Chapter 45
Best Friends
WES
Each of Callie’s wrists is zip-tied to a bedpost, and she’s spread out naked before me. Her legs are wide open, and her pussy is wet and glistening, even though I haven’t even touched it yet.
“Wes, come on,” she says, bucking her hips up toward me. “Touch me or I’m going to die.”
I stroke my bare cock, which is hard as fuck. She watches me and moans, rubbing her thighs together, her eyes glued to the motion of my hand.
“Soon, Calliope.” I release my dick and crawl up the bed toward her, reaching for the bowl from my nightstand and dipping my fingers into the sticky apple pie filling.
I drip some of the sweet filling down the center of her chest and over each nipple.
“I’m hungry for an appetizer before I have my main meal. First, you taste.”
I lift my fingers to her mouth and she opens immediately, sucking on each finger as if she’s starving.
I curse under my breath at the sight of her sucking, wishing it was my cock instead of my fingers.
When she’s licked them clean, I lower my face to the side of her right breast to catch the pie filling that’s threatening to drip onto the sheets. I lap up the sweet goo, dragging my tongue up the side of her breast and onto her nipple, which hardens into a tight peak.
“Fuck, Wes, that feels so good.” She bucks her hips against me, and I let myself press my cock against the inside of her thigh. I have to stop for a second and take a few deep breaths.
Making her feel good is my main purpose in life, today and every day. It’s been a week since we got rid of her scumbag husband, and every moment with Callie has been bliss. We’ve spent a lot of it here, in my bed, so there’s that.
I move to her other breast, taking her nipple in my mouth and teasing it with my tongue.
Callie is perfect for me, and I’d like to think I’m perfect for her. She accepts me exactly as I am. I know that’s not easy to do, and most women wouldn’t even try.
As I suck her nipple, I slowly slide a hand down her abdomen until I get to the center of her and drag a finger up her slick slit. She’s so fucking wet and ready for me, it’s all I can do to not bury my cock in her right now.
“Wesley, fuck, I love you so much.”
And as I smile with my mouth still locked on her tit, I continue stroking her pussy with one finger, ever so gently, while rubbing her clit with my thumb. I could do this all day long. I would, but she insists we eat regularly, and Noah badgers me to keep researching his target list.
It’s going to be harder to make sure both my brother and Callie are protected. But I’m up for it. I was made for it. Made for her.
I add a second finger and push both inside her, pulsing them slowly until I find the spot that makes Callie gasp and moan even louder.
Her chest is perfectly clean, so I lift my lips to her mouth, kissing her pleas away when I remove my fingers from inside her. I lick her juices off my fingers and groan at the taste of her.
“Fuck, Calliope, you taste so good.”
“You’re such a tease,” she whines, pulling her hands against the restraints and lifting her legs up to pull my hips down against her. “One day I’m going to tie you up and see how you feel.”
“That sounds hot as fuck.” My cock twitches and grows impossibly harder at the idea. “But for now, I’m in control.”
I drag my cock over her entrance, and we moan simultaneously. She’s too damn delicious, too tempting, too willing to let me do whatever I want to her. I can’t get enough.
I lower myself down, and Callie locks her ankles together behind my back, pulling me close so that the tip of my cock notches into her.
“Oh my god, Wes.” She moans so loudly I wonder if the animals are getting worried.
I push in further, barely able to form coherent thoughts, let alone voice them. All I can think about is how she feels. How I feel inside of her. We are the perfect fit. She can take all of me, every fucking inch, and the anticipation of it is delicious.
“You’re so tight, Calliope.”
“Stop messing around and fuck me before I die right here on your bed. And I don’t want to die in zip ties, so you better do it.”
I chuckle and push all the way in, so deep I might just get lost in her.
And I do what she tells me to, pulling out, then sliding back in slowly, the friction feeding the fire between us, then pausing when I bottom out. I do it again and lean down to give her a wet, sloppy kiss, and with the third thrust, she starts bucking against me, whimpering my name.
“Faster, harder, more, Wes,” she says, arching her back.
I do as I’m told and slam into her again and again until she cries out. I feed into her orgasm, pumping against her, milking every last wave of pleasure. And only when she’s almost done do I let myself come, filling her up until we’re both finished.
“That was amazing,” she whispers in my ear.
I lift my body so I don’t crush her, but can’t bring myself to slide out just yet. Inside her body is where I belong. Protecting her, loving her.
And if I stay here long enough, I’ll get hard again.
“You are amazing, Calliope.”
“Mmmm.” Her body is relaxed and limp beneath me, her smile soft as she stares up. I fucking love this woman. I lean down and trail kisses from the edge of her jaw into the crook of her neck and then nip at her breast, which is slightly sticky from the apple pie filling.
“The pie was a bit messy,” I note after running my tongue in a circle around her nipple.
“Worth it,” she says, shifting her hips beneath me. I reach down and slowly rub her clit, watching her eyes flutter shut. “Are you hard again, Wes?” she moans as I move my hips.
“Yes.” I reach up and grab the knife from my nightstand so I can cut each of the zip ties. Her eyes open as she lowers her arms and grips my waist. I flip us over until she’s on top of me, where she immediately starts rocking.
This fucking view. There’s nothing better than it.
I reach up and grab her hips, helping her move. She massages her breasts and throws her head back. When I can tell she’s close, I take one hand and reach down to rub, her clit wet from both of our cum, and don’t stop until she screams as she comes.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You are magnificent.”
She leans down and holds herself up with her hands on my chest.
“I love fucking you, Wes.” She turns her head to me. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Calliope.”
Callie rolls off me and lies on her back by my side as we both catch our breath.
There’s a scratching sound at the bedroom door, and I turn my head to look at her. We both crack up.
“Sir Fluffy and Honey Bunny are ready for dinner,” Callie says. “We can’t keep them waiting.”
The introduction of my old man cat and her giant lop-eared bunny went better than expected. Sir Fluffy just sort of stared at the rabbit at first, but then started following him around as Honey Bunny explored the house.
Now they’re best friends. Their food bowls are next to each other, and they even sleep in a bed cuddled up together. It’s freaking adorable.
“At least they waited until we got two rounds in.” I sit up and swing my legs off the bed. “Stay there,” I order her and head to the bathroom.
“I don’t think I could walk if my life depended on it,” she says as I wet a washcloth with warm water.
I return to the bed to clean her up, starting with her breasts where the apple pie filling was, then gently wiping her thighs and her pussy, loving the sight of my cum dripping out of her.
“I’ll feed them. You stay in bed as long as you want.”
With a gentle kiss to her forehead, I pull a blanket over her naked body and leave the bedroom.
Sir Fluffy weaves in and out of my legs, and Honey Bunny sits patiently next to the food bowls, his little nose sniffing the air.
I still feel like I’m dreaming this life, but when I return to the bedroom and watch Callie snoozing just where I left her, I know it’s the real thing.