Chapter 45
Sean
“Ow,” I groan, rolling away from the annoying pointy elbow that’s burying itself repeatedly into my side.
Callie’s mouth brushes over my ear. “Wake up please, I”m bored of waiting for you and I’ve been awake since 6am.”
Jesus Christ, what is going on?
I peel my eyes open just as my brain manages to catch up and I remember it’s Christmas Day, the best part being that I get to spend the whole day with my girl. I roll back onto my side facing Callie, her eyes bright with childlike excitement, a hint of laziness left in her slightly droopy eyelids. “Merry Christmas Captain,” She smiles, her eyelashes fluttering and my dick instantly hardens on command. He’s more awake than I am because my mind is still semi conscious from being woken abruptly by my annoying girlfriend a few seconds ago.
I raise my eyebrows, scoffing with disbelief. “Really? You want sex right now? I literally just opened my eyes woman.”
Callie purses her pouty lips and my dick responds again. “No…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her mouth says she has no idea what I”m getting at but her eyes look sultry as hell.
“You called me Captain, which means you want me to break you in half with my dick.” I laugh and she kicks her pointed toes towards my bruised shins. I reach out and grab her ankle, dipping my face to her’s and brushing my lips against her open mouth. “No kicking, you little shit.” I press a firm kiss to her lips, nibbling delicately on her bottom one and eliciting a sexy groan from deep in her throat. I’ve been waiting for this morning so I can give Callie the present I’ve been hiding from her for the past week and there’s no way I”m going to let my ever hardening cock ruin this moment. Or her own constant horniness around me for that matter. “I have a present for you.” I smile, landing a soft kiss against her cheek as I climb over her warm, half naked body — that I”m trying desperately not to look at — and reach into my overnight bag. When I locate the small, wrapped square I look back at my girl, who is now sitting up, cross legged and scowling at me.
“Sean Taylor,” uh oh, I”m in trouble. “I thought we weren’t doing presents.” Her mouth is twisted into a frown and her eyes are snake like. I gulp hard, momentarily forgetting that she’s five-foot-four and I can pick her up with one arm. She’s scary when she gives me that look, the one that she’s giving me right now. Luckily for me I know the real her, the one she can’t hide when she’s around me, the soft, mushy one and I know all I have to do is dig it out from under the fiery demeanour that she wears. I climb back onto the bed, taking her face in my hands and forcing the fire to fizzle out under my gaze. “So you’re telling me you didn’t get me anything?”
She stutters, looking away from me. “Well, no…I…I mean…I did but—” “Exactly,” I silence her, pressing a fleeting kiss to her lips and stopping her in her tracks. “So shut your pretty mouth and turn around.”
She grumbles something unintelligible but does as I say and turns away from me. I pull the ribbon on the box, watching it unravel in my hand before taking out the delicate chain and lifting it over her head, fastening it at the back and pulling her smooth curls out from under it. She peers down at it, twiddling it between her fingers whilst I hold my breath for her reaction. My heart is pounding, nerves prickling the back of my neck and making me sweat as I wait silently for her to say something.
“23?” She squeaks and I can hear the croak of the tears in her throat. “That’s your jersey number.”
I grip her biceps and turn her back around to face me. “Yeah, now everyone will know who you belong to.”
Her watery eyes widen with sarcasm almost immediately and I crack a smile. “Who’s that then? You I suppose?”
I nod, my hand creating a necklace when I wrap it around her throat, the ’23’ charm dangling below it. “You’re learning, good girl.” I smash my lips onto her’s, hearing her breath hitch as she climbs into my lap, straddling my hips. “I’m the only one who gets to make you come,” I murmur against her open mouth as her warm breath fans against my lips. “All over my face and all over my cock.” Callie pulls away and takes a jagged breath, pulling her swollen bottom lip between her teeth and looking down at our joined bodies. “Are you turned on?” I whisper, wedging my hand between us and cupping her pussy. The heat is pulsating from her, begging me to dive in and steal a taste.
Callie takes a second jagged inhale. “Everything you say turns me on.” She says with a wobbly laugh.
I take that as my invitation to move this to the next level, the level I’ve been dying to climb to since the second I opened my fucking eyes and looked at Callie’s sultry gaze staring back at me. I flip her over, our bodies still joined together like magnets as I pull her shorts to the side and dip my hand inside. I drag my fingers through the sodden mess between her thighs and she claws at my back. Her back lifts off the bed when my fingers enter her, sliding inside her effortlessly as she clenches her perfect pussy around me.
I could actually bust in my boxers just watching her like this. She screws her eyes shut for a moment and then she tentatively removes my fingers from her sopping heat, watching with a painfully turned on expression when I suck them into my mouth.
“Wait,” she pants, still catching her breath from where I stole it from her. “before we do that, let me give you your first present.”
“First present? There’s more than one?” I smirk, sitting up and readjusting my cock as Callie bends over, showcasing her beautifully sculpted ass. “Well,” she stands, a wrapped velvet box in her hand, not much bigger than the one I gave her. “The second present is kind of for both of us.” She winks and I bark a laugh, I like where her line of thinking is headed. I stand up with her, approaching like she may have a rabid animal inside that box she holds lightly in her palm. Her smile as she watches me take it lights up my whole chest and I rip the wrapping paper off eagerly, my heart thumping fast. I lift the silver, chain link bracelet from it’s velvety bed and clamp my lips together, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. “Callie…” I murmur and her glistening eyes burn a whole through my heart, she’s so excited to give this to me, something she knows I’ve wanted for so long. “You know I’ve wanted this bracelet for ages.”
“That’s why I got it for you,” she says, her fingers lightly tracing my forearm as I stand there, speechless. “Do you like it?”
My eyes fly up to her’s, catching her waiting gaze. “I love it Cal…but it’s too much, how much did you spend on this?”
She rolls her eyes, wafting a dismissive hand towards me. “Just say thank you Taylor.”
“Thank you baby,” I whisper, hauling her body into mine and squashing her with a tight hug that likely blocks her airways.
When I eventually release her, watching her suck in a breathy laugh, I try to resume my earlier conquest of breaking her in half with my dick. But Callie has other ideas.
I try to slide my hand back into her shorts but she wags a finger at me and pushes at my chest. “Hold on, I told you I have one more present for you.” Before I have a chance to respond she whips out of the room like a gust of wind and I”m left standing in the centre of her bedroom, my dick protruding from my boxers. When Callie finally emerges, she’s wearing a white, satin dressing gown, one I’ve never seen before and my dick that was quickly deflating stands to attention again.
My eyes widen. “What’s going on here then?” I say as she leans against the now closed door, her eyes hooded with seduction. I fucking love where this is going.
Callie shrugs, a sexy smirk pulling at her lips. “You can unwrap me now.”
Fuck. Off.
“You’re serious?” I croak, my cock now straining against the cotton, fighting to get to her.
“So serious,”
I practically sprint across the room to get to her, yanking at the silky tie that keeps her body hidden from me and the second the dressing gown falls off her shoulders and pools at her feet I”m totally gone. She’s wearing a white set of lingerie, the lace clinging to the curve of her delicious hips, cupping the swell of her breasts and drawing my attention to the apex of her thighs like an ‘x’ marks the spot. I fall to my knees without thinking, this fucking goddess standing in front of me is mine and sometimes I still can’t believe that’s the truth.
“Jesus, you’re a fucking dream.” I whimper, biting my fist and blinking faster than usual to make sure I”m not dreaming all of this. Just when I think I couldn’t get any luckier with this woman, she goes and pulls something like this. Callie puts her hands behind her back, crossing one leg over the other and I look up at her, begging her with my eyes to let me have her.
“Do you want to touch me?” She murmurs, her voice so sexy, breathy but teasing all at the same time and I”m fucking living for it. I nod, my throat tight and dry when I try to swallow but Callie simply runs her manicured nails through my mess of curls.
“Beg me then,” she whispers and my heart nearly burns a whole through my chest, my dick following suit and trying desperately to escape. I force a dry swallow. “Please baby,” I croak, “please.”
Callie’s finger lifts my chin, a flabbergasted smile splitting her freckled face. “I was joking Sean.”
“I wasn’t, get your pants off now.” I groan, trailing my fingertips down her milky thighs, stopping at her knees and making my way back up again. Callie lets out a snicker and I gaze up at her again, inhaling her beauty, her lightly tanned skin, her dusting of freckles, her bright green eyes that make me want to collapse and die from their insufferable beauty.
This girl has me totally wrapped around her finger and she knows it. “Can I?” I rasp and she nods quickly.
I know why she’s so keen the second I remove her thong, the scrappy lace being immediately launched over my head to land somewhere on the ground. Her thighs are practically dripping with need, the heat radiating from her pussy, begging me to fill her. And trust me, I intend to do nothing else for at least the next hour.
Callie
“Callie? Can you hear me?”
“Yeah Dad, I can hear you. What’s up?” I mutter, trying to tie my shoelaces as I wedge my phone between my shoulder and ear. He’s quiet for a moment and I can hear him muttering to someone in the background, his tone is making my stomach twist with nerves. I’m sure he’s talking to my mum, whom I haven’t seen for the last two weeks since we got back to Redwood after the best Christmas break of my life. I’ve been training all day and my brain needs to rest just as much as my body, but I”m sensing in my dad’s tone that he’s going to ruin any plan of relaxing that I had for the rest of the evening before I have to drive four hours to the bottom of the country.
“I think maybe you should come home for the weekend, just to spend some time with your mum.” He mutters and I hear a door close, muffling my mum’s irritated voice even further. I couldn’t decipher anything she was saying, but I could hear the warning and frustration towards my dad in her tone.
“I just saw her two weeks ago…” My words are coming out weak because the truth is I”m scared. I’m scared about what this means, is he saying her condition is worsening? And if he is then why doesn’t he just come right out and say it. “Is Mum ok?”
My dad heaves a tired sigh. “No, not really Cal, she’s going downhill and fast. I suggest you skip that competition tomorrow in Devon and instead come here and spend the weekend with your mum.”
I’ve always known my mum was going to die from cancer, the doctors told us the second time she was diagnosed that it was almost inevitable that it would take her from us at some point. But when I saw her two weeks ago she seemed in great spirits, full of life and bright sunshine as always. I guess that’s the thing about cancer though, it can decide to ruin your life at any given moment and you don’t always see it coming. My mum is also renowned for pretending she’s ok when she’s not, putting on a brave face for everyone around her and remaining strong even when she feels weak. “Let me talk to her,” I rasp, forcing a swallow when my throat feels unnaturally dry. I hear my dad sigh, but he knows I”m just as stubborn as my mum so he doesn’t bother to argue with me.
The next thing I hear is a wet cough come through the speaker. “Cal, you ok honey?”
I take a breath. “Yeah Mum, I”m fine. The real question is, how are you? Dad said you’ve gone downhill and I should skip my competition this weekend to come and see you.”
Another hard cough. “Don’t you dare skip that competition Callie Burch, you’ve worked so hard with those god awful routines and you’re going to smash them this weekend, no ifs or buts.”
“Mum, are you sure? I can come home and spend the weekend with you.” “No,” she croaks, clearly her gravelly throat again. “You go baby, I”m ok don’t worry about me.”
But I do, I do worry about her. I know she’s struggling and I can definitely hear the change in her voice from two weeks ago when I saw her. She sounds more frail, more damaged and it’s killing me to listen to. However, just like my dad I know not to bother arguing with her, so I reluctantly agree to go to my competition, promising to call her tomorrow night.