Chapter 25
Callie
I thought I’d get out unscathed today, considering the fact I was only supposed to be ‘helping out’ the freshmen gymnasts, preparing them for their first practice competition tomorrow. Somehow I ended up on the bar, demonstrating something that Ellen requested of me when my hands weren’t adequately chalked up, leaving me with a gaping rip in the centre of my palm. It hurts like a motherfucker and the entire drive to Sean”s after practice all I can think of is dousing it in freezing water to cool the burning skin. There’s a party tonight at Sean’s house and I can’t fucking wait to get drunk off my face so I can forget about the competitions I have coming up next week that I”m far from ready for. When I pull up outside I don’t bother to knock, I spend a hell of a lot of time here and the guys don’t mind me just walking in unannounced. Although I did get instant karma for that once when I walked through Sean’s front door and found Kyle naked on the couch, balls deep inside some random puck bunny. He of course thought it was hilarious, but I’ve struggled to look at him the same way since. I accidentally use my bad hand to twist the doorknob and curse at myself under my breath before shoving the door open with my foot. Kyle, Lewis and Nick are all on the couch, shovelling something into their mouths whilst they drool over some half naked girl on the TV screen. I go straight to the kitchen, dropping my bag from my shoulder in the hallway and turning on the cold tap before sticking my palm under it. “Ah fuck!” I yell, gaining the turning of three heads in my direction from the couch. The horny zombies soon turn back to their movie when they see I don’t have any limbs hanging off or anything.
Sean’s loud footsteps descend the stairs, having heard me yelling in pain. “What’s wrong baby?”
I twist my neck to look at him, he has those grey sweats on that I was wearing whilst he was away, they look much hotter on him. The deep v shape leading down to his impressive package catches my eye as he tucks his hands into his pockets, the sweats shifting lower on his hips. “I have a really bad rip,” I say, squeezing my hand into a fist and wincing as the raw skin contracts. “I need to clean it but it’s painful as shit.” Sean reaches across me and tears off a piece of kitchen towel, damping it under the cold water as Kyle brushes past him on his way to the fridge. He gives my shoulder a squeeze as he leaves the kitchen again, arms full with beers and popcorn.
“Here, let me do it.” Sean reaches for my hand but I put my balled up fist behind my back, snatching the wet towel from him with my other hand. “Let me look after you.” He says sternly and I”m automatically turned on, I love when he gets bossy with me.
I scowl at him. “No, I look after myself, I always have.”
“You don’t need to anymore.” He reaches around my body, snatching the wet towel out of my balled up fist and polluting my lungs with his manly aroma.
His fingers dig into my hips and he lifts me off my feet. My ass lands on the kitchen counter and the zombies on the couch turn their heads to see what’s happening. I fold my arms over my chest and purse my lips when Sean sinks his hands into my thighs and brings his face closer, his minty breath tickling my tongue.
“Sit your pretty ass on there and let me clean your hand.” He whispers, pulling my hand towards him and prising my fist open.
I’m not finished fighting yet though so I snatch it away from him. “No, I don’t need y—”
He smacks a hard kiss against my lips, silencing me and splaying his hand across my back, pulling my chest to his. “Callie,” he sighs, pressing another lighter kiss to my flushed lips. “Just shut up for once and let me take care of you.”
I try to scowl but my cheeks betray me and turn a light shade of pink as I slap the back of my hand into his, allowing him to clean my gaping wound.
He smiles triumphantly and kisses my warm cheek. “Good girl,” Oh god.
My pussy is all excited now, hearing those two magic words and thinking she’s about to get some…maybe she is. Sean’s eyes find mine, swimming with confusion as I clench my thighs together and suck my bottom lip into my mouth, trying to calm the warmth that’s spreading down my inner thighs.
His eyebrows knit together as he watches me squirm on the counter. “What?”
“Nothing,” I shake my curls, one falling over my eyes as I watch his large fingers gripping my wrist, the other hand gently dabbing at my rip. Why am I so turned on right now?
He glides his damp hand up my thigh, reaching the hem of my shorts. “Are you…?” He dips his fingers below the hem, into my thong and ghosts them over my sopping clit. “Oh fuck,” He mutters, pulling his hand out and leaning into my ear so his eavesdropping friends don’t hear. “Is that because I called you a good girl?” His voice is so sexy, raspy and deep and I just want to climb him.
I nod fast. “Can you help me with that?” I tilt my head, gesturing to the heat radiating from the apex of my thighs.
His eyes darken with a sparkle and he twists a lock of my hair around his finger. “Get upstairs now.”
Sean’s hands are covering my waist, lifting me off the counter and dropping me to my feet before his palm lands with a clap on my ass. I run up the stairs, Sean following behind me, his loud footsteps banging up the staircase before I swing open his bedroom door and throw myself back onto his bed.
He really does help me with my situation, yanking my shorts down my legs and feasting on my pussy like a starving man would. He makes me come, twice on his tongue and when he’s done I”m panting, gasping for breath. He runs his warm hand up my bare stomach and leaves a tight kiss on my parted lips.
“You can pay me back later.” He winks and strolls into his bathroom to shower, ready for the party that starts in an hour.
I needed that orgasm, this man pretty much has me in a constant state of horniness, always waiting for the next time he’ll make me feel fucking incredible.
When Sean emerges less than 10 minutes later he’s naked, my favourite part of his body hanging between his legs, begging me to just stick out my tongue for a taste.
I think I may have an unhealthy obsession with him.
He watches my eyes as they follow him across the room, shaking his head as a cocky smirk spreads across his face. He takes my black dress from his wardrobe and throws it at me, gesturing for me to go and change before people start arriving. I stand up from the bed with a huff and salute him playfully before trapping myself in his bathroom for the next half an hour, taking a hot shower, taming my mane of curls and covering my face in makeup. When I step out of the bathroom Sean has left the bedroom, his expensive aftershave still filling the room and making my pussy excited again. I adjust my black thong and twist my body in front of the mirror, admiring the backless, thigh length dress I”m wearing. I step into my sparkly heels, giving me an extra four inches of height, making it even easier for me to pull Sean in for a kiss the second I get my ass down those stairs. I take one last look in the mirror, ruffling my hair and tapping my lipgloss stained lips before pushing open Sean’s bedroom door and descending the stairs.