31. Calvin
CALVIN
I’ve had the best Thanksgiving in a very long time. When I walk into my apartment later that night, I’ve got a nice buzz going on, and I’m more than ready to have some one-on-one time with my girl.
Having her involved in our evening earlier was awesome, but it was also the ultimate tease. I was constantly aware that we were both surrounded by people who would more than likely notice if I stared at her for too long.
And now that I’m home, I am so ready to spend the rest of my night with her. I’m incredibly grateful for what she did for me today. I’ve loved spending the day with the guys and their girls, but really, there’s only one person I want to be with right now.
I make my way through my apartment to my bedroom, and, after shedding my clothes, I walk into my bathroom naked.
Calvin: Are you ready yet?
I sound like a whiny child, but I can’t help myself.
She reads it but doesn’t respond before I step under the spray of my shower.
I’ve just covered myself in bubbles when my cell starts ringing.
“Oh fuck,” I cry, trying to rinse the bubbles off me in record time.
I turn the shower off before managing it and rush out of the stall.
I prop my cell on a small shelf beneath the mirror that hangs over my sink before swiping the screen, so she doesn't think I’m not going to answer.
As the call connects, I reach for a towel.
“Hey, are you—naked. You’re naked,” Sienna blurts before slapping her hand over her eyes.
My deep chuckle bounces off the tiled walls as I tuck the towel around my waist.
“It’s okay, darlin’. You can’t see anything,” I say as I reach for a second towel to dry my hair.
“O-okay,” Sienna stutters before pulling her hand from her eyes. They meet mine for a few seconds, and I relax.
Damn, I’ve been waiting for this all day.
“Hey,” I rasp. “Have you had a good day?”
Her eyes drop to my chest before slowly sinking lower. “Yeah, it’s been great. And apparently, it keeps getting better.”
“See something you like, huh?”
“Yeah. I mean, it’s not too bad. I’ve certainly seen worse.”
I laugh, shaking my head at her as I throw the smaller towel onto the rail, grab my cell, and take Sienna with me into my bedroom.
“Do I get a tour tonight?” she asks, reminding me of the one she gave me of her room last night.
My eyes lock on the photo that’s propped against my beside light, and I panic.
I move around the bed as fast as I can and reluctantly pick it up and slide it safely under my pillow.
“You want to see my bedroom, darlin’?”
“Yeah, color me curious.”
I chuckle and turn the screen around.
“It isn’t much to look at. And it certainly isn’t as homey as yours.”
I look around my room, trying to imagine what it must be like to see it through her eyes.
The walls are a light gray, the furniture dark walnut, and my bed is covered in white sheets and a gray comforter. It’s really nothing special. And other than the photo I just put away, there isn’t anything personal in here. It’s more functional than anything—my whole apartment is.
“It’s nice,” she says as I sit on my bed and shuffle back so I’m resting against the headboard. “Think I preferred the other view, though.”
“Is that right?” I ask, my cockiness evident in my tone as I flip the camera around again.
“You’re getting your bed all wet,” she breathes, her eyes taking in the water droplets that cover my chest and abs.
I wish I could have you here getting my bed wet.
Honestly, the self-control it takes to keep that thought to myself is insane.
“I’ll survive,” I say, shamefully dragging my palm across my abs. Her eyes follow its movement, darkening more by the second. Desire shoots straight to my dick as I wonder just how dark her eyes would get if she could see beneath my towel.
Don’t scare her off again, asshole.
While she’s busy checking me out, I do a little of the same myself.
She’s lying on her stomach on her bed, and it’s mostly her face filling the screen. But I can’t miss the thin straps over her shoulders or the hint of cleavage that fills the bottom of the screen.
Shit. I’m starting to tent my towel, and I’m only looking.
If we ever take this thing between us further, I’m pretty sure I’m going to embarrass myself.
It’s not my fault; I’ve been walking around with this pent-up desire for her for fifteen years now. It’s gonna explode at some point.
“So, had a good day?” she asks nervously.
“I’ve had a great day. The only thing that would have made it better would have been if you were here too.”
She smiles, her cheeks heating.
“What about you? Was your day everything you hoped it would be?”
“And some.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Of course. Hockey players and a dance mat will improve everyone’s day.”
“Damn, and here I was thinking it was my presence that improved your day.”
“Oh, don’t worry. Finding you naked on the other end of this call was definitely a highlight of my day.”
“Glad I could help. You know, if you ever want to improve your day in the future, all you have to do is ask. I’m not shy.”
“Of course you’re not.” She giggles. “Garrett knows I’m talking to a guy. He’s been questioning me all day.”
“Why haven’t you told him?”
She looks away from the screen for a moment. “I don’t know. I just…I like how things are right now. I’m not ready to share this and have to deal with all the questions.”
“You like me being your dirty secret, huh?”
Despite her cheeks brightening, she doesn’t take the bait. “Even if you weren’t who you were, it would be a big deal around here that I’m this distracted by a man.”
A rush of happiness goes through me. “I’m distracting you? And before you saw me naked. Wow.”
She giggles again, and I swear it lights my entire body up.
“Gotta say, I’m not sure I’d ever get anything done again if I caught sight of you naked,” I confess, my voice deeper than it was before.
“Calvin,” she warns.
“What? You’re smokin’, darlin’.”
Her cheeks blaze the reddest yet. I love giving her a compliment, but I think I love her reaction the best. Watching those cheeks heat is becoming a bit of an obsession.
“So…you know what I’m wearing, or not, as the case may be. Question is, what are you wearing?”
“Really? We’re going there?” If she’s trying to chastise me, then it falls way off the mark, because her lips twitch with the threat of a smile and her eyes twinkle with mischief.
“Sure, why not?”
“I’m wearing my pajamas. Nothing exciting.” She shuffles on the bed, allowing a little more cleavage to fill the screen.
I bite the inside of my cheek as my cock jerks happily.
“I think you should let me be the judge of that.”
She giggles, and this time I realize that there’s a very big chance that, like me, she’s got a nice buzz on.
“Sienna?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you been drinking?”
“Maaaybe. Have you?”
“Yep. And drinking makes me horny,” I confess.
She bites down on her bottom lip, that naughty smirk still fighting to break free.
“What is it, darlin’?”
She hesitates, holding back whatever it is she wants to say.
“Go on. Whatever it is, you can tell me,” I encourage.
“I’m horny too, but I don’t think it’s the alcohol,” she blurts, immediately breaking our connection.
I let it go. For now.
“Oh no. What is it?”
“You.”
All the air rushes from my lungs, my cock threatening to go full mast.
“Darlin’, I need you to look at me.”
It takes her a couple of seconds, but when she finally does, there’s fire burning in her gray eyes.
Holy shit. This woman is everything.
“Roll over and get comfortable for me.”
I have no idea if she’ll go along with this, or if she’ll freak out. But I’m hoping that with me being at a distance, she might feel a little more comfortable.
“Calvin,” she rasps, and fuck, I can’t stop myself—I rip the towel from around my waist, letting my hard dick bounce against my abs.
“I’m…” I swallow. “I’m so fucking desperate for you, darlin’.”
She groans, and it hits me right in the dick.
“I’ve never met anyone I want as much as I want you.”
“Are you sure that’s not because I didn’t immediately jump at the opportunity to fuck you?”
“What? No. This has nothing to do with you turning me down. I’m glad you did.”
“It wasn’t too big a hit to your ego?”
“My ego can handle it.”
She holds my eyes, her smile finally having broken free.
Jesus. She’s so fucking beautiful.
It takes her a few more seconds, but eventually, she does as she’s told and rises from her stomach.
I can’t hold in my groan of delight when I get my first look at her braless tits hiding behind her tank.
“Calvin,” she warns, but there’s no strength behind it, just heat.
I watch, my eyes glued to her as she settles back against her cushions.
“Hey,” she says nervously once she’s comfortable.
“Hey, darlin’. Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?”
That blush that was previously just hitting her cheeks now spreads down to her chest.
“And you’ve got the most incredible rack,” I tell her, my eyes fixated on the way her hard nipples press against the thin fabric. “I bet you’ve got the prettiest nipples, too. Look at them, teasing me.”
She whimpers, and I damn near lose it.
Reaching down, I wrap my hand around my dick, squeezing in the hope it dulls the ache there.
It doesn’t. If anything, it only makes it worse.
“I’m…Is this okay?” I ask quietly. “I don’t want to…” I let my sentence trail off, terrified that if I finish it, she’ll realize what’s happening right now and shut down.
“It’s okay,” she whispers. “I-I’m sorry about—”
“Not necessary,” I say quickly. “All that matters is this moment right here.”
She nods.
“Still feeling horny, darlin’?”
She nods, and I stroke my dick. Just once.
“Can you tell me what you need?”
Her lips part, a little puff of air rushing out.
“Or would you prefer for me to tell you what I think you need?”
Her pupils dilate, giving me her answer before she can find any words.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispers.
I stroke my cock again, already riding a knife’s edge.
“Good girl,” I rasp, watching as her chest begins to rise and fall faster, her nipples getting even harder than before. “Jesus, you’re like my every fantasy come to life.”
“Calvin.”
“Put your hand on your tits, darlin’. Let me see you teasing yourself.”
When she doesn’t do it immediately, I think she’s going to freak out and put the brakes on. But then, she shifts the camera slightly and I see her free hand moving. And then…Fuck. Then, she does as she’s told and precum starts leaking from my tip.
“Fuck.” I groan as she whimpers, gently squeezing herself.
“Can you pinch those perfect little nipples for me?”
And she does.
Jesus Christ, I’m gonna blow before she gets anywhere close.
I keep my movements slow, fighting harder than I’ve ever fought in my life to hold off my release.
“That’s it, darlin’. Pinch them and imagine it's my fingers teasing you. Driving you crazy.”
When she whimpers my name again, I have to close my eyes for a beat, or it’s all gonna be over way too soon.