I ask, my voice rough with want. “May I kiss my Aloo?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
I drop a gentle peck, then another, a titillating dance that has her chasing my lips with hers. Her hands crawl up my body, the heat of her palms searing me through the weave of the dress shirt I’m wearing.
“Do I get to thank you for my gift?” I murmur, too addicted to her taste to stop kissing her.
“How?”
She inhales sharply when I trace the seam of her leggings over her pussy with one finger, tapping right where I can feel her heat. A quiet oh is the only sound she makes when I press in gently, rubbing up and down along the stitched line.
“If you want, I’ll behave and take you home right now,” I gruff. “If not, let me do what I’ve been dreaming of and taste you.”
“Please,” she replies without an ounce of hesitation. “Yes.”
Her whispered answer is my salvation.
Hooking my fingers into her waistband, I roll her leggings down. She shivers but doesn’t complain as she steps out of them. If she’s burning like I am, she won’t feel the nip of the sea breeze.
I run my nose down her covered pussy, breathing in the tangy scent of her arousal.
It never gets old, seeing evidence of how I affect her.
It makes me feel ten-fucking-feet tall that I get her like this: soft, sweet, trusting.
Enough that she’s letting me peel her clothes off in the open, knowing I’d never let anyone else see her like this.
A growl rumbles within my chest at the thought.
Fuck, no. No one but me gets this part of her.
“Cal,” she whispers, her voice strained. “Please. It’s been so long.”
I look up to find her staring back, her pupils blown, starving for my mouth on her cunt. I want to wreck her so badly she can’t even think of anyone else except me.
“Did you touch yourself while I was away?”
She nods.
“Did you think of me?” I ask, licking up the inside of one satiny thigh.
“Every time,” she moans, her fingers sweeping my hair back like she needs to have an unobstructed view of what I’m doing to her. I curve my hands and run them up and down the backs of her thighs, feeling her muscles tremble under my touch.
“Like seeing me on my knees for you, gorgeous?” I tease, drawing the gusset of her panties aside to expose her.
“Y-yes,” she gasps, moaning when I spit on the closed seam of her pussy, rubbing it in with my thumb. Her breath hitches when I press a gentle kiss right over her mound, nuzzling down the side where her thigh creases into her core.
“Good,” I rasp. “No one else I’d rather be on my knees for.”
Before either one of us can process my possessive declaration, I turn her away and pull her hips toward me, forcing her to place her hands on the hood.
“Bend over and open those legs wide,” I order.
Her brown pussy glistens, swollen and sopping wet as I run the tip of my finger along her slit.
I torment her with gentle strokes, taking my time to coax the arousal from her willing body.
With an impatient noise, she pushes back against my hands, making me break out in a wicked grin.
I blow air right onto her dripping center, causing a shiver to wrack her.
Her squirms turn into breathy little hiccups when I part her with my thumbs and plunge my tongue in so deep, her inner walls clench around me.
I lick into her like a ravenous beast feasting on her honey.
Again and again, I fuck her with my tongue, giving her a preview of all the filthy and delicious ways I’d pleasure her body before feeding her my cock.
It won’t be much longer. She’s eager for me, less inhibited than when she came to me in Vegas.
I’m certain we’re going to find ourselves in my bed with my dick buried inside her very soon.
I’m leaking in my pants at the mere thought, the musky taste of her on my tongue making me groan in satisfaction.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven, baby.”
“Cal,” she whimpers softly. I know that tone. She’s begging me to let her come. I’m so close to flooding my pants I know I can’t drag this out much longer even if I want to. I spin her to face me. Hooking my arms under her thighs, I throw both her legs over my shoulders and rise.
“Oh! Cal, I can’t—” She slides up the hood, forced to find her balance while I return my lips to her.
I flatten my tongue on her clit, letting it pulse against me like a hummingbird fighting for its life.
Drawing that tight little bud into my mouth, I suckle her, making her cry out, the night air carrying my name down the cliff edge.
My brain forms an image of how she must look, lying on the hood of my car, my face buried deep in her cunt and her hands pulling my hair while I have my fill of her. I release my straining cock from my pants, tugging and rubbing as I lean over and kiss Alia on the mouth.
“Open your eyes. I want you looking at the stars when you come on my face.” With that command, I drop down and close my lips over her clit again, slipping two fingers deep into her to hit that spot, the one which gets her to melt right below me.
Another long suckle, a quick graze of my teeth, and an intentional press of my fingers into that rough strip within the front wall of her pussy, and I’m rewarded with a telltale tremor as she succumbs to an orgasm.
With my mouth on the most intimate part of her, Alia unravels for me so beautifully that I’m powerless to hold back from falling apart with her. I stroke my cock to the rhythm of her whimpers, rubbing faster and faster until I spill on the ground below me.
My knees shake when I pull myself to a stand and hover over her.
“Open up, baby,” I gruff. Gripping her chin, I draw her swollen lips apart and slip my cum-stained fingers into her mouth. She sucks instinctively, her dark eyes shining under the moonlight when she tastes me.
It’s only when she swallows that I smirk and say, “Thank you.”