19. Ivy
Making you happy gives me the best feeling ever. Callum said things that were so romantic and sexy my head spun. His mouth was on me, his hands on my chest, and I was gonna burst.
“One thing I wanted to talk to you about,” he said, biting my bottom lip before going back to my nipples. He seemed to really like touching them, and after past guys had spent no time, I really liked his touch.
I had no idea I was so sensitive there. I kept jumping from how intense the sensation was. Part of my brain was still on high alert, saying THIS IS CALLUM touching you, but once that voice quieted, it was a magical, addictive feeling. My longest friend, someone who knew all about me, was touching me in such a sensual way and liking it.
I’d hooked up before, but my body had never burned up or reacted like this.
“You want to chat… now?” I whispered.
He flashed a grin before tweaking and sucking, twisting and teasing my nipples. I was so hot and so turned-on he had to know I wasn’t thinking straight. I squirmed, frowning at the pressure building between my thighs. It almost hurt.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He immediately stopped touching me and studied me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, embarrassment sweeping through me. “Uh, I’m so horny that it hurts.”
He smirked. “Ah, well, I can definitely help you there. He licked the corner of his lip as he stared between my thighs. “Can I take your shorts off?”
I nodded. “I’m not…wearing anything under.”
“Fuck.” His jaw flexed. “That’s so fucking hot, Ivy. I love learning these things about you. You don’t wear panties sometimes, and you like when I suck your pretty tits.” He inhaled deeply and met my eyes. “Promise me that it’s just you and me.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“If I’m going to take these shorts off—” He paused and ran his hands over my thighs, under the shorts but not close enough to touch my pussy “—then I can’t survive knowing you’re seeing other people.”
“Seeing other people?” I squeaked out.
“Yes.” His eyes darkened. “I’ll work harder to get you to be mine, but I can’t… taste you, hear you come if you’re not mine. I won’t…”
“Callum.” I sat up and cupped his face. It was wild to me that he needed reassurance here when he was the one with the reputation. “I’m with you. Just you. Only you. It’s always been you.”
He practically growled before cupping my head and attacking my mouth. This kiss was hard, faster. He nipped and sucked, and our teeth clashed. “You’re mine, Ivy Lee. All mine.”
“And am I just yours?”
“Let me show you.” His eyes flashed with heat before he spread my thighs and tugged the shorts down. “I don’t get on my knees for anyone, baby. Just you.” He sucked in a breath as he stared at my bare pussy, half a foot from his face. “Look at you. You’re so wet and pink and gorgeous. My god, Ivy.” He swallowed hard. “You’re dripping.”
“I told you I was turned on.” There wasn’t room to feel shame with how he stared at me. He made me feel beautiful, alive, his. I liked feeling this way. No guy ever stared at me like that, causing my breath to catch in my throat and my heart to pound.
He spread my folds with his thumb and swirled over the clit as his eyes met mine. The sensation of his finger touching my clit spread through me with a dull buzz, pleasure lingering just out of reach. “You’re all I think about. You’re all I want. You’re the only person to make me feel safe and invincible.” Callum spoke to me but neared my pussy. “I want you to feel as good as I did when I saw you after the game today.”
“Yeah?” My stomach fluttered. What did that mean to him, making me feel good? I swallowed, nervous and so ready to experience this side of him. Every time he touched me, it unblocked a repressed memory or want that I refused to think about all this time. Like the fact he had such long and strong fingers, or the way his breath danced along my inner thighs.
He nodded before he flicked my clit with his tongue. “Fuck, Ivy. Fuck you taste so amazing.”
I couldn’t believe this. Best moment of my life. I gripped Callum’s thick hair as he kneeled between my legs, licking my pussy and helping me chase an orgasm. He hummed against me, his own sounds of pleasure filtering through him eating me out. The sheets were cold as I writhed on top of the bed.
“I’ve dreamed about hearing you come,” he said. He gripped my thighs with each hand for a beat before he brought his hands between my legs. “I’ve fantasized about you coming on my face like this. Can you squeeze your thighs around my face?”
My gut tightened at his bold question. It felt so naughty, so intimate. I loved hearing him ask me.
“Wait, really?”
“Yes, baby. I’m obsessed with your strong-ass legs.” He sucked my clit and held eye contact with me. Hottest. Thing. Ever.
“Oh, oh my god.” Heat spread hard and fast, the burst of pleasure zapping me from my clit toward every nerve in my body. Callum grinned as he continued sucking my clit in a slow, perfect rhythm. He hummed, the vibration adding an extra sensation to the pleasure as I came hard. “Callum, yes, oh shit, yes, please.”
My head hung back, and I closed my eyes, my grip releasing as I floated. I saw stars as the orgasm went on and on. Callum never slowed or stopped, and it wasn’t until I finally leaned back that I could breathe.
“Wow,” I moaned, laughing.
I pushed up onto my elbows and found Callum staring at me with a transfixed, wild expression.
“Holy shit, Ivy.” He licked his lips and shook his head. “I can’t… I’m speechless. Come on my face again. Please. Show me this wasn’t a dream.”
“Not a dream.” I giggled.
His mouth hung open, like he was in disbelief, before he yanked my legs closer to him. “More. Please. I need more of you like that.”
“Callum—”
“Baby, I’ve known you for years. But seeing you like this? I am obsessed. Give me more. Let me be selfish.”
My heart galloped at this point. He was a dream. I craved seeing him. “I mean, if you insist…”
“I insist.” He licked his mouth again before burying his face between my thighs. He went slower this time, dragging out my pleasure as he slid a finger inside me. “You’re so warm and tight. Jesus, Ivy. I’m not gonna get enough of you. Ever.”
I couldn’t respond. With the way he thrust his finger and flattened his tongue against me, the second orgasm was already building. “I rarely orgasm twice. It usually takes me?—”
“You’ll come three times with me.” He bit my inner thigh before meeting my gaze. “We have a new rule, just you and me.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s called the three-to-one rule. You come three times for every one of mine.”
“There’s no way?—”
“Yes, there is. When I learn your body, what you like, I will make it my mission to give you pleasure. I love your body, baby, and I’m gonna love finding out every part of it. Now, be a good girl and let me hear you scream my name.”
Holy shit.
Callum was hot as hell in the bedroom. It was expected but also a surprise at the same time. For someone who was behind the scenes on the field, seeing him take charge and command my body was so hot. It was impressive, and I gulped at watching him, the urge to experience everything with him overtaking rational. What did he sound like when he came? Would his face twist with pleasure, or would he kiss me? I wanted to learn every single part of him too. I wanted him to fall apart in my hands, to become putty, just so I could make him feel good. Our dynamic was always so reciprocal, but to see it in the bedroom? It made me shiver.
My body burned up as the second orgasm hit me. Callum licked me through it, his soothing and deep voice with me the entire time. Had he ruined me for everyone else? Yes. Would anyone ever get me off with such care again? Probably not.
It was terrifying and wonderful.
He slid another finger inside, pumping me as he watched me with an expression I had never seen before. Lust. Love. Infatuation. It mirrored what I felt, and I bucked off the bed. My thighs trembled, and my throat ached as I moaned, “I’m coming again, oh my god.”
“Ride my fingers, Ivy.” His voice had gone so deep I barely recognized it. He was so sexy and touched me everywhere. “Keep your attention on me. I always wondered what color your eyes were when you came.”
“Fuck!” I cried out, trembling and shaking as I forced my eyes open. His lips parted as he watched me, his entire face attuned to me. There wasn’t time to feel nervous or embarrassed, not with how I felt and how he touched me and kissed my thighs. “Callum, that was amazing.”
“Mm, you’re not done yet either.” He kissed up my stomach, pausing on each nipple before stopping right above my mouth. I had never felt so desired or satisfied in my entire life. “Taste yourself on me. See how delicious you are.”
He didn’t wait before connecting our mouths, and I groaned as he lowered himself on me. He still wore pants, but his cock dug into me as he ground his hips. He cupped my face for a second before tugging the ponytail out of my hair. “Hair down.”
He visibly shuddered as he stared at my hair, now spread all over the bed. My heart thudded so damn hard, each breath barely coming out. He smelled so good, and he tasted like mint and me. “Gorgeous, Ivy. You are gorgeous.”
“I want you,” I whispered as I squirmed. With his body on top of me, heat built between my thighs again with a deep need. “I want to feel you, Callum.”
He sucked in a breath and rested his forehead against mine. “Baby, I didn’t bring a condom.”
“Were you not… didn’t you…?”
He kissed me and smiled. “I planned to pleasure you tonight. To show you that I am all about you. You asked me if I was yours? I’ve always been yours, Ivy.” He kissed my jaw. “You’ll feel me another time, okay?”
My face heated. “But what about you?”
“I love that you care, but pleasuring you gets me off. I swear.” He sucked my neck and rolled to the side, his fingers coming between my thighs again. “I owe you one more orgasm, I believe.”
“Callum,” I gasped, gripping the bedsheets as he thrust his fingers inside me again. His thumb traced my clit, and the building heat surfaced immediately. “I’ve never come three times before.”
His eyes lit up. “I love knowing I’ll get you there. Is this pace good? Is this what you like?”
He slowed down and pinched my clit. “Or do you like faster?”
“This, yes.” I closed my eyes and moaned. “This is crazy.”
“Me pleasuring you? Your body reacting to me? What’s crazy?” He nipped my earlobe and increased the pressure.
“All of this.” Pleasure took hold of me now. Words couldn’t happen. My body thrashed, and my legs trembled. The only sounds were my gasps and moans and my legs sliding against the sheet. “Callum.”
“Fuck, I love this.” His breath hit my face, but he just stared at me as I came down from the orgasm.
I was a noodle. My limbs were tingling and useless. “I’m drunk on you.”
“Good. Now you know how I feel.” He kissed my collarbone before saying, “God, I’m so hard.”
“I want to see you.” I regained some control and pushed up, so I sat on the bed. He’d shown me how he felt, and I wanted to explore him, learn the parts about him I couldn’t all these years. Callum lay next to me, but his eyes flashed. “Show me your cock, Callum.”
“Mm, I like hearing you say cock.” He smirked as he sat up and removed his pants before lying back on the bed. His cock was hard and thick and long. It jutted against his stomach, a perfect, beautiful cock.
“Wow,” I whispered, afraid to blink. He was magnificent. His light trail of hair led to his deep pelvic bones, then his massive cock waiting to be touched. My whole body shook from anticipation. What did he like?
Watching him stroke himself was straight out of a locked-up fantasy. His cock was huge and thick, and his hands barely covered it. I whimpered. “Can I touch you?”
“Fuck yes.”
I licked my lips, leaning over and taking his cock in my hands. He hissed as I pumped him. He was so hard and huge, wow. The feel of him in my hands made my mouth water. His muscles tensed all over his body as I stroked him. His abs tightened, and his jaw flexed. “You’re beautiful,” I said, feeling bold enough to play with his balls. Callum groaned and fisted the sheets.
“I’m yours,” he gritted out. “I’m not gonna last long, baby. Seeing your pretty hands on me is killing me.”
Yes. I wanted him putty in my hands. He said he belonged to me, and I wanted to earn that. I wasn’t full of tricks or wild enough to do something he probably never had, but I could please him in my way.
“Then I should taste you, hm?”
I slid onto my knees, each hand on either of his knees. I’d only done this with one guy before, a handful of times, but that didn’t compare to this in any way. My skin buzzed with the concept of seeing him unravel. He pushed up onto his elbows, and his eyes were so dark, so turned on as he looked down. “Ivy. If you put my cock in your mouth, I will die. Do you want to kill me?”
I winked. “Yeah, I kinda do.”
Then I licked his shaft. I had never felt more powerful. He growled as he gripped my hair in his fist, muttering my name over and over. I hollowed out my cheeks, my only aim to make him feel good. Callum was special—he knew how he looked. That wasn’t something to make him feel better. He needed compliments on his soul, on how he treated others. “I want to take care of you, like you do with me,” I whispered, bringing my hand into the process so I could cover his whole cock. He gripped my hair tighter.
“Yes, that’s it, Ivy Lee.” His chest heaved, and his breathing got louder. “Look at you on your knees. So pretty.”
My heart fluttered from his praise.
“Only for you.”
His eyes widened with pleasure.
His thighs were like freaking tree trunks, and I gripped them as I took him deeper. He increased my pace, using his hand.
I pulled off, wanting to be sexy and bossy to him.
“Fuck my mouth, Callum. Go as hard as you want.”
A deep guttural sound left his chest as he did just that. Gripping my head, he fucked my mouth as I sucked him. He didn’t last long. He stilled. “I’m gonna?—”
I nodded, not stopping.
I watched him. He said watching me come was amazing, but observing Callum fall apart was unreal. His face twisted as he moaned my name over and over, and his muscles somehow got thicker, harder. His hips thrust, his cock hitting the back of my throat as I swallowed him.
My ears rang, and my knee ached from putting pressure on it. I grinned despite the pain. “I like your come face.”
He cackled and helped me up. “You’re rid—hey, what’s wrong? You winced.”
“Oh, I’m amazing. Nothing is wrong.” My knee flared a little, and the pain caused me to cringe for one second. Of course, he saw.
Callum frowned, scanning me up and down before he hissed. “Your knee. You shouldn’t have been on them after walking all day. Fuck.” He scooped me up into his arms. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve realized?—”
“Don’t you dare. I can get on my knees for my boyfriend if I want to.”
“Okay, I love that entire sentence. Not sure if I like you being on your knees for me or you calling me your boyfriend more. Both.” He laughed but squeezed me against his chest. “Would a warm shower help?”
“Yeah, or ice. I was gonna find some before going to bed anyway.”
“No. I’ll get it.” He stared at me, his familiar face taking on a new expression. It was so wonderfully different to see this gentle, sensual side of him. He’d always helped me before, but this? It was next level, and I wanted to keep it forever. Whatever he was thinking showed on his face, and it made my heart swell. “Can I stay with you tonight?”
“And sneak out in the morning?”
He nodded. “Most of the guys will party and not come back, but as long as we are there for first check-in in the morning, we’ll be alright. No pressure, okay? I just… I’m so fucking selfish. I want more of you. I want to feel you sleep against me. I want to make sure your knee and arm are okay, and I have questions.”
Hearing him admit this made me feel cherished.
“Wow, well with an ask like that, how could I say no?” I grinned.
“You can always say no to me.” His voice turned serious. “This matters to me. You matter to me. Are we moving too fast?”
My pulse skipped a beat. “Do you think we are?”
He closed his eyes. “I need to know you’re okay with where we’re at. If spending the night is too serious, too fast, then I’ll leave.”
It was then that I noticed his nerves. I was so caught up in my own feelings that I hadn’t seen the signs. His jaw flexing, the questions… Callum was nervous. “Hey,” I said, cupping his jaw. “I’m exactly where I want to be with you. Stay with me.”
His relief was evident. “Okay, then let’s shower and then I’ll get you some ice. I want to hear about your afternoon at the stadium.”
“What’s there to hear?”
“Oh, I know you had a million thoughts and ideas.” He carried me to the bathroom and set me on the counter. I fucking loved it. He didn’t carry me because I was weak. Instead, it made me feel powerful that he cared so much about me to help.
It was weird how not weird it was that we were naked and chatting. We’d never been naked around each other, and now we were just gonna shower together. It almost made me giggle. Callum started the shower, his ass facing me, and his glutes were insane. So juicy and thick, and I stared. Totally checked him out. His calves and thighs were massive but toned and strong. I could trace the ripples of his muscles with a pen and run out of ink there were so many of them. I cleared my throat when he turned, and his cock was jutting out.
“Really?”
“Oh, this?” He glanced at his cock. “Ignore him. I’m realizing I’ve had some deep-seated fantasies with you that are resurfacing. Like us in the shower, me washing your damn hair, fucking you against a mirror. The usual.”
“Oh. The usual. Of course.” I snorted. “Can’t forget the mirror fuck.”
“Definitely not. It’d be hot though to watch yourself come on me. Mm, yeah, okay, I’m… let’s shower. Maybe it could be a cold one?”
I laughed. “No. Control yourself, O’Toole.”
“I can’t around you.” He walked up to me, his cock hitting his stomach as he helped me off the counter. “Hey, question.”
“Go for it.”
He helped me into the shower, even though I was more than capable. It was cute, and I enjoyed having him fret over me. No one else ever had.
“Here, let me.” He slid my glasses off my face and set them on the counter. Again, so thoughtful. He dragged us under the hot water, my chest pressed against his stomach as he circled his arms around me. “I promise there’s a reason I’m asking this, so don’t judge the start.”
“Great opener.”
He chuckled. “Can I wash your hair for you?”
“Sure.” I bit my lip as Callum lathered up his hands. This felt more intimate than coming with him. Somehow, his offer seemed heavier, more serious. My chest ached with longing, but I focused on the blurred lines around me. I couldn’t see anything without my glasses.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” He gently scrubbed my head, his deep voice right behind me. “Okay, I take it you’re not a virgin, and I sure as fuck am not asking about anyone you’ve been with. I couldn’t handle it. But have you ever hooked up with someone you really cared about?”
I thought about it. The two boyfriends I had lasted a few months. I slept with one, and it was good. Not…like Callum. Not even a little. I liked the guy. There were no butterflies or swooping stomachs, but I enjoyed him. “I had one boyfriend who I liked. It wasn’t serious at all, but I enjoyed spending time with him. So, kinda?”
“Okay, I hate him. Are you still friends? Wait, don’t tell me.” He dug his fingers into my scalp, and it felt amazing. “So you liked him and hooked up. Did it feel…like this?”
“Like me and you?” I spun, brushing any soap of my face as I faced Callum. I kissed his chest, right over his heart, and smiled. “No. If that’s what you’re asking, then no. I have never experienced or felt what we just did.”
He swallowed. “I haven’t either. Nothing has come close to this,” he whispered. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
His admission weaseled its way into my heart, rooting itself there where I could analyze it later. I didn’t want to hurt him, ever. He was precious and thoughtful and mine.
“Then don’t.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. “Can we get the soap out of my hair?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
We finished showering and hopped back into bed. Callum got me ice, and we found a movie to watch as Callum played with my hair. It was so natural and easy, like we’d been doing this for years. I fell asleep with his arms around me, content that this could really work. Maybe I had forgiven him entirely, and we could move forward again. When we were isolated in my room, away from the team, it seemed possible to make this work the next few months. I didn’t have to pick between my dream internship or my oldest friend and whatever we were doing. I could have both.
But we had to remain in secret. I just had to make sure no one found out about us until the internship was over.