Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
ASH
Her words trigger me into action. I pick her up, striding towards the path. It’s amazing how walking across the sand with Cal is my arms is no longer a problem. Determination has that effect on me.
“We’re good to go back to yours, right?”
“Absolutely, but you don’t have to carry me all the way,”
“Oh, I fucking do. I need to get you back quick; this won’t wait.”
“Promises, promises,” she purrs.
The atmosphere is electrically charged. It could be the heat between us, or maybe the warm night, but my skin is on fire with anticipation. I’m so focused on getting her back, I increase the pace of my stride, arriving at her terraced home in double-quick time.
“Key,” is all I say when we reach the door.
“Shame I don’t get to rummage in your pockets again,” she teases as I set her down, grinning at her comment. I know exactly the moment she’s referring to. She reaches in her own pocket, producing a single key.
“Spoilsport,” I smile. “I’d have been happy to rummage around in your pocket if you’d let me.”
Cal huffs out a gentle giggle while slipping the key in the lock and I stand behind with my hands on her hips. Once the door is open, she turns around, places her hands either side of my face and snatches a kiss. Then she finds my fingers, lacing them with hers and pulls me through the door.
We kick off our shoes in the hall before entering the kitchen.
She walks backwards, her hips swaying, her lips curved to one side.
Her back hits the counter, and she pushes herself up to sit on the side, legs open.
I take my place between them, pulling her slightly forward.
My mouth is drawn to her neck where my senses absorb her soft flowery scent.
I work my way up to her lips and capture her swollen bottom lip with my teeth, adding just a little pressure.
Cal pulls back, fighting to get my black t-shirt off, throwing it to the side.
Then she starts on my jeans, pulling at the belt, then the button underneath.
From the way she undresses me; hurried and impatient, I understand how she wants me. Quick and dirty.
My hands are all over her silky skin. Her cut-off t-shirt affords me the pleasure of running my hands over her stomach.
I lift her a little, pulling down the top of her white jeans along with her underwear.
She isn’t as fast as I am with my hands, and I drag her jeans down before she’s finished undoing my buttons.
Cal follows my lead, jumping down from the counter then pulling my jeans and boxers down together.
They fall to my ankles, so I duck down and pull them off completely, grabbing a condom from a pocket while I’m there.
“Holy shit,” I hear Cal whisper. She is sat back on the counter, her eyes fixed towards my hard-on.
“Don’t looked so surprised. You’ve seen it all before.”
“Not from this angle,” she says, lust blazing in her eyes.
Then I notice as I look up, still in between her legs, the sweetest sight waits for me.
Cal’s back arches and the sound of her heavy breaths drive me wild.
There’s a playful look to her beautiful face while I slowly run my hands from her ankles up to her thighs.
Cal watches my every move, and when I reach just below her centre, her breath hitches.
It’s wrong to keep her waiting, but the anticipation of tasting her turns me on as much as the act itself.
Her hooded eyes coax me to dive between her legs and lick her centre.
She tastes sweeter than I ever imagined; I can’t get enough.
I taste her over and over, sucking every gorgeous ounce.
When my fingers join the party and slowly enter her, Cal gasps for air, the sound making me grin briefly.
I don’t know if she feels how much satisfaction I get from that one tiny move, but she gets her own back.
On a breath, she rises, taking her top over her head.
Cal unclips her bra, throwing it to one side.
Fuck. The sight of her perfect breasts steals my attention from every other part of her body.
She smirks at the shift in my focus and signals with her curled finger, “I want you with me—when I come.”
I stand up fully, making a real show out of slowly slipping the condom over my length, back and forth.
I take a few steps forward, reaching for Cal’s incredible breasts, soft and full, while her hands wrap around my arse.
When she pulls me close, I have to rise up on my feet a little.
I’m soon inside her, and in those first few moments, it takes all my self-will not to come there and then.
We fall into a soft, comfortable rhythm while our eyes lock.
Our connection is off the scale as I drive into her, deep and slow.
Her hands grip my shoulders at first, then run around to my front and down my chest. Our position feels so much more intimate than any other time before.
Despite our fevered start, Cal’s body language indicates she’s changed her mind on the quick and dirty.
She wants to savour every moment, and so do I.
I dip my finger between us; running it over her clit while I increase the pace of each thrust. My skin is on fire, hot and heavy with every stroke and the growl leaving my mouth is primal.
Cal is amazing. Cal is amazing. She moves to her own rhythm, giving herself to me so completely, freeing her body of any restrictions. I can hardly believe she’s mine. Now I know how she feels about me, this moment is all the sweeter, intense and beautiful.
While inside her, she contracts against me.
It’s a fucking unbelievable sensation, which only intensifies with every movement between us.
Cal’s grinding motion shows she needs more friction from my fingers, so I lift her from the counter and carry her to the kitchen table.
I lay her down, part her legs again and slide into her core.
Her beautiful body arches, as if she’s aching for my touch, so, as slow as I’m able, I brush a single finger lightly over her soft breast, then down to her navel.
Cal begs, “I need you, Ash,” and I can tell she’s aching for my finger to find its way to where she needs me most. I don’t disappoint, and we take only seconds to find our rhythm, although this position has caused a shift.
I go deeper, as deep as I can get. My body burns, her fingernails dig into my shoulders and she cries out.
Internally, she squeezes around my length and, holy fuck, this unbelievable wave of pleasure washes over me, surging through my body. Holy shit, I’ve never come so hard.
I’m not sure at what point during the early hours of the morning we make it to her living room, but we’re now nestled against a mound of fluffy cushions, buck naked.
Cal snuggles into my side. Her head rests against my chest, and I’m only just managing to stay awake after our third round of lovemaking when I hear her hum.
“You okay?” I open one eye, to find her staring up at me with a cautious smile on her lips. “Just thinking.”
“About?”
“My outburst earlier. I’m sorry Ash, it’s so unlike me.”
“What is?”
Cal looks away, unable to meet my eyes. “Falling in love. I hope you don’t think I’m turning into one of those nutty, possessive girls. I didn’t mean to be so full-on.” She rolls over on her front, one palm flat against my chest where she rests her chin, the other arm draped across my body.
“Don’t ever be sorry for loving me, Cal.”
“For that, I’ll never be sorry. It’s the stupid crap I do with my new-found insecurity I’m worried about.”
“This is new for the both of us, you’re not on your own. Just promise, whatever happens, we keep talking.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it.”
“I know you do.” Cal slides her body over mine. My fingers comb into her hair, reaching the back of her head; making it easier for me to bring her towards me. I devour her mouth as if she were the last thing on the menu, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth, then going in for a second round.
When I’ve thoroughly kissed the shit out of her, I slump back against the cushions.
She slides onto her side and the need to touch her overtakes me.
I curl my arm around her, brushing the curve of her shoulders with my fingertips.
She fits just under my jaw, resting her head underneath.
I stare towards the ceiling, thinking about how things could not be any better than they are right now.
I’m in love with Cal, she’s in love with me and to top it off, we’re playing Braebeach festival.
This is a childhood dream come true. A dream I then realise, I’ve yet to share with Cal.
“Jesus, what with everything going on, there’s something I haven’t told you.”
“Please say something good.” Shifting herself up, her elbow to the floor, head resting on her hand, she waits with raised brows and a beautiful smile. “I’m all ears.”
I move onto my side in a similar position, so I’m facing her. “Let me ask you a question. What is the ultimate gig for any Braebeach band to play?”
Her eyes go wide. “Oh my God, you’re playing the festival?” She almost squeals.
Now I raise my brows while her face explodes with pure joy. “Holy shit! No way!”
My stupid arse grin says it all. “Jesus Ash, this is huge! Why didn’t you tell me before?”
My fingers dance from her shoulder, over her skin and down her arm. I huff out a laugh. “We kind of got caught up with a few things.”
Laying on her back, looking up to me, her eyes sparkle. “I can’t believe it.”
“It’s only the Freedom stage, not the Rainbow—”
“Oh my fucking God, you’re kidding! That’s incredible, Ash, come on. How many amazing acts have you seen on that stage? Stereophonics, Kasabian and I’m pretty sure The Stone Roses played there back in the day! It’s the gig where so many bands got their big break!”
“I’m pretty stoked Cal, I can’t lie.”
“So you should be.” Her hands cup each side of my face, “I’m so proud of you, Ash.”
“Thanks, but I didn’t do this on my own. The rest of the guys worked hard for it too.”
“I don’t doubt that, but you’re selling yourself short as always. You put the band together.” She inches closer. “You write the songs.” Her tiny delicate nose dances with mine. “And a potential eighty thousand people will sing along with your voice when you grace the stage at Brae Fest.”
“Jesus Cal, don’t over-hype it. The entire festival capacity is eighty thousand, and they won’t all be rushing to watch us play, I can promise you.”
Calla’s cheek glides against mine, her breath blows over my skin, and her teeth graze my ear.
“Why not? You’ll be incredible. You always are.”
Why is it, when she drops her voice like that, my heart beats a little faster? “You’re biased.”
“Truthful. I like that word better and you have to get used to it. In fact, there are a lot of things you need to get used to. We don’t have long before I go back to university and you start your new Rockstar lifestyle. We’re not going to see much of each other for a while.”
“It will be hard Cal, I’m not disputing that, but at least we’ll both be busy. You have your course, and from what Dani said, we won’t have a minute to sit around doing nothing. It’s gonna be hard, but you’re worth waiting for.”
She blushes. “And you’re not? Ash, don’t you see how amazing you are? I can’t wait for you to share your musical talent with Brae Fest and the rest of the world. You’re one in a million.”
Her belief in the band knocks me off my feet. Her belief in me makes me want to shout from every rooftop. This girl is amazing; her enthusiasm is infectious, and this is exactly why, I can’t ever let her go.