40. Calvin
CALVIN
Iblink, unable to process exactly what’s standing in front of me.
No, not what. Who. And—
Fuck. She’s naked.
Naked and perfect, and mine.
All fucking mine.
“Sienna,” I breathe, unable to settle on where I want to look the most.
Her face and heated eyes, her perfect breasts with pretty, rosy-pink nipples, her soft, round belly, the flare of her hips, or the bare skin leading to heaven.
Everything is…it’s mind-blowing.
She’s exactly as I imagined her, only…a million times better.
“You’re…” I drag my eyes back up to hers so she can see the sincerity in my gaze. “Breathtaking.”
Her blush spreads to her chest, and it takes all my self-control not to lean forward and follow it with my lips before pulling those hard peaks into my mouth.
Later, a voice demands. Let her do her thing.
My fingers wrap around the edge of her couch, forcing myself to stay put.
She chews on her bottom lip, and for a few seconds, I think she’s going to change her mind.
As my lips part to tell her again that she doesn’t need to do anything, she sinks to her knees.
Oh Jesus.
My grip on the couch tightens until I’m white-knuckling it.
Sienna reaches out, and once I lift my ass from the couch, she gently slides my jeans and boxers over my hips.
Her breath catches as my dick springs free, hard and beyond ready for whatever comes next.
She stares at it, watching it jerk in desperation as precum beads the tip.
“You’re…that’s…wow.”
I can’t help but smirk. Oh yeah, there’s a reason I’m a cocky asshole.
“Darlin’,” I rasp, barely able to hold it together now we’ve got this far.
“Shit. I’m sorry. It’s just…that thing is distracting as hell.”
“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not,” I force through gritted teeth.
“Oh, it’s definitely a compliment,” she says before reaching out and wrapping her fingers around my shaft.
I jerk like I’ve been electrocuted. I probably should have opted to sit down for this.
One touch and I’m riding a fucking knife’s edge.
Slowly, she strokes me. Her eyes focused on my face, watching my reactions, learning what I like.
“You’re a fucking goddess, darlin’. So fucking hot down there on your knees for me. You feel how hard you make me?”
She nods.
“It’s all for you, darlin’. All of it.”
Her eyes drop to my cock as she drags her thumb over the head, collecting the precum.
My teeth grind as I fight to keep it together for a little longer.
It’s just a handjob, Keller.
But it’s not just anything.
It’s everything.
Everything I’ve been waiting for since I was a fucking teenager.
I shudder violently as she strokes me from root to tip.
“I’m already close,” I confess. “If you keep doing that, then—Oh, holy fuck,” I bark as she suddenly leads forward and licks me. “I’m gonna come,” I force out.
She smirks up at me before leaning in again and sucking the head of my cock into her hot little mouth.
Died and gone to heaven.
Despite wanting it to go on forever, there’s no way I can hold on that long.
“Sienna,” I rasp, my balls drawing up as she sucks on me like a popsicle. “I’m gonna come. If you don’t want—”
She takes me deeper, and I reach the point of no return. My cock jerks between her lips, and I unload on her tongue.
“Holy—” I reach up and wipe my brow with my forearm as she swallows and sits back, an accomplished smile playing on her lips.
“Good?” she asks nervously.
“Good? No, it wasn’t fucking good. It was fucking incredible. Darlin’, that was…fuck, I don’t even know.”
“Really?” Her blush returns before I reach down and help her up.
“Did you not just see how fast I blew? Embarrassingly fast.” She chuckles as I wrap my arms around her waist, pinning her against me. “Best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
“I don’t believe—” I slam my lips down on hers to stop her from arguing with me.
I know we’re going to have to talk about my past properly and just how many women have come and gone. But now is not the time. I have other, more pressing things on my mind.
“Ready for round two?” I ask when I finally pull my lips from hers.
“It’s okay, you don’t have—”
“I think you’ll find I do. That little taste wasn’t enough, darlin’. Not even fucking close. Go and lie down in front of the tree.”
She hesitates but eventually turns around, and I give her butt a little slap, making her shriek.
When she looks back over her shoulder, she has an excited twinkle in her eyes.
Even if I didn’t want to do this, which I really fucking do, there’s no way on Earth I could say no to that look. I’d give her anything for that look.
As she gets herself on the floor, I pull my boxers and jeans back up and saunter over.
Or at least, I attempt to saunter with a fucked-up leg.
I’m not sure my walk is as sexy as it could be.
Nor is the awkward way I lower myself. If Sienna cares, though, she doesn’t say anything; instead, she watches me with fire in her eyes.
“You’re gonna need to open your legs, darlin’,” I tease, once I’m balanced on my good knee.
She bites down on her bottom lip nervously before slowly sliding her feet across the carpet.
I hold her eyes, my teeth clenched so hard I’m not sure how I don’t chip one as I wait to ensure she’s comfortable. I can’t look down until she is, because if I do, I’m not sure how I’d stop.
I would, of course, but fuck, it would be painful.
“Good girl,” I muse when she settles, resting back on her elbows so she can see me.
Her chest is heaving, her nipples are hard, and I realize I still haven’t sucked on them.
Goddamn.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Pineapple,” she breathes, and finally, I let my eyes drop lower.
The second my gaze connects with her pussy, my mouth waters.
“That is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” I tell her honestly. “Tell me it’s mine.”
“Calvin,” she whimpers.
“Tell me, darlin’. I need to hear it.” I look up, holding eye contact so she can see how serious I am.
There’s a nervousness about her, but then she swallows, and it’s gone.
“It’s yours, Calvin. I’m yours.”
And that’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear.
I lean over her and suck one of her stiff nipples into my mouth. She cries out, arching her back, giving me more of her before I switch to the other side.
“Please,” she whimpers. “More. I need more.”
My eyes lock on hers. “Tell me what you need.”
“Your mouth. I need your mouth on me.”
“You just had it, darlin’. Did you like me sucking on these perfect tits?”
She nods. “Pussy, Calvin. I need your mouth on my pussy.”
Long before she’s finished talking, I’m on my stomach with my hands on her inner thighs, holding her open for me.
“Safe word?” I ask, letting my breath rush over her heated skin.
“P-Pineapple,” she stutters. “But I won’t need it. I trust yo—Calvin,” she screams as I latch onto her clit.
Her arms give out, and she falls onto the carpet with an oomph.
“Holy shit,” she gasps when I don’t release her for a few seconds. She reaches down, twisting her fingers in my hair. I panic for a moment that she’s about to try and pull me away, but I soon discover it’s the opposite.
I groan as I drop lower, teasing her entrance and letting her taste flood my mouth.
“So fucking sweet,” I moan against her, the deep vibrations of my voice making her shudder.
“Oh, my god. You’re…you’re too good at this.”
Her hips lift from the floor, searching for more.
“Whoa,” I warn, lifting off her for the first time. “You’re not the one in charge here, darlin’,” I state before laying my arm across her stomach to hold her in place.
“Jesus,” she grunts.
“Shush, I’m busy,” I tease before getting back to work.
In only minutes, she’s trembling in my hold, her hips trying to buck from the floor, but I’m too strong for her.
“Calvin, yes. I’m right there, please,” she pleads.
“I’ve got you, darlin’. You've got nothing to worry about.”
With my tongue focused on her clit, I push two fingers inside her.
Just like earlier, the way she sucks me in has me seeing stars, and this is just my fingers; I can only imagine how it’s going to feel when I get to slide my cock inside her.
Just the thought has me leaking in my boxers.
Fuck. This girl. This fucking girl.
Her grip on my hair tightens to the point I think she’s going to rip some out, but I embrace it. I’ve been dreaming of it for fifteen years, after all.
“Come for me, Sienna,” I command before circling her clit with my tongue and curling my fingers inside her to find that spot that’ll have her crashing into oblivion.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, and the second I latch onto her clit again, she lets go, crying out my name.
I work her through every second of it, gently licking at her and fucking her with my fingers until she relaxes, her eyes opening and finding mine.
“Hey,” she says sleepily.
Pulling my fingers from her, I sit up and make a show of cleaning them.
“Hi, darlin’. You enjoy that?”
She nods as if she’s incapable of using any other words.
Unable to stay on the floor any longer, I ease to my feet. I’m pretty sure I’ve got all the elegance of a baby giraffe, but Sienna is too blissed out to notice.
“You think your legs are going to work?” I ask, standing over her and holding my hand out. If things were different, I’d pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
Soon, I tell myself. As much as my recovery feels like it’s taken forever already, I know I’m making progress; I can feel it.
“No,” Sienna says, making me chuckle. “And I’m not even mad about it.”
“That’s a relief, because we’re going to be doing that again soon.”
A look of panic washes over her face. “Oh no, I don’t think I could go again.”
I can’t help but laugh at her. “I didn’t mean tonight. But just so you know, you could totally take more.”
Her panic quickly morphs into amusement.
“Oh, you think so, do you?”
“No, I don’t think, darlin’. I know so. Do you know what else I know?” She shakes her head. “You’d be begging for it as well.”
She opens her mouth to argue but must decide it’s pointless.
“I need to clean up,” she says finally.
“Be my guest. I’ll find something to watch and be waiting for you.”
“You don’t have to. If you’ve got something better to do, then …”
“Something better than hanging out with you? Puh-lease.”
She grabs my hoodie from where she abandoned it on the floor and holds it to her chest.
“Calvin,” she says quietly, her eyes dropping to the floor. “Don’t even try to pretend that you didn’t have a life before I moved in down here.”
“That might have been true before my injury, but in recent weeks, my life has pretty much been reduced to hiding in my apartment and drowning in my own misery.”
Her attention jumps back to my face, and I hate the deep frown that mars her forehead.
“B-but—”
“I lost a bit of myself the night I hit that that Vancouver brick wall. But finding you…you’ve helped me remember that there’s more to life than hockey.
I was festering upstairs, convincing myself that my time with the Vipers was over, that they’re going to trade me at the first opportunity because they’ve got Monroe now.
And that was the best of it. What if my knee doesn’t heal properly?
Then it wouldn’t just be my time with the Vipers that’s over, but my entire career.
Then what? Would I have to go back to Texas and finally live the life my family wants for me? ”
“No,” Sienna says forcefully, her hands coming up to rest on my chest, the hoodie cascading to the floor once again. “That’s not going to happen. This isn’t the end for you.”
“Hopefully not. But if it is, you give me hope that it’ll be okay.
Life isn’t over because I’m forced to play for another team with other players around me.
And if I have to start coaching, or scouting, or reporting, then so be it.
Hockey is my life. Even if I’m not playing, it’s always going to be a part of who I am. ”
“You’ll play for the Vipers again, Calvin. I know it. And when you do, I’ll be there in the crowd, proudly wearing your jersey.”
A wide smile spreads across my face.
“Yeah?” I ask, my heart racing a little too fast as I picture the image she’s painting.
“Of course. I’ll be there. I promise.”
Stepping forward, I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight.
I knew there was a reason I was waiting for her.