Chapter Thirty-One #2
“Nuh-uh,” she says and holds a hand up. “I need to finish this! We still have to stop at home before meeting everyone at Max’s.”
Paul offered to pay for our dinner tonight, especially because he fell for Lexi’s charm after our trip.
She is always the life of the party, was most concerned about including Jo (for example, their birthday dinner tonight), and spent time with Paul in the captain’s bridge.
I’ve never seen him laugh as hard as he did the night he came out to have dinner with us.
His offer might honestly not be because of Jo this time.
With a wolfish grin, I grab Calypso’s hips to pull her closer and nibble at her exposed shoulder. She’s already dressed for the night, but when Paul called, our plans changed at the last minute; we both need to put on something nicer.
She looks fucking delicious in her miniskirt and black top. It’s the black boots I might beg her to put back on later, though.
“Liam,” she chastises. “I’ll be done soon.”
I suck on her earlobe and she moans. The piping bag is frozen in the air and her other hand lands on the metal worktable.
“You’re going to be too busy for me later,” I whine.
She rolls her head to the side so we’re forehead to forehead. “It’s your sister’s birthday dinner.”
“I don’t want to share you,” I murmur. “Especially when I could be fucking you instead.”
She snickers but her heady gaze stares at my lips.
“I’ll be quick,” I say and nip her lip. “I won’t even come. I’ll just get you off.”
She twists her lips to the side, seriously thinking it over.
“No.” Her no nonsense glare kills my dreams, but not my boner. “I need to finish this.”
Pouting, I move closer into her space until I’m flush against her back.
“I told you I was clingy,” I remind her.
“Stay there like a koala,” she says, pretending to be annoyed. I’ve learned the difference, and the biggest tell is that she sighs more when it’s not real. “Don’t distract me, though.”
I hum in acknowledgement but we both know that’s not going to happen. She throws me a scolding look before bending over the cake again. When she does, her ass pushes against my half-mast cock. I grunt and try to cover it with a cough, but she glares back at me.
“I can’t help it,” I argue.
Letting go of her, I try to distract myself by grabbing her phone and picking a song.
Calypso hears the first few notes of “She’s A Lady” by Forever the Sickest Kids, and her head tips back on a deep belly laugh.
We’re both singing along as I start to unbutton my dress shirt.
The kitchen is always warm from the ovens, but I’m hoping I can convince Calypso to fool around a little bit before we have to go to dinner.
Throwing my shirt on the empty nearby counter, I press against her again and tease her with the lyrics of the song.
Of course I don’t hate her, nor is she a traitor, but some of the other lyrics are quite fitting for her prickly personality that I am fucking obsessed with.
The entire time, I trace my fingers along her spine.
It’s admirable how much she’s able to concentrate.
As she’s setting the tip into a new bag of icing, I glide my hand up the back of her thigh. She shivers when I tease under her skirt but don’t go further.
“Liam,” she warns again.
I wrap an arm around her again and whisper in her ear. “I can’t keep my hands off of you, honey. Especially when your ass brushes against my dick like that.”
She sets the piping bag down again and turns toward me. Crossing her arms, she’s quickly moving past amused and into true irritation. “Are you going to do this the entire time?”
I shrug, acting like a needy brat.
It’s a new dynamic for me—probably for both of us.
Calypso looks around the room and I see the moment an idea sparks in her eyes. She grabs an abandoned apron off a nearby stool and pushes me back with the other hand. Smiling down at her, my back hits a wooden column.
“Oof,” I say but stand still, interested in what she has planned.
With her hand on my chest, she taps a finger, thinking it through one more time before committing to whatever plan she has. “Stay.”
A wolfish grin is the only response she gets but it’s enough.
Calypso walks around me and grabs each of my wrists. I chuckle, realizing what she’s doing before the strings of the apron touch my wrist. She quickly ties a tight knot, trapping me against the wood.
“Wow,” I say with a low whistle. “You must be really into me if I distract you that much.”
With only a couple inches between our chests, she reaches down and cups my now fully hard cock.
“This is important to me,” she says seriously, referring to Jo’s cake. “And since you won’t listen, you can stay right here where I don’t have to worry about you.”
Challenge accepted.
“I don’t have to touch you to distract you, honey.
You go ahead and work, and I’ll tell you everything I want to do to you tonight.
Starting with the butt plugs I got for each of us.
” Her mouth pops open and I take advantage of the moment.
I lean my head forward, catching her lips in a surprise kiss and slipping my tongue along hers.
She falls into it before remembering the current situation. She pulls away and squeezes.
“Fuck.” I almost come.
Calypso hikes up her skirt and I watch her slip her red, lace panties off. She holds them in front of me, running her fingers along the gusset and showing me how wet she is.
“You’re not going to listen, are you?” She tilts her head and watches me.
I shake mine. “No, not today.”
She balls up her panties and uses her other hand to pull my mouth open.
Shoving the fabric in, she gags me and says, “Only good boys get rewarded, remember?”
With that, Calypso walks to the sink and washes her hands. She ignores me for the first few minutes, resuming her work on Jo’s birthday cake, but my eyes are on her the entire time.
Most specifically, my gaze is glued to her ass. Now that I know her skirt doesn’t have anything below it, I’m silently wishing she’ll bend over a little bit more. It’d give me a perfect view of her…
As if she can read my mind, Calypso glances over her shoulder and bites her lip. She places one hand on the worktable for balance and stands on her toes before leaning over it. Her short hem rides up her thighs but Calypso arches forward, revealing her round ass.
When she widens her stance, her soaking wet pussy comes in view.
So fucking wet and swollen and begging to be fucked.
Calypso doesn’t beg, but her pussy sure as fuck does.
I whimper around the fabric and my hips jerk.
All she does is tsk before going back to her task. This time, she doesn’t turn around again. Not even a glance back when I involuntarily make more aroused noises. The sight of her alone, and knowing I’m fully at her mercy, has me so fucking close to coming in my pants.
It’s more fun to edge myself and wait for whatever she has in store. The thought is the only thing fueling my willpower at the current moment.
Calypso takes her sweet fucking time finishing the cake, boxing it up, and properly packing the one she made for Lexi as well.
I’m standing against the column for half an hour before she turns around.
Resting her butt against the cleaned off worktable, she crosses her arms and gives me a slow once over, deciding what she wants to do with me.
Making her choice, Calypso sashays toward me and grabs my belt. Without a word, she expertly undresses my bottom half and drops to her knees.
And there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
She runs her hands up my thighs and grabs the base of my cock. With her eyes on me, Calypso licks up to the tip and takes me into her mouth.
Fuck.
She feels heavenly. I try to tell her, but it all comes out muffled and my head hits the wood in frustration. Her laugh vibrates around my dick and one of her hands grabs my hip before I accidentally thrust too far.
Breathing through my nose, I watch her suck me off and play with my balls at the same time. The hottest part about any of it is how much Calypso enjoys it. She moans around me and makes herself gag as her eyes roll back.
“Uugh,” I grunt around her panties. I’m close. So fucking clo—
Calypso pulls back with a loud pop and wipes drool from her chin. I have hope she’ll continue until she starts pulling my pants back up.
“Uuh?”
The little minx chuckles as she fastens my belt and stands, fixing her skirt and top. “I said good boys get rewarded.”
She pulls the fabric out of my mouth and stuffs it in my pocket.
“You’re serious?” I ask, turned on and in utter disbelief.
She nods with a proud smile. “And you won’t do anything about it if you want to use those new toys on me later.”
On her.
Not us.
Maybe she didn’t catch that—or is unsure. I’m determined to clear that up later.
“Fine,” I agree. “We’re using them tonight then.”
Her lips tip up and she unties me. I’m excited to celebrate my sister and new friend, but I know the next few hours are going to drag by torturously slow.