Calliope #2
He licks his lips, those eyes darting down to my body.
One hand tugs on the lapel of my sleep shirt.
“Such a criminal offense. These buttons.” He runs a finger down the lapel.
Down, down to the first open button, the second open button.
He stops at the third open button. “This one, should not be open.”
“Huh?” Years of college and that’s what I have in my vocabulary.
He stands up a little straighter but still in my space. He begins to button that third button. “This one gives so much away.” It pops right back open. I blame the girls. “Oops.”
“It doesn’t stay.” Because the little hole is too stretched out. But I’m sure as fuck not saying that to him.
“This one?” His fingers glide to the next. “This one is stronger.” He looks right into my soul. “Let’s test it.”
He tugs. It pops free.
Only two buttons hold my shirt together now.
“Oh no. It didn’t survive.” My shirt flutters open. My nipples barely covered.
“That’s the crime?” Why am I teasing him? “It’s an old shirt.”
“This button?” He tugs the next. It pops open.
I have to press my thighs together when the fabric rubs over my nipples.
He grips the edges of my shirt laying them flat against my chest before he tugs the last one free.
“A fucking crime,” he hisses. Hooking his thumbs into my sleep shorts. His gaze travels lazily up my chest still somehow covered. “These shorts.”
He spins me so fast I’m gasping for breath when I realize what happened.
“Shorts are cozy,” I say breathlessly.
“These shorts are a problem.”
“You keep saying that, but you aren’t saying why.”
Two fingers glide up the sides of my thighs under my ass cheeks. Up and over my hips. “No panties. That’s why.”
“I was sleeping.” Who the fuck wears panties to sleep.
“And yet you walked into my apartment without panties on.” He surprises me by tugging me back against his chest.
Am I really letting this happen?
Fuck yeah, I am.
I grip the counter.
“What do you think is going to happen that you need to grip the counter, Calliope,” he wonders to himself as he flutters my jammie top open, my breasts go heavy with arousal as the air hits them.
“No idea.” I exhale on a shaky breath. “I’m just going with the flow.”
He moves my hair off my shoulder and whispers against my neck. “You smell like desire, Calliope.”
“Because I’m finding this really fucking hot.”
He chuckles against my back. “If I dip my fingers into your sleep shorts what would happen?”
I will come on the spot.
That is what will happen.
Unfortunately for the both of us I hear a knock across the hall.
Fortunately for me, Vex ignores it. “I locked your door,” he whispers like it’s a naughty little secret. “Tell me right now if you want me to leave or to see just how fucking wet you are.”
“I…” My head thumps against his chest.
His hands graze up over my hips to make lazy circles around my nipples. “I,” he prompts running a thumb over both nipples.
I moan. Can’t help it.
Vex covers my mouth with a hand and tsks at my ear. “Don’t want anyone to hear. Do we?”
I shake my head no. I do not want that because it’s likely Soren in that hall. It’s not too hard to deduce.
Why does that make this even hotter?
“Good.” He toys at my waistband with his other hand. “Do you have any idea how much I want to put you on this counter right now?”
I close my eyes because I want it. Well my arousal wants it. I might hate myself after.
Instead of waiting for an answer, he runs his hands past the band and grips my shorts, dragging them up. The friction of the fabric runs over my clit, and I shudder so close to an orgasm that I’m almost embarrassed at the quickness of it.
“You want that too, don’t you, Calliope?” He begins a slow tug of war with my shorts. “Oh you can’t answer can you.” He laughs to himself like it’s the funniest thing.
My thighs tremble as he keeps up that maddening friction. And I whimper. I. Whimper. Who knew I could make that sound. It sure as fuck wasn’t me.
The knocking comes again, more insistent this time.
“Vex! Open up, man.”
Soren. Definitely Soren.
Vex’s eyes meet mine in the reflection of my microwave. “We should probably stop,” he whispers, though his hands haven’t moved from their teasing path.
I shake my head frantically, surprising myself.
When did I become this person? When did I become someone who wants to be touched like this by a near-stranger while another man waits outside? And why is it so hot?
“Last chance to say no,” Vex murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.
Like I’d say no now.
“Don’t stop,” I manage to whisper, the words barely audible even to my own ears.
Something shifts in his expression. Triumph maybe, or gratitude. His fingers slip beneath the elastic waistband, and I nearly collapse when they find me soaking wet.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
He strokes between my folds once, twice, and I’m already spiraling toward release. My knees buckle, but he holds me up with his other arm wrapped around my waist.
“Quiet,” he reminds me, his voice thick with desire. “Don’t want your neighbors to know what a little minx you are, do you?”
He’s my fucking neighbor. Him.
I gasp against his palm as Vex slides one finger inside me, curling it in a way that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. My hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure. More of whatever magic he’s working with those calloused fingers.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmurs against my neck. He adds a second finger that stretches me deliciously. “Been thinking about this since the moment I saw you.”
The knocking grows more insistent. “Vex! I can hear you in there! Open up!”
Soren’s voice is muffled but unmistakable. Vex responds by increasing his pace, his fingers pumping in and out while his thumb draws circles around my clit.
“Come for me,” he whispers, his voice commanding. “Before I have to stop.”
As if I have any choice. The tension that’s been building since he first touched me snaps. Well since the dream really. I’m coming apart too fast, my body convulsing against his hand. Vex swallows my moan with his palm pressed firmly against my mouth as waves of pleasure crash through me.
When I finally stop trembling, he slowly withdraws his fingers, making me whimper at the loss. He brings them to his lips, never breaking eye contact in our reflection.
“Sweet,” he says simply, licking his fingers clean. “But not strawberry.”
Heat floods my face. I’ve never been so aroused and mortified simultaneously.
The knocking turns to pounding. “Vex! If you don’t open this door in five seconds, I’m breaking it down!”
Vex sighs dramatically, reluctantly stepping back.
“I’ll be back for dinner.” He winks and walks out of my kitchen. I hear the lock on the door snick open and then shut.
I ignore the arguing between Vex and Soren as I stand there still in the aftermath.
I can’t believe I just did that.
Except I can.
And I want to do it again.