59. Sienna
SIENNA
Alaugh erupts, but then Calvin wraps his hands around my thighs, dragging me down onto his face and immediately sucking on my clit. The laugh quickly turns into a moan as pleasure floods through my me.
Fuck, I’ve missed him.
His fingers dig into the softness of my thighs as his tongue laves at me. In only seconds, I’m trembling, my release rushing forward faster than I’ve ever known.
You told the girls that nothing was going to happen tonight, a little voice whispers, but I shove it aside in favor of enjoying what Calvin is doing.
“Been fucking dying for this.” He groans beneath me, the vibrations of his deep voice adding to the pleasure.
“Oh God,” I whimper.
“You’re soaking my face, darlin’.”
Fire licks through my body as my face and chest heat at his filthy words.
“You really did miss me, huh?”
I nod, my mouth opening to respond, but no words break free; I’m too lost to the building orgasm.
He works me so perfectly and has me teetering on the edge in record time.
“Calvin,” I whimper, dropping one hand, twisting my fingers in his hair until it probably hurts. He doesn’t complain, though; if anything, he only gets hungrier.
“So fucking hard for you right now.”
I look back and discover he’s right. His sweats are tented. My mouth waters, and my grip on both him and the headboard tightens with my need to reach for him, to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel right now.
The thought of getting on my knees for him, taking him in my mouth and tasting him, is the final push I need.
He sucks on my clit once more, and I go flying off the edge.
Lights flash behind my eyes as pleasure floods my limbs.
I tremble and convulse, but Calvin holds me up, working me through it to ensure I feel every single second of the pleasure.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, slumping against the headboard.
I lift up, allowing him to breathe, and my eyes widen when I see just how wet his face is.
Oh my god.
“Anyone would think you’ve been thinking about me doing that to you,” he remarks before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
My cheeks burn, and his smirk grows.
My fantasies might not have been exactly what we just did, but they always, always involve him.
“My dirty girl,” he muses as I finally find the strength to move and shimmy back down his body. “Hi,” he rasps as I lower my face above his.
I don’t respond. Words aren’t necessary. Instead, I crash my lips to his. The second his tongue sneaks out, stroking mine, I taste myself on him.
His hands are everywhere as we kiss, and before long, I can’t help but grind down on his thick length again.
“Hungry girl.” He groans into our kiss.
“Your turn,” I rasp before working my way down his body.
His eyes stay locked on me as I kiss my way down his chest, circling the flat discs of his nipples before tracking every single indentation of his abs with the tip of my tongue.
“Sienna.” He groans when I work my way down the deep V line that sinks beneath the waistband of his boxers.
His fingers twist in my hair, but despite his obvious desperation, he never forces me lower; he just lets me take my time.
Reaching out, I stroke him over his sweats. The second I make contact with his solid length, his hips jump from the bed.
“Fuck, yes.” He groans.
I have no doubt that if I were to continue like this, I could probably make him blow in his pants. But as hot as that is, I want more.
He hisses when I release him, but the second I tuck my fingers beneath the waistband of his sweats, his eyes flash with delight.
I tug them down, and smile, as his hard cock springs free, hitting his abs and leaving a smear of precum there.
It’s a mind-blowing sight. His thick, long dick, his six pack, his smoldering eyes.
And the thing that really makes my head spin…he’s like this because of me.
I did this to him. He wants me this badly.
My core tightens with the need to feel him inside me. It’s a feeling that I missed for so long. Anytime it appeared, it would be smothered by fear. But it’s nothing like that with Calvin.
There is no fear, just excitement and need.
So much fucking need.
But while I think I might be ready to take things to the next step, it won’t be happening tonight.
I wasn’t even meant to be doing this tonight.
A full-body shudder rips through him when I wrap my fingers around his length and stroke him slowly.
“Sienna,” he grits out, his eyes locked on where we’re connected. “I’m not gonna last.”
His cock jerks in my hold, only confirming what he’s saying.
I smirk at him before shifting my position.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts as I lean over him and lick the bead of precum that’s gathered at his tip. “I’m really not gonna—holy—” His words die as I take him in my mouth, letting his taste coat my tongue.
His hips jump as he fights to hold on, to last longer. The problem is, I don’t want him to last. I want to blow his fucking mind.
With one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, working in time with my mouth, I shift the other to his balls, squeezing gently.
“Sienna. Fuck. That’s. Fuck. Shit, Sienna.” He groans as his body locks up and his cock jerks violently in my mouth, spilling his seed all over my tongue.
I suck him through his release, making sure I get it all before swallowing him down.
When I sit up, he’s slumped on the bed with his chest heaving and the widest smile.
“Come here,” he rasps, reaching for me and pulling me into his body.
His arms wrap around me as our legs tangle together.
His heaving breaths and the fast-paced thump of his heart beneath my ear are the only things I can hear for the longest time as we just lie there together, coming down from our highs.
“I really fucking missed you,” Calvin whispers into the silence after long seconds. “And I’m sorry, I—”
“I know you are. You don’t need to—”
“I do. I fucked up, and as much as I want to tell you that I won’t do it again, there is every chance that I will. It fucking kills me to admit that, but I have no idea what I’m doing here. I’ve never done this before, but I want it. I want it so fucking bad.”
“What about the bunnies and the parties and—”
“I’ll take you to the parties, although I must admit, they’ve lost their appeal these days. I’d much rather be snuggling naked with you.”
The last bit of weight I’ve been carrying around from the last couple of weeks without him finally lifts.
“I do like the naked snuggling,” I confess, attempting to get even closer to him, although it’s not possible.
“Me too,” he agrees.
“I can tell,” I say, gently nudging his hard cock with my leg.
He groans. “I can’t stop it. Every time I’m near you, I’m hard.”
I giggle like a schoolgirl as my happiness spills over.
“Do you fancy dessert now?” he asks, suddenly rolling me onto my back so he can loom over me.
“I thought we just had it,” I tease as he trails his finger between my breasts, making my nipples pucker.
“Hmm. I could eat more, though.”
His words might be innocent, but they drip with innuendo, making my thighs clench.
“I…I…uh…”
“I promise you won’t regret it.”
Every muscle south of my waist tightens, heat flooding my core.
Before I can say anything else, he swings his legs off the bed, giving me a fantastic view of his muscular back and bubble ass before tugging his sweats up. Thankfully, he leaves them hanging low on his hips and foregoes putting his shirt back on.
“I’m gonna go and—shit.” He pauses at the end of the bed, his eyes on his closed bedroom door. “The bird has gone, right?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Yes. I watched it fly out the windows and closed them quickly so it couldn’t get back in.”
He releases a heavy sigh of relief, nods, and continues toward the door.
“How did it even get in?” I ask, rolling over so I can keep watching him.
“My housekeeper was in today. She has an obsession with opening the windows to let the air in. Something she’s going to stop from this point forward. Go clean up, I’ll have dessert ready in ten minutes.”
Calvin disappears from my sight, but I don’t immediately roll out of his bed. Instead, I push my face into his pillow and inhale.
I’m in Calvin Keller’s bed.
A little thrill goes through me, and I kick my legs in excitement.
But it’s not just Calvin Keller’s bed. It’s Vinny’s bed. That sweet boy from that summer all those years ago.
Calvin is the man the rest of the world sees. Vinny keeps himself hidden. And I’m so unbelievably grateful that I’m one of the ones who gets to know him.
After breathing in his scent for longer than I’m willing to admit, I roll onto my stomach and stare at the photo of us.
We’re so young and innocent. Both of our faces were glowing from long days out in the Texan sun.
Calvin’s hair is almost blond from the amount of time he spent outdoors, and it’s also short and spiked on top.
Looking at him, it’s easy to see how I missed the obvious.
He was small back then; he didn’t look like a hockey player at all.
But years of hard work has changed everything.
He isn’t a boy anymore. He’s all man.
My man.
With a smile playing on my lips, I grab my discarded pajamas and pull the door open that Calvin emerged from earlier, glad to find a bathroom.
I shake my head at the thought of him hiding in here from that tiny bird.
Once I’ve cleaned, I head back out to find Calvin setting two bowls of dessert on his coffee table.
“That looks incredible,” I say, eyeing the fresh fruit that tops the bowls.
“It’s a cheat—Greek yogurt instead of cream.”
“It’s perfect,” I say, getting comfortable on his couch. Despite it being huge, he doesn’t sit on the other side of the sectional; instead, he lowers himself right beside me, so close that our shoulders brush.
“You okay?” he asks as he hands me a bowl.
“I’m great. You?”
“Incredible. Gonna miss you again when you leave town, though.”
“You’re spending the holidays with the guys, right? Like you did Thanksgiving?” Unease twists me up inside that he might be planning on spending it alone.
That can’t happen. It just can’t.
“That’s the plan.”
“Good. I’ll only be gone for a few days; I have to be back for work. We’re fully booked in the run-up to New Year’s.”
“That’s incredible.”
“We went to see the places I found to expand into,” I tell him proudly.
“Yeah?” he asks, his eye lighting up. “And?”
“They’re both great. Bea is seriously considering it. She’s going to look more at it in the new year. She’ll be on maternity leave and will have more time to crunch the numbers, but I have a good feeling about it.”
“That’s incredible. I’m so proud of you.”
I smile at him. “I’m proud of you, too. Everything you’ve achieved since we met that summer is unbelievable. And I know, deep down, your family is proud of you too.”