Chapter Thirty-Two Callum #2
I could picture it—him in the corner with my mom, his arms wrapped around her waist as they watched us dance around the store to the Monster Mash.
Jane and Atticus would still sit out on the dancing, staying in their own little quiet world together.
Parker and Tonya would still be doing those awful robot dances that make us laugh till our stomachs hurt.
I would still be gently twirling Sophie around, her standing on my booted feet while I guided us, holding her close and inhaling her marshmallow scent.
My dad would have loved Sophie. He would have clapped me on the back and told me he was proud of me, like he always used to, and would have told me to hang onto that girl.
I miss him, especially today. But when I looked over earlier and saw my mom smile softly toward the empty chair beside her, murmuring under her breath like she was speaking to someone no one else could see. .. I knew he was here. In some way.
All in all, this is the best birthday of my life.
Because of the woman in my arms.
Gently cupping Sophie's cheek, I brush my thumb against her soft lips and wipe a stray bit of chocolate smudged there. Licking it off my thumb, I see her pupils dilate, and she grins, leaning over to place the pint of ice cream on the side table.
She kisses me once before sliding from my lap, grabbing one of the throw pillows, and plopping it on the ground. I'm about to ask what she's doing when she kneels on the pillow, and my brain goes blank.
Oh.
"Can I suck your cock, Callum?"
"Jesus," I gasp out, feeling said appendage jump in my pants at her question, like it's answering with a resounding YES. "I... yeah, if you want to..."
"Oh, I want," Sophie bites her bottom lip as her hands trail up and down my thighs slowly. She undoes my belt, then the button of my jeans, and finally reaches the bottom of my shirt. "Can I see you?"
Nodding, I reach back and pull my shirt off.
Sophie's eyelids go a little heavy when my torso is revealed, which only makes pride swell through me.
I'm not as cut as some other guys; I carry a little more weight in my chest and some padding on my belly—thanks to April's sweets and my love of ice cream, and now Sophie's banana bread, which has become an addiction.
But Sophie's eyes had gone hazy when she first saw me without my shirt. She called me handsome.
Mine. I had almost completely lost my mind at that word.
With her pink-painted fingers, she reaches up and traces my chest, running her hands through the hair on it, then moves to my stomach, making me clench my core.
My girl's hands are always a little bit cold, but her touch feels like it's burning me in the best way.
She reaches for my jeans, and I stand up, allowing her to pull down my jeans and boxers, my hard-as-nails cock springing free. There's a brief moment of being self-conscious, hoping that she likes what she sees, but it all goes away when I get a good look at the expression on her face.
"Oh..." Sophie says, her voice breathless and awed. She reaches up to my hips and gently pushes, silently telling me to sit back down.
"What?" I ask, once I'm settled back on the couch.
"It's..." she swallows, meeting my eyes once more and smiling that sexy little grin. "Just... I'm a lucky girl."
I scoff and shake my head, the image of her naked body filling my mind again. "I'm pretty sure I'm the lucky one, baby."
"Hmm... I'd say we're both pretty lucky then," Sophie says, gently grasping me with her hand and then stroking up and down. My head drops back from the feeling, and I groan as her grip tightens slightly. Her movements are slow, slightly twisting at the top, and I feel my breathing start to quicken.
"Oh, God," I breathe out, before looking back at her.
Right as our eyes make contact again, she smiles and drops her head, taking me into her mouth.
My fists clench on the couch next to me, and I have to grit my teeth, the pleasant sensations radiating down to my toes as she raises and lowers her head, sucking and licking.
"Fuck... Sophie..." I choke out, reaching out to gently touch her cheek, trailing my fingers down to the back of her neck.
I don't want to grab at her scalp, knowing how tender it can get.
She makes eye contact with me again, and the sight of my cock in her mouth while those beautiful blue-green eyes look at me. "That feels amazing, sweet girl."
"Has anyone ever done this before?" she asks, popping off and licking her lips, still stroking up and down.
The wetness from her mouth allows her to stroke me easily.
I shake my head at her question. I mainly had just done hand stuff and then penetrative sex with my exes.
And those experiences don't even come close to what I'm feeling right now.
Sophie smiles at this, "Good. I'm glad I'm the first."
She licks the underside and swirls her tongue around the sensitive part up top, causing my hips to jerk. She smiles, wraps her lips around the tip, and sucks while continuing to stroke me. When she starts moving her head up and down again in motion with her hand, I know I'm done for.
"Sophie... I'm..." I start to warn her, to pull off if she wants, but she shakes her head.
"Mouth," the word is garbled, and that's all the permission I need.
My body tenses, and I gasp out as the orgasm hits me like a punch, "Sophie, baby—"
She hums around my cock as she swallows, slowing down her ministrations and swirling her tongue around me. I'm so sensitive that it causes my hips and legs to spasm as she slows and slows until she stops completely.
I sit there, too relaxed and boneless to move, as Sophie smiles like she's proud of herself. She moves to sit next to me, cuddling into my side.
Once I finally catch my breath, I turn to her and cup her face, pulling her mouth to mine, but she stops before we connect. "Do you want me to go brush my teeth?"
"Uh... no?" I frown at the question, but she shrugs.
"Some guys don't—"
I close the distance and murmur against her lips, "I don't care."
And I don't. Not when it's her lips I have the opportunity to kiss. Our tongues meet, and she hums against my mouth as I pull her into my lap with ease. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I let my hands wander her beautiful body.
When I flip us over so she's reclining back against the couch cushions, she frowns when I pull my pants back on and reach for hers. "Callum, this was about you," she shakes her head, reaching her hand out to stop my hands. "It's your birthday."
I shake my head immediately, "I don't want you to think this is about tit-for-tat. You did that because you wanted to, right?" When she nods, I gently tug at her pants. "I'm doing this because I want to. Now, let me make my sweet girl come."
Sophie smiles and lifts her hips so I can slide her bottoms and underwear off, and my mouth waters at the sight of her, pretty and glistening. Fuck. I move up to kiss her deeply, and she moans right into my mouth.
Gently, I trail my right hand down her body and brush along her pussy, groaning at the slick heat. "Christ... all this from sucking my cock?"
Biting her lip, she nods, spreading her legs even wider for me. "Mhm..." she moans before she gasps and arches her back when I brush my fingers against her clit.
Our mouths brush together once more as I circle her clit twice with my fingers before sitting back and kneeling on the floor, sucking her juices from my fingers.
"You're so damn sweet, Sophie," I whisper as she spreads her legs for me. I run my hands up and down her soft inner thighs and lean forward, my mouth salivating already. I lick her slowly at first, brushing my tongue between her lips and up to her clit.
"Callum," Sophie gasps and slides her fingers into my hair, tugging.
I keep my pace, licking her slowly, gentle little laps that pull the sweetest moans from her mouth.
She looks down at me, our eyes making contact as she watches my mouth on her.
Her voice is a whine when she tells me, "Your mouth feels so good. "
Christ, I can feel my cock hardening once more. The combination of those noises she's making and the taste of her has my fingers clenching on her thighs. I had read about this, over and over, and the practice makes sense in theory, but the practical was nerve-racking.
Thankfully, Sophie's so expressive and vocal that it was easy to follow the guidelines of her moans and gasps. Hearing her directions, her telling me exactly what she liked, was a huge turn-on. So I keep at it, remembering what she said, and falling into pleasuring her.
"I'm so close," Sophie cries out, rocking her hips against my mouth. I moan out against her, the vibration on her clit sends her right over the edge. "Oh, fuck! Callum!"
I've gotten to know multiple versions of Sophie, and all are beautiful to me.
Sophie, when she first wakes up and her face is a little puffy and pouty until she gets her morning coffee.
Sophie wearing a large hoodie, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks featuring various animals and food items. Sophie dressed up, wearing makeup that makes her skin glow, and red lips that I'm unable to resist kissing.
Sophie with hair. Sophie with no hair. Sleepy Sophie. Happy Sophie.
This one? Sophie, looking like a damn goddess, while moaning my name as she comes on my face?
It's definitely one of my favorites.
I lick her through her orgasm and pull her into my lap after, holding her there as our breathing evens out.
After a couple of moments, she lifts her head to look me in the eye, her face flushed and a little sweaty, and so stunning. "So... how was your birthday, Mr. Rhodes?" she asks, her voice a little hoarse and husky.
Taking a deep breath, I pull her closer, gently cupping her face and kissing her.
"It was perfect, baby," I murmur truthfully, my voice a little thick as I think about this day. "You made it perfect."