24. Cole
Cole
Callie’s couch wasn’t exactly easy on my back or hips or anything else.
I was pretty sure it was just a sheet thrown over a stack of rocks.
That wasn’t the reason I couldn’t sleep, though.
I couldn’t sleep because the woman I’d been obsessing over for weeks and weeks was less than thirty feet from me, maybe even sleeping naked, in her bed.
I could still feel her grinding her hot cunt on me and no matter what I thought about, my dick refused to relax.
I shifted to my side and groaned. A better man would’ve gone home.
He would’ve accepted that the woman he wanted wasn’t able to want him back and he would’ve slept in his own bed.
He might’ve even closed his eyes and gone to sleep.
The idea of leaving after that kiss wasn’t one I could entertain, though.
Walking away from Callie felt impossible.
I didn’t understand myself. I wasn’t a man who did things lightly.
Years of being a soldier had left me hardened against everything except Noah and my friends.
Until her. The moment I’d spotted her at the retreat, I’d known there was something about her.
She was like a drug and I didn’t want rehab. I wanted more and more hits of her.
Something was digging into my side from between the cushions so I reached down and grabbed it, just to pull out a butterknife. I sat up and stared at it in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
A door opened down the hallway and Callie’s soft footsteps came closer. “Did you say something?”
I rubbed my eyes, unsure if I was dreaming or not. She was standing there, wearing just an oversized t-shirt, looking like an angel dressed in temptation. “I found a butterknife in your cushions.”
“I can’t sleep.” She pressed her thighs together and curled her toes into the floor. “Can you?”
We were ignoring the butterknife, I guessed. “Nope.”
She took a step closer. “I think I’m going to watch TV in bed…if you want to join me.”
I was on my feet and across the room so fast that it should’ve been embarrassing but I didn’t give a shit if she knew I was desperate for her. I took her hand and pulled her down the hallway and into her room. “TV sounds good.”
She closed the door and leaned against it. The lock clicking might as well have been a gunshot, it was so loud in the silent room. “We’ll have to keep the volume down so the kids don’t hear…”
I backed up until I found her bed and then sat down heavily.
If I was misreading her and she just wanted to watch TV, my balls were going to fall off and die.
A single glance around the room showed no TV, though.
My dick throbbed, eager to find out exactly what she wanted, if not TV. “Not a problem.”
She slowly moved over to me and stood between my knees. “Just once…”
I wasn’t agreeing to that. I gripped her hips and pulled her even closer. With her tits right there I couldn’t help burying my face between them and groaning. “Fuck.”
She gasped when I suddenly picked her up and settled her over my thigh.
She gripped my shoulders to stay steady but quickly her hands went limp when she felt the pressure riding one of my thighs could give her, and just where she needed it.
Her head tipped back as her back arched into me. “Just…once…”
I hungrily kissed and bit her throat and chest, only stopping when her shirt pissed me off enough to make me pull back to shove it up around her shoulders.
Seeing her breasts bounce, bare and free, so close to my mouth left me feeling almost delirious for a moment.
I’d never seen tits more perfect in my life.
Her nipples, tiny and pink, begged for attention and I was a man possessed for them.
I wrapped my arm around her back to support her and then I gave myself the best present ever.
I sucked first one and then the other nipple into my mouth and sucked at each one until I heard her whimper.
I could feel her wetness seeping through my jeans and I knew neither of us were going to last very long. “Fuck, Callie.”
She dragged my mouth up to hers and hesitated right before kissing me. “Are you sure?”
I flipped her onto her back and stared down at her while pressing my erection into her core so she’d feel just how sure I was. “Fuck yes, Cupcake. I’m dying here.”
Her eyes flashed with excitement. “You have too many clothes on.”
I kissed her hard enough that I knew her lips would be swollen after but I couldn’t stop myself.
Everything I did to her made me want to leave some kind of sign that I’d done it.
I wanted evidence left behind that she’d have to look at and remember me by.
When I felt her hands wrestling with my shirt I sat up long enough to rip it over my head.
It landed somewhere across the room but I didn’t stop to notice because Callie already had her hands on my jeans, fighting with the button.
“Your clothes have no right to be this difficult.” She gave up and grabbed the hem of her shirt. With some wiggling she had it up and off in two seconds flat. She was naked except for a pair of soaked white panties. “See how easy that was?”
I let out a groan of pain from the deepest part of my being before sliding off the bed and dragging her to the edge so I could bury my face against that wet fabric.
Her smell was so uniquely her that getting another hit of it after so long made me feel ten feet tall.
Looking up at her, I held her gaze as I licked her through the material.
Her eyes fluttered but she stayed up on her elbows so she could watch. Her hands twisted in her blanket as she opened her legs wider for me.
“I remember you being a screamer for good head, baby.” I smirked at her as I peeled those panties down her thighs and balled them up.
Leaning over her, I held them in front of her mouth and raised my brows.
“I’m planning on eating you like my favorite meal, sweetheart, so you’d better open those pretty lips and stuff that mouth full. ”
The smile she met me with was so far from the sweet teacher that precum stained my boxers. “I’d love to stuff my mouth full…of you.”
My brain buzzed with need but I ignored it and pushed the panties past her lips. “Hold those tight. Don’t make a sound.”