36. Calvin
CALVIN
Fury rattles through me as I stare into Sienna’s gray eyes. No one has the right to treat her that way. No one.
She’s…she’s so fucking perfect, and deserves to be treated like a queen.
“Calvin,” she whispers, her eyes hooded and her cheeks flushed.
“I’m here,” I promise, desperately forcing my need to go and hurt someone for what they did to her out of my system, so I can focus on her instead.
“I…” she bites down on her bottom lip, second-guessing what she wants to say.
I stay quiet, giving her the time she needs to process her thoughts. I can only imagine how fast her head is spinning after that confession.
“I…I trust you.”
Fuck.
Those words hit me like a puck to the chest.
Before I can stop myself, I lean forward, our noses bump, and my lips find their home against hers.
My hand slides to the back of her neck, allowing me to angle her exactly how I want her. The second her tongue pushes between my lips, I’m fucking lost.
My hand squeezes her waist as I dive in, and it seems she isn’t any different.
Her hands slide up my chest before her arms loop around my neck, anchoring me to her.
“Give me a safe word,” I tell her when I eventually pull back, my lips trailing along the line of her jaw toward her neck.
She hesitates.
“I don’t care what the word is. I just don’t trust ‘stop.’ How can I tell the difference between the fake cry of stop when I’ve found your G-spot, and you don’t think you can take any more but are desperate for it, and the other kind?”
“Oh my god,” she whimpers.
“I’ll find it,” I promise as I kiss down her neck.
She shudders in my hold, her skin breaking out in goose bumps.
“Pineapple,” she suddenly blurts, making me smile against her soft, sweet skin.
“Pineapple it is. You say that word at any point, and I stop. You got that? Today, next week, next month, next year.”
Her breath catches.
“N-next year?” she stutters.
“Yeah, darlin’. And the ones that come after that.”
Sienna might not be aware, but she’s the one for me. I’ve been waiting for her for fifteen years; nothing is going to take her away from me now.
“Okay,” she breathes a beat before I lift her onto my lap.
As much as I want to continue where we left off, I can’t for a moment. I just have to look at her.
Her hair is still twisted up on her head from her bath, her face is bare of makeup, her lips are swollen from my kiss, and she’s wearing my goddamn hoodie.
Right now, she’s my every fantasy come to life.
All I need to do is discover what she’s wearing beneath.
The thought of her being bare has my dick aching in the confines of my pants.
I decided against sweats tonight, knowing that at some point she was bound to make me harder than steel, and I didn’t want the sight of me trying to bust through the fabric to freak her out. I’m fucking regretting it now though, because there’s no fucking space.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my hands resting on her knees that are on either side of my thighs. “So fucking sexy.”
Her blush deepens. I love it. I love seeing how she reacts to my touch and my dirty words.
“You belong in my number, you know that?”
Her breathing becomes more and more labored as I slowly start to slide my palms up her thighs.
Her skin is incredibly soft; it drives me wild, thinking about how it might feel against my lips if I were to kiss my way up them.
Soon, a little voice whispers.
Take your time.
“Calvin,” she gasps when I get to the top of her thighs, my fingers disappearing beneath the fabric of my hoodie.
My hands tremble with barely restrained self-control. Can she feel it?
I search her eyes, looking for the answer, but all I see reflected back at me is lust.
“You good?” I rasp, and she nods. “Just say the word. Anytime. You can trust me.”
It’ll fucking kill me to stop. But I will. Instantly.
She might not get it, but I’ll do anything she asks of me. Anything. All I want in return is her.
“You’re trembling,” I point out.
“I’m not scared,” she says in a rush. “I—”
“You what, darlin’?”
“I need…” Her cheeks are blazing.
“You need…”
“You.”
I lean in, stealing her lips. Her fingers thread into my hair, holding me in place as I kiss her as if she’s my next breath.
I fight my instincts to pull her closer, to grind her pussy against my aching cock. Hell knows we’re both desperate for the friction.
But this isn’t about that.
It’s about her. It’s about proving to her that we can take it slow, that I’m willing to build her trust. That I don’t give a fuck if it takes for-fucking-ever as long as I can have this. Her in my arms, her lips against mine.
“Calvin,” she whimpers into my mouth. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I breathe back.
“T-touch me.”
My hands are still locked on her hips, but at her instruction, they slide upwards.
She gasps as I brush over her waist, but she doesn’t stop me. Nor does she when my fingers bump over her ribs.
“Oh God,” she moans, her head falling back when my thumbs brush the underside of her bare breasts.
“You’re…you’re not wearing a bra.”
She shakes her head.
“You’ve been like this all evening, and I didn’t know?”
I mean, I hoped she was bare beneath it, but I wasn’t really expecting it.
“Easy access,” she whispers before arching her back and offering herself up to me.
My hands move without instruction from my brain, and she cries out when I gently squeeze her breasts.
“Oh my god, yes,” she gasps.
She’s the perfect handful. And her nipples…fuck, I bet they're incredible.
I want to rip my hoodie from her body and look, but I won’t. If she wants it gone, then she can remove it.
I pinch the hardened buds, and she instantly begins rolling her hips, seeking friction.
“So fucking hard for you right now,” I tell her.
“More,” she begs. “Please, Calvin. Give me more.”
As if she needs to ask.
But despite her pleas, I keep my focus on her tits for a little while longer. She whimpers and moans as I tease her, pinching her nipples and gently squeezing her swollen breasts.
Her hips move faster and faster, but she never finds what she’s seeking.
“Are you wet for me?” The question comes out as nothing more than a growl.
“Why don’t you find out?”
“You’re so perfect, do you know that?” I ask as I slide one of my hands down her stomach.
She trembles, her muscles bunching as I descend her body.
“I’ve been obsessed with watching you come for me since hearing you the other night,” I tell her as my fingertips hit the edge of her panties. “Hottest video call ever.”
Sienna thrusts her hips forward as I tease her, her fingers curling around my shoulders as she lifts herself up.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” I tease.
“Touch me, please,” she begs, and fuck if it isn’t the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I push my hand lower, finding nothing but smooth, soft skin.
“Beauty therapist, remember,” she forces out as my eyes go wide.
The thought of her preparing for this, for me, does weird things to my insides.
“Perfect.” Honestly, I’d say the same thing no matter what her pubic-hair situation was like. It doesn’t matter to me. As long as she’s happy, I’m happy.
“Fuck, Calvin,” she cries when my fingertips collide with her clit. Her body jolts like she’s just been struck by an electric current, and I reach out and wrap my free arm around her, holding her up.
“That’s it, darlin’. You’re doing so good for me,” I praise as I sink lower and— “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
“Yes,” she cries as I coat my fingers in her juices and drag them back to her clit.
It doesn’t take me long to learn what speed and pressure she likes. In only minutes, she’s trembling violently in my hold, unintelligible words tumbling from her lips as she gets close.
“That’s it, darlin’. Are you going to come all over my hand?”
She nods, her eyes barely open, her lips parted, and her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
It’s perfect, so fucking perfect.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell her. “All I’ve been able to think about for days is the sounds you make when you come.”
“Calvin,” she whimpers.
“I’m right here, darlin’. I’ll catch you, I promise.”
With those words, her orgasm crashes into her. And just like I predicted, it’s the most incredible sight in the world.
My name peels off her lips once more as she dives over the edge, her body convulsing and trembling as she rides the waves of pleasure.
“Oh my god,” she gasps before falling forward and collapsing against me.
Awkwardly, I pull my hand from her panties and wrap my arms around her as she fights to catch her breath.
I rub my hand up and down her back, telling her how incredible she is, what a good job she did.
I’m not sure if she hears a single word of it, but I don’t stop until she finally pulls her head from my shoulder and looks at me with tired, sated eyes.
A wide, proud smile spreads across my lips.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I-I don’t know,” she says happily. “That was…I’ve never…Thank you.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “You’re more than welcome, darlin’. Come here.”
Sinking my fingers into her hair, I kiss her again as I desperately try to ignore the situation in my pants.
Easier said than done when I’ve just watched the hottest thing ever.
She kisses me like I’m the most amazing human on the planet, and who am I to stop her?
The situation south of my waist only gets worse as our kiss heats up, and reluctantly, I lift her off my lap and lay her on the couch beside me, moving with her so I don’t have to break our kiss until the last minute.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I say as I stand to full height beside her.
Her eyes instantly lock on the unmistakable bulge that’s just above her eyeline, and I cringe.
“I’ll be right back,” I say in a rush before darting toward her bedroom and through to her attached bathroom.
I have my waistband undone and my pants around my hips in record time. My cock is thick, the head angry and covered in precum.
The second I wrap my hand around myself, I groan. I’m so fucking desperate, I don’t even register the volume.
I work myself hard and fast. There’s no teasing, no time wasting, I just need the relief, and it starts to build faster than I’ve ever known as I think about the woman I just left lying on the couch.
My balls are starting to draw up when fire races down one side of my body.
I squeeze my eyes closed, embarrassment burning my cheeks, but it’s too late to do anything like reach out and shut the door. Instead, I lose myself in the moment, hoping like hell she’s enjoying it as much as I am.
It only takes another thirty seconds before tingles erupt at the base of my spine.
“Fuck. Sienna, fuck.” I groan, spilling everything I have on her bathroom floor, my heart like a runaway train in my chest.
It takes me a good few seconds to recover and then clean up my mess. But the second I turn toward the door, there she is, watching with wide eyes and parted lips.
Talk about being caught red-handed.