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17.
Sebastian
I eye her building already knowing she’ll need to move. Callie won’t appreciate it, but this place simply won’t do.
She wasn’t lying before. It’s in the worst neighborhood, with drug dealers doing business at her doorstep. My car won't make it through the night in a place like this. I can’t believe a five-foot-nothing woman can.
The state of the building reflects the rest of the street. Decay and mess. The halls are dirty and there’s no intercom. People just come and go as they please.
I go up to the second floor, ready to lecture as I ring the doorbell.
She can come to the hotel with me, and we can think of something else later. Maybe we can get a place together. It doesn’t need to be full of luxury. I just want her to be safe and I can’t…
My thoughts are cut short when Callie opens the door and flings herself at me. Her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist. She’s quick. One second, I’m planning to pack her bags, the next I don’t want to ever leave the apartment.
When her lips are on mine, I groan, my hands firmly under her ass as I come inside and kick the door close. Callie giggles, taking my earlobe between her teeth.
“I still need to lock it. It doesn’t matter how hot your move was.” She tells me, wiggling away from my arms to grab the keys that she keeps on a hook beside the front door.
“Believe me, I know you need to lock it up.”
I can’t stop myself. She’s locking the door and I grab her hips and bring them to me. She bucks, turning the key as I rub her against myself.
“So, you love my place?” Her voice hitches.
“Love it. You have to move.”
I’m dead serious, but Callie laughs. With another pull, I rub her ass slowly on my cock and her chuckle disappears into a moan. She tries to swirl around to face me, but I take her hands in mine and place them on the door in front of her face. I secure both her wrists and her breathing catches.
“You live in a shithole, love.” I let her know.
“Some of us don’t get huge English Georgian houses for our eighteenth birthday.”
“If you only knew someone who has one of those English houses.” I squeeze her wrist for a second. “Keep those here.” My instructions leave no room for arguments as I move my hands down to her shoulders.
She’s wearing the smallest thermal top and those indecent denim shorts of hers. Bare feet and her toenails are painted light blue.
“You think I suck dick for money, Riggs?”
I bite her shoulder. “Not for money. Maybe for a roof.”
Her laugh is cracked, especially when I let my hands wander a little south. Taking her ass, her shapely legs, and then bringing them back up to her waist. I decide I’ve had too much of that top and I remove it. Callie unglues her hands from the door for just a second, but as soon as her top is off, she’s back in position.
“You’re such a good girl for me Calliope.” I tell her low in her ear.
Callie shakes beneath my palms, whimpering with praise.
“Can I turn?” she asks.
I move both my hands to her front, taking her tits in my palms, tugging her nipples as a simple word leaves my lips. “No.”
Her throat works, but she doesn’t move a muscle. I feel something coming over me. After months of not being in control of anything, I finally am.
I trace her neck with my nose, breathing her in as I bring one hand down her stomach to the button and zipper of her shorts. I tug them down along with her underwear, and I need a minute to process what’s in front of me.
She’s bent around the waist, her hands holding against the door and legs parted. I swallow a lump as I take in the small of her waist, the dimples on the base of her back. The perky ass and rounded hips. Callie is all perfection. Her body, her mind, her sense of humor. I need to hold myself back, not to pounce and devour her whole.
“Sebastian?” she calls for me.
“I’m here,” I reply, not taking my eyes off her.
“You’re freaking me out.”
I can’t help it. I chuckle. I get closer again, my hands gliding over her hot skin.
To see Callie Sosa every day when she’s forbidden, no man was ever so tortured. I refuse to think about that when she’s so deliciously naked in front of me. She’s so good at holding herself to the door like I told her to do.
I go down to my knees, her perfect ass just in front of my face. I take the leap and kiss her there, soft, almost a whisper, and Callie moans.
I do it again, so slowly, so softly that I know I’m making her crazy. It’s making me crazy too, but I want to keep playing.
I close my hands over her hips, bringing them back to me. I look up and see her hands still on the door as she supports her body like that.
“Open up for me, love.”
She sucks in a breath and obeys, putting her legs further apart. Callie is mine. That’s all there is to it. Nothing is getting in my way to keep her. They asked me to choose, and I did. I choose her every single day if I have to.
Callie brings her knees apart, but even then, I keep my hand in place over her ass. I draw circles over her skin, down her legs, and inside of her thighs. She moans and melts every time my thumb grazes her pussy.
“You’re happy torturing me?” she asks breathlessly.
“It’s not easy for me,” I confess.
“I don’t believe you.” She says over her shoulder, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Hold on there, Calliope,” I instruct. “Don’t you dare move your hands. Can you do that?”
She bobs her head up and down, eager.
I grip her hips. She has to open her legs even more to make space for me. She says my name, but I don’t give her much time.
I taste her pussy like I always wanted to do, she bucks trying to get out of my reach, but I keep her in place.
She tastes delicious, just as sweet as I thought she would. Her moans give me pleasure I didn't know was possible as I part her cheeks, gripping her ass.
I palm myself over my jeans, hard as a rock. I work on her quicker, she slaps the door releasing energy and her moans are so loud, I know the walls are too thin to contain them.
I want them all to know Callie is mine.
I take my cock out, stroking as I eat her out.
“Sebastian… oh god.” her voice is different now, softer outside the set.
“You taste so good. I'm pumping my cock, I couldn't wait.”
“Are you??” she moves, trying to have a look but I hold her in place. I'm not done with her and I'll never be done with us.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue at the same time I pump myself faster and faster.
And then I hear it, low and perfect, my name trapped in her mouth, and I’m renewed. She’s loud when she comes, sweetness right on my tongue.
I think of the ways I’m going to take her tonight. My mind promises forever, but my body can’t think of anything beyond the next five minutes.
I’m holding on by a thread, but she’s riding her orgasm and I need to hold her. I rise to my height to offer support, taking her body to mine. With a satisfied sigh, Callie slumps over my chest, her knees soft, and I chuckle.
I kiss her sweaty temple, my arm going around her waist. She looks edible like this, and I taste her shoulder, nipping it enough to earn a yelp from her. Then I curl my arm under her knees, lifting her.
“Now, please madam, direct me to your quarters.”
She has a three-room apartment. The sitting room and kitchen together, an open door to where I can see, is a bathroom, and another mysterious door to the left. I don’t need to be a genius to know door number two is the place to go.
“Oh, kind sir,” she starts even with her nose buried in my neck. “Can you kindly bring me to the west wing?”
I scoff. “Your English accent is rubbish.”
She swats my chest. “Hey, mate, let’s get this hm—let’s get cracking… mate.”
I’m laughing when we enter her room, and I throw her on the bed. Even though I hate her building, I really like her little apartment. It’s small but perfect for her. I can see her personality in every corner, every piece of furniture.
“You’re still dressed,” she says.
“Outrageous.” I mock joining her.
I lay on my side, supported by my elbow, as she looks up at me with glassy eyes.
“It is.”
I kiss her because she’s beautiful and because I can. Her fingers find my shirt and she undoes one button at a time. Her lips are still locked on mine, her legs circle me, changing positions. My back hits the mattress as she straddles me.
When the last button is released, Callie’s hands travel over my chest as my hands find her legs, feeling her soft skin under my palms.
She’s breathtakingly gorgeous. Her brown hair falling over her face, her body over mine, and that smile. That goddamn perfect smile, and all that wit.
I hold her in place, coming up and taking a nipple between my lips. She cries out and I take the other.
“Ride me, Callie,” I tell her.
And she’s quick to follow that instruction, too.
My fly is open and it’s not difficult for her to take my cock into her small hands. I hiss when I feel her holding me, thinking nothing can be as good as this.
Then she sinks on my cock, my groan and her moan mixing together. Her blunt nails scratch my chest, her hips working us toward pleasure. Her tits bounce in front of me and I take one in my mouth, her hand bury into my hair when I do.
She tastes like mine, she moans my name so pretty. Her pussy is perfect around my cock.
I thought I lost myself in Callie but I understand now.
I finally found myself.
It is still dark outside and I wake up with my cock hard. Callie rubs her ass against me not realizing what she’s doing.
My fingers carve into her hips bringing her even closer. My cock slips between her thighs, her legs squeezing me hard, making my eyes roll to the back of my skull.
She’s vulnerable like this, rubbing against me in her sleep. I roll her nipple between my fingers and I swear she gasps.
I can’t take it anymore.
I bring two fingers to her clit, circling it slowly before I dip between her folds and I groan when I realize how wet she is. This woman is my dream come true. She’s perfect in every way and I can’t deny it.
My nose is buried in her neck, and I ride the high only her skin against mine can provide. It’s not enough though, it’s not even close.
“Callie, love.” I murmur.
She replies in a moan and I go back working on her clit. Her leg twitches, I chuckle and she’s finally waking up.
I lick her skin, savoring the damp saltiness for a moment and then I’m on my knees turning her around as her legs fall open. She breathes out in a dreamy way and I hold her knees up and a second later I’m inside her where I belong.
Her eyes are half opened and she grips to the sheets as I bury myself to the hilt.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you.”
“Oh god...” She moans so sweetly I’m renewed from the inside out.
Light comes slowly through the gaps of her window, golden sunlight strikes her skin.
When I come, she comes with me. Emotions roll into me, something different and stronger than I ever experienced. We belong together. I know it in my bones, my skin and my heart.
She cuddles into me, a relaxed smile on her lips and fuck, I know I can’t ever let her go.