Chapter 37
Calvin
This is a terrible idea.
The worst fucking idea ever.
But I can’t stop myself.
No part of me is ready to rip myself away from her when this is all I have been thinking about doing since I first got a taste of her. When my lips first met hers, that’s enough to turn my blood hot with desperate arousal. I’m not going to be satisfied until I have more of her - fuck that, all of her.
“Calvin…” My name falls breathless from her lips as we stumble, her back presses up against the nearest wall as I steal her next words with my lips against hers. Her moan vibrates through her body, that sound turning my cock harder than it was before.
I lean into her, using my leg to open hers up, “Open.” There is no objection from her as she does as I command, making me chuckle against her lips, “So eager.”
“More curious,” she murmurs, running her tongue between my lips, forcing a deep groan from deep within. “I told you, I need to see if you’ll live up to the expectations.”
Her words grip at the challenger in me. If someone says I can’t do something, I do everything I can to prove them wrong. This is something that has developed between Nikita and I over the years. Majority of our interactions were a constant challenge.The continuous tug-of-war and the constant need to one-up each other.
We’ve never been able to stand each other but I am starting to realize that it was because of how similar we actually are. Neither of us like to back down. Our concrete stubbornness won’t allow it. She always, without fail, challenges me.
Now, I’m ready to show her exactly what I’m capable of.
There is nothing sexier than getting Nikita to hand herself over to me.
My hand grips at the material of her dress, “Be careful what you wish for or there will be no shaking me when we return home.”
Her eyes roll, “You’ve always thought too highly of yourself.”
Her words send a pulsing ache through the length of my cock. Her clear defiance to everyone and everything, including me, has me desperate to make her submit. Not in any extreme case, but I want to watch Nikita fold. I want her to be the one climaxing on my cock, rendering her speechless - something she seems incapable of being.
I nestle my face in the crook of her neck, brushing up against the base of her throat with my lips. “Watch your mouth, princess, or I won’t let you come.”
Her fingernails dig into my skin as I suck on her skin, wanting to brand her as mine. “You’re going to have to prove to me that you’re capable of doing that in the first place.”
I drop down onto one knee, a gasping sound coming from Nikita at my abrupt movements. I am ready to make her writhe at my touch. I grip at her dress, pushing it up her legs, wasting no time sliding my hand over her thigh to meet her eagerly awaiting pussy. I cup her, rewarded with how wet her underwear is, sending a rush of satisfaction through me.
“All wet, just for me,” I say in a low voice, moving closer to her, brushing my nose up the inside of her thigh. Her smell is intoxicating and I want to dive right into her.
I grip at the thin cream-colored lace material she calls underwear.
“Don’t you da-” Her warning is lost on me as I rip her underwear in two.
Her hand lifts my chin up, forcing me to meet her eyes, “You did not.”
“Oh, but I did.” I shove the material in my back pocket, “I like you better like this.”
I move her hand away, cupping her bare pussy and applying pressure to it, feeling the slickness against me. I waste no time slipping a finger inside of her, disappearing into her heat and hearing her groan against me already.
I dip deeper into her, “Fuck, you’re tight.”
The back of her head rests against the wall, her bottom lip now between her teeth. I remove my finger to her immediate protest. I wrap my lips around my finger sucking her taste off me, my cock now threatening to implode. “I needed a taste of you.”
She’s breathless. “And?”
“Taste for yourself.” Standing up, I waste no time finding her lips. Slipping my tongue between them, I share herself with her. “You taste fucking incredible.” She moans against my lips, pushing herself against me before I pull away and drop back down to my knees.
My finger returns to her sweet pussy as my thumb finds her clit, applying enough pressure before slipping a second finger inside.
Her hand grips at my hair as I pick up pace, desperate to give her exactly what she wants. I look up at her, watching as her head falls to the side, the moans falling from her lips and her eyes rolling back.
Her hips move, meeting my rhythm, “Yes, baby, just like that.”
“Cal… Oh, fuck.”
Before I can say anything else, the sound of my phone ringing slices through the tension. Her head snaps forward, eyes widening. I make no point of stopping. I continue to dip my fingers in and out of her, feeling the way she tightens around me. I need more.
I look up at her. “My phone is in my shirt pocket. You mind checking who that is?”
Still breathless and writhing against my fingers, she rests her one hand on my shoulder and uses the other to pull my phone out of my shirt.
“Fuck, it’s Jay,” she mutters, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, “You’re not answering that.”
Another thing that both Nikita and I share is the inability to accept being told what to do. I thrive off knowing she is at my mercy like this and I can completely control what happens from here.
“What inconvenient timing,” I murmur, using my free hand to grab the phone from her, “You think you can keep quiet?”
Her eyes widen with horror as I bring the phone to my ear, resting it between my ear and shoulder.
“Calvin - no!”
“Jay - what’s up?” I answer as Nikita attempts to move from me. I hold her in place with my thumb on her clit, circling it in the way that has her body jerking against me.
I am not stopping until I make her come.
“I’m just checking in.”
“Why?”
“Just making sure the two of you hadn’t ripped each other’s heads off yet.”
Nope, but I am just about ready to rip Nikita’s clothes off her. She has turned me into a pool of desperation for her, doing things like finger fucking her while on the phone to her brother because she has me thinking with my dick. Any logic that I had, left a long time ago. With Nikita in my tunnel vision, I want to prioritize her pleasure. I want to be worthy of a woman like her.
I glance up, her free hand over her eyes as she bucks her hips against my fingers. She could have protested more, but instead, she rides my fingers and I thrive off seeing her body react to my touch.
I curled my fingers inside of her, pressing hard against that deep spot that I know is capable of giving her the orgasm she so desperately needs.
“Cal?”
“Nope, we’re all good,” I answered,”Your sister is in good hands.”
Her eyes fall forward, swimming with complete arousal but also a flicker of frustration. Her lips part and I bring my free hand up, placing a finger against my lips. “Shh,” I murmur softly enough for only her to hear before I reply to Jay, “You don’t need to check in on us. We’re both adults.”
The harder Nikita grips at my hair, the faster I move my fingers inside of her. She moves her hand over her mouth, her moans becoming muffled.
He scoffs, “I’ve heard the way the two of you bicker, and there’s nothing about that that would suggest you two were adults.”
I roll my eyes, “Seriously, we’re good. Don’t call again.”
“Of course, I’m going t-” I end the call before he can finish his sentence. My phone drops to the floor but I don’t care.
Nikita shoves my shoulder, “Are you out of your mind?!”
I grab her leg and bring it over my shoulder, moving closer to her pussy. “That’s not the kind of moaning I want to hear.”
And without warning, I remove my fingers from her and plunge my tongue deep inside of her. Gasping for air, my name follows soon after, falling from Nikita’s lips. I work my tongue over her and attend to her clit, sucking and licking while shoving my fingers deep inside of her again.
“Yes, oh! Don’t stop, Cal…”
And I don’t. Nothing will make me stop until I feel her release on my lips, and within seconds I am rewarded with exactly that.
Nikita cries out with a sound that is music to my ears. I continue to suck on her clit easing her through to the end, licking the last of her release along with it. Nothing tastes sweeter than her pussy and I make a promise to myself that this will not be the last time I get a taste of her.
She moves her leg from my shoulder and leans against the wall, dropping down to the floor where I remain with my one leg propped up and the other on the floor. Sweat beads line her hairline and her cheeks are stained pink.
It is a beautiful sight to see.
“Just to be clear, this has nothing to do with us sharing a bed, right?” I ask, a dash of playful teasing in my tone, “Cause I’m not sleeping on that couch again.”
“After what you’ve just done to me, I think we can manage sharing a bed.”
I laugh, lifting my hand to brush the hair out of her face. Hooking the stray strands behind her ear as her eyes close, a smile spreading on her lips.
“So much for that no touching pact.”
She opens one eye, “We can reinstate it.”
I exhale a breath of laughter. “There’s no way I’m not touching you again, Nikita.”