Chapter 11
Sean
Molly Crawford has quickly become my second favourite woman after her sexy, brunette best friend.
I went over to their dorm yesterday, looking for advice on how to win Callie over and Molly graciously supplied me with top secret information about her best friend. Molly suggested I go to the farm across the road from Redwood, there are apparently some strawberries there — homegrown and all that shit — that Callie loves. Molly warned me that they’re very expensive, but little does she know, money is pretty much unlimited for me. I ask my parents to send me some money and they do, without question or concern on what I”m spending it on. I’m actually really fucking good at saving though so I didn’t need to ask them for money for some strawberries, that could have been embarrassing, don’t want them to think I”m going soft.
I pull up outside the green building at Redwood at around 6pm. It’s the building shared by the hockey team and the gymnastics team, our rink being on the ground floor and the gymnasium on the second. I have my strawberries in a brown paper bag, hidden from Callie’s view when she sees me enter the gym. Anais graciously told me yesterday that training finishes at 6pm, but that Callie was planning to stay late again to practice her routines. Luckily, the girls know their captain well and when I close the door gently behind me she looks up from where she sits in the centre of the huge, springy gymnasium floor.
“Oh, you again… Are you ever going to leave me alone?” She sighs, rising to her feet and showcasing her slim figure.
I shrug. “No, I don’t think so.”
She huffs but pads over to me regardless and is eyeing my paper bag immediately. “What’s in there?” She says, peering in before I snatch it out of her eye line.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I say, wagging my finger at her and lifting my eyebrows. “Say please and I might show you.”
The familiar red frustration creeps up her neck and she folds her arms across her chest. I give in to her so easily, it”s pathetic really but I can’t help myself.
“Ok fine, come here.” I gesture for her to sit on the bench in front of the lockers with me.
She sighs like she’s going to say no and flounce off to the locker rooms, but instead she quickly unfolds her arms and sits next to me. Her eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning when I open the bag and she peers inside.
I smile at her childlike happiness. “They’re your favourite right?” She nods, reaching inside and producing a shiny, ruby red strawberry. “How did you know?”
I tap my nose and wink. “I have my sources.”
“You mean you harassed my best friend for information about me? Weirdo,”
She”s smiling though, bringing the perfectly ripe strawberry to her lips and taking a bite. Her eyes fall closed and she moans with delight. “Mmmm, that’s so fucking good,” She chews delicately, savouring every morsel.
Is it bad that she’s turning me on right now? I can’t help but imagine her moaning like that when I fuck her. I’ve got her here in a good mood, I’ve brought her something she loves so now is probably the most she’s ever liked me. I see an opportunity and I”m taking it.
“Can I have a taste?” I say, smiling weakly at her even though my heart is picking up speed.
She rolls her eyes but extends her arm, holding the half eaten strawberry out to me. Why am I so fucking nervous? This is it, and if she rejects me now then I”ll take it like a champ.
No, I won’t, I’ll be totally crushed, but it’s now or never.
She’s still holding the strawberry out to me, confusion knotting her eyebrows together. “Well, do you want a taste or not?” She says, shaking the strawberry at me.
Come on Sean, just do it.
I shove her hand to the side. “I wasn’t talking about the strawberry.” I smash my lips onto her’s and clearly take her by surprise. She’s only stiff for a second though before she relaxes into the kiss, her hands landing on my jaw.
I wish I could deny the way everything explodes when our lips finally meet. I’d love to say nothing changed and I knew in that moment that I was just lust, just sex that I wanted from her.
But that would be a lie.
Fucking hell her lips taste incredible. The sweet strawberry still on her tongue combined with her usual fruity smell is intoxicating. She’s intoxicating and I can’t stop. Before I know it she’s in my lap, straddling my waist with her fingers tangled in my curls, yanking me closer to her. I’m groping her ass and the heated air between us is ignited into flames. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and she moans. My dick responds immediately, thinking he’s been summoned.
I’ve kissed more girls than I can count, but the way Callie’s lips mould with mine, like they were made for me, makes me sick to my stomach with anticipation.
As much as Callie seems into this kiss, I don’t think she’s going to let me fuck her tonight. The strange thing is, I don’t know if I even want to. Of course I want to feel every inch of her body, fuck her until she can’t walk and leave my fingerprints all over her, but I don’t think tonight is the right time for that.
After a few minutes the kiss slows down, deepens and I”m hyper aware of the fact that our tongues are swiping at each other so softly it’s making my stomach gape with an emotion I’ve never felt before.
When we eventually pull away, the two of us fighting to inhale as much oxygen as possible and bring our heart rates down, Callie stands up from my lap. She smooths her hair and clears her throat before looking at me again. Her lips are swollen, pink and delicious, and I wonder how I ever stopped kissing her.
“I knew you secretly liked me.” I say, standing to my feet and grabbing my bag.
This fucking stupid smile won’t get off my face. I’m so happy right now I could burst. For fuck’s sake Sean, get a grip, it was only a kiss. Yeah, a kiss with Callie!
She sounds her usual scoff. “I really don’t.”
“Ok baby, whatever you say.” I snicker. I have a plan up my sleeve, now I’ve tasted her I need more, I”m desperate for more and I”m going to get it. “Urgh!” She fake gags and I laugh deep in my chest. “Don’t. Call. Me. That.” She says, with a jab to my chest on each word.
I cup her face in my hands and smack a kiss on her swollen lips before leaving. I head straight for the women’s locker rooms, my master plan in action and sit down on one of the benches, waiting for Callie. She strolls in about ten minutes later and almost falls over when she sees me sitting there with my signature grin plastered all over my face. She skids to a stop. “What the hell are you doing in here?”
“I knew you were nearly finished so I waited for you.” I shrug, standing up and towering over her tiny frame. Man, I just want to fuck her all over this room.
“Well, can you please fuck off and annoy someone else for a change? I need to shower.”
I shake my head, my dark curls moving with me. “That can wait, I need more of you.”
I grab the back of her soft thighs and hoist her up to my waist, her legs circling me instinctively as my lips find her’s again. She’s like a drug and I”m most definitely an addict. She kisses me back, letting her usual sass melt away and I know she’ll be falling at her knees in a moment when my plan comes into action. I walk us over to the other side of the room and place her carefully onto the marble countertop in front of the sink, still kissing the crap out of her. I reach for the hem of her shorts and she untangles her lips from mine, stopping my hand from moving any lower as her eyes darken with warning.
“I”m not having sex with you Sean.” She says, her hands on top of mine, preventing me from undressing her.
I nod. “I know, just let me make you feel good.”
I get on my knees, pulling her shorts down to her ankles and admiring the sight in front of me. Her pussy is gleaming with moisture, just for me, and I nearly crack and beg her to let me fuck her. But I manage to hold my own, running my hands over her milky thighs and dipping my head between her legs. She’s hot and pulsing for me to give her the pleasure that she needs. I watch Callie’s head drop back and her breathing become deep and airy. She’s moaning before I have even touched her and when I let my tongue ghost over her clit she almost suffocates me. Her hands land in my hair and she pushes my face deeper into her, making me chuckle against her swollen bud. I suck it into my mouth, tasting every drop of her on my tongue and revelling at seeing her like this.
I’ve thought about making her come so many times, seeing her vulnerable and completely raw in front of me, when her usually hard exterior prevents me from seeing the real her. She’s repeatedly cursing my name under her breath and when her back arches I taste her sweetness on my tongue, dipping into her pussy and collecting every last drop of her. I grip her thighs as they shake with intense pleasure and I gently lick her clit, soothing the burn that my sucking caused. I stand up, wiping the moisture off my chin with the back of my sleeve and pulling her shorts back up her legs. She hasn’t said anything, she looks dazed, like she doesn’t know how I managed to win her over like that and let me make her come. I lift her down from the countertop and place her to the ground, she quickly moves away from me, still not saying a word. She heads for the showers without so much as a backwards glance in my direction so I take that as my cue to leave. I won’t push her past her breaking point, she let me get much further with her tonight than ever before. So instead, I text her the minute I”m out of the building and back in my car.
Sean Taylor:
‘I want to see you tomorrow.’
She texts back almost immediately.
Callie Burch:
‘I have training tomorrow,”
Then she adds some more.
‘And you’re annoying.’
I smile so fucking widely it hurts. Why do I love that I can piss her off and turn her on at the same time so easily? And why is it so addictive? Why is she so addictive?