Chapter 12 #2
“Thanks. It’s been days since the all clear, so it’s fine, but I’m anxious to do a deep clean, and I have to wait another twenty-four hours.” We walk into the kitchen. “So, I made lemon herb chicken breasts with couscous and snap peas. It should be ready soon.” She leans up against the counter.
“It smells amazing in here. Thank you for inviting me over for dinner.” I move in closer and reach for her hand. It’s like I can’t stop myself from wanting to touch her. And, fuck, after one kiss, I’m addicted to her.
“Noelle is always with Casey, so it just leaves me alone, and it’s no fun, cooking for one. Every decent recipe is for servings of four, so I’m left with an insane amount of leftovers.”
“You can always send them my way. I eat like a horse.”
“Aside from your famous wings, do you make anything else?”
“No. I just know how to make those.”
She places a hand on her hip. “Let me guess … your mom and sisters do all the cooking while the prince gets waited on.”
I cringe a little before I correct her. “We had a chef.”
Her jaw drops as she gapes at my response. “You really are a golden boy.”
“I wouldn’t mind learning to cook. I think I’d like to serve you.”
Her hand rises to her chest, and she crosses her arms. “Bo Callaway, you’re being devilishly charming, again.”
“Told you it was one of my best features. I can be an angel too.”
I raise my brows and hold my hand out to her. She walks toward me, and I pull her into me. Her soft skin is like silk under my calloused hands. She looks down at me with her bright eyes and holds my stare.
“I can’t figure out which part of you I adore more. The angel that rests on this shoulder,” she breathes as she runs a finger down the side of my neck and traces the path over my shoulder. It’s a simple action yet so damn erotic. It’s like I’ve never been touched by a girl before.
“Or the devil that says naughty things,” she adds and then makes the same soft tracing motion on the other side.
“You’re not so innocent yourself,” I tease. “No girl who can touch a man and make him want to drop to his knees is that angelic.”
She grabs the waistband of my sweatpants, which I’m sure are doing nothing to hide my growing dick, and her fingers curl over the elastic band.
My cock twitches at the feel of her fingers on my skin.
When she pulls on the band, my dick does a full salute, peeking out completely now, and she glances down.
“You bring out the best in me, I guess.” She smiles, and I damn near lose it.
“Chelsea …” I say in a deep, gravelly voice. “I’m about five seconds from losing control here.” I take my free hand and wrap it around the back of her neck.
“Chelsea …” I say in a deep, gravelly voice. “I’m about five seconds from losing control here.” I take my free hand and wrap it around the back of her neck.
“Mr. Quarterback, about to lose control, huh? I think I like the idea of that.” She releases the hand that’s holding mine and slides it around my waist to my ass. “Kiss me, Bo.”
I take her face in both hands now and tilt her chin up with my thumbs.
I don’t wait even a second before I lean down and kiss her.
But I want to take my time with this kiss because she’s not the kind of girl you waste a second with.
My tongue glides along hers, and she tastes sweet, like a lemon drop.
Her hand slips inside my sweats, and she takes ahold of my dick, slowly stroking up and down. She breaks the kiss with a whisper. “You know you’re huge, right? I can barely fit my hand around you.” Her hand curls around the head, smearing the pre-cum, then moves back down the shaft to the base.
I feel like I’m about to either pass out or blow; I’m so turned on right now. And the compliment about my dick size … yeah … that made me even harder.
“Chelsea, if you keep stroking me like this, I’m going to come before we get to the good part.”
“This isn’t the good part, huh?” She smirks before leaning in to kiss me. Her hand that was in my hair now holds my head in place while she devours my mouth and pumps my cock with her other hand. She sucks on my tongue, making me groan.
I drop my hands to her waist and lift her up and set her on the counter, her legs opening so I fit between them. I glide my hands up her smooth legs, my fingers slipping just under the hem. My thumbs stroke the insides of her thighs, and goose bumps pop up, so I know my touch is affecting her.
“Are you wet for me?” I trail my gaze from her face down to her pussy.
Her hand pulls out of my sweats. She lays her arms, relaxed, on my shoulders, and one of her hands runs up my neck and into my hair again.
She pulls me toward her, opening her legs wider, heat clear in her green eyes as she nods.
“Are you just gonna stand there, staring at me, or are you gonna do something about it?”
“You’re making it really hard for me to be good right now and take this slow.”
She leans in and nips my neck just below my ear. “I don’t want you to be good. I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. But I want to take my time with this pussy. I want to taste you, tease you, make you beg for it.” I move my hands to the waistband of her shorts. “May I?”
She nods, cheeks pink, smirk in place. Her hands move to her sides. Using her arms to support her, she pushes her hips up slightly.
Grabbing both sides of her shorts, I pull them and the scrap of lace under it off her legs. I slide my hands up her silky legs, sucking in a deep breath, gripping the top of her thighs, my thumbs resting near her bare pussy.
“Chelsea, you are perfect.” Honest to God, I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful than she is.
“So are you.” She leans forward and reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off of me.
Her hands skim down my chest and over my abs, making them contract.
She traces both sides of my Adonis belt to the band of my pants.
“Why is this so fucking hot?” She bites her bottom lip, watching her hands roam.
She slides them into the sides of my sweats and around to grab hold of my ass.
I lean in to kiss her again, and this time, it’s hot, wet, and urgent. I break away to catch my breath and pull down the strap of her tank top and move it down her shoulder to trail kisses along her neck and collarbone.
She pulls her hands out of my pants and raises her arms. “Take it off,” she demands.
“Fuck yes.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. Taking the thin fabric in my hands, I pull it off slowly, watching her tits bounce a little as I lift it over them, then over her head before tossing it behind me.
Her nipples are a dusty-rose color and perfectly peaked.
I drop down to one of her breasts, sucking the nipple into my mouth.
Her fingers run through my hair and pull on it when I take her nipple between my teeth, adding just enough pressure to make her moan.
“That feels so good.”
I take her other breast in my hand, squeezing it as I twirl my tongue around the other to ease the sting from my bite, then pull back to look her in the eye. “I want to make you feel everything.” With my free hand, I tuck one of her curls behind her ear.
“Come here.” Her hand that’s wrapped around my neck guides me to her mouth.
She traces my lips with her tongue, then slides it into my mouth, matching me stroke for stroke.
Her other hand takes mine off her breast and moves it down to her center.
“I want you here.” She covers my hand with hers and pushes our middle fingers into her pussy.
“Oh shit.” My cock jumps as we slide our fingers into her.
“Yes,” she moans. “More.” She pulls her hand away and reaches for my erection, nestled between us.
I pump my finger in and out, then add another to stretch her out. She’s hot and tight, and there’s no way I’ll fit if I don’t relax her a little more. “Feels like silk, baby. Open your legs wider for me.”
She pulls her legs up and props her heels on the edge of the counter, completely spread wide. “Like this?” She smirks.
“Just like that.” I lean forward and take her bottom lip and suck it between mine, then release it with a pop. “You look so pretty, spread out like this for me. Your pussy is dripping. All. For. Me.”
I tilt my head and kiss her again, plunging my tongue deep inside her mouth. My hips start rocking in rhythm with my fingers pumping in and out of her.
She pulls back, breathing heavy. “For you. And before I come, I want you to get on your knees and taste me.”
Goddamn.
When I start to feel her inner muscles contract, I pull my hand away and drop to my knees. With my thumbs, I spread her lips and swipe my tongue through her heat.
“Fuck yes. I want you to come on my tongue.”
“Yes, please. Just like that.” One of her hands is bracing her body, and the other hand moves to the top of my head. She grabs a handful of my hair, holding it. “Add your fingers and suck on my clit.”
Jesus, this woman is gonna kill me. I fist my cock in one hand to ease some of the pressure while I slide two fingers into her with my other hand.
I twirl my tongue around her clit, then wrap my lips around the nub and suck, making her hips lift from the counter.
There’s no doubt this countertop will need a thorough cleaning when I’m done with her.
She’s making a mess of it, and I love it.
“Bo,” she gasps, and when I look up at her, she tilts her head back. “Fuck. I’m gonna come. Add another finger and swirl your tongue like you did before. I’m so close.”
My pre-cum is leaking down my shaft, and I’m close to coming too. I have about a minute to decide if I’m coming in my hand or in her pussy. “Do you want to come like this or with my dick inside of you?” I still my hand inside of her.
She looks back at me, her chest rising up and down, and rolls her hips, fucking my hand. “I want your cock, but I’m not gonna last long.” Her inner walls squeeze me. “I’m on the pill, and I was tested over the summer.” Her fingers trace my face to my wet mouth. “I want you bare. Are you clean?”
“Yes, I’m clean,” I choke out.
I’ve never had sex without a condom. But I might die if I don’t get inside of her, so I’ll question my recklessness later when the man downstairs isn’t in control.
“Then get up here and fuck me, Bo.” She sits up as I remove my hand.
Bringing my fingers up, I put them into my mouth and suck, and then I pull them out slowly. “Fuck, you taste good.”
I wipe my thumb across her bottom lip, and her tongue peeks out, licking it.
I push my sweats down my legs and kick them to the side. Chelsea is looking at me like she wants to swallow me whole. And I fucking love it.
“Before we do this, I just want you to know that this isn’t a onetime thing for me. I want you. Not just tonight. I want to know everything about you, see inside your mind, and I want to own your body. Will you let me?”
She blinks slowly and swallows. “I’ll give you everything I can. I don’t want anyone else but you, Bo,” she says with a whisper. “Only you.”
“I’ll take it. In the meantime, I am yours. All of me.” I grip the base of my cock and rub the head through her wetness and circle her clit. I look up at her and see her eyes locked on my dick. “You like that, baby?”
She nods. “I need you inside me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I smirk at her, and she smiles back at me.
Then I grab her legs under her knees and pull her closer to the edge of the counter.
I push inside her heat slowly with short thrusts, letting her adjust to my size, both of us groaning loudly.
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight. I thought three fingers would be enough to get you ready for me. ”
“It stings but in a good way. Keep going. Deeper.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders. “I need to feel you deeper.”
I push in all the way into the hilt and stop. If I move, I’ll definitely come, and I need her to come first. “Chels, you feel so good. Please tell me you’re close. I can’t be a one-pump loser.”
She giggles, and it squeezes my cock, making my eyes roll back.
“I’m close, I promise. Now, fuck me.” She tilts her hips, rocking against me.
So, I do. I pull out, not all the way, then slam back into her.
Then I lean in and take her lips in a wet kiss.
We kiss until we need to catch our breath, but my mouth hovers over hers, our tongues still seeking one another’s.
It’s most definitely the hottest moment of my life.
I can feel sweat forming on my brow, but there’s no way in hell I’m stopping to wipe it off.
She pulls back and rests her forehead against mine. “I’m almost there. Harder.” She’s watching my dick move in and out of her. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You have the most perfect dick.”
“Fuck. Come, baby.” I pump faster, deeper. “I’m gonna come.”
She reaches between us, and I think she’s going to play with her clit with her fingers, but she spreads them on either side of my dick and pushes the heel of her hand onto her clit instead.
It’s sensation overload for me, as I feel her inner walls contract around my dick, feel her fingers as I push in and out, and feel her rubbing against her clit.
My balls tighten just as she starts to come.
“Bo! Oh my God, fuck yes.” Her head tilts back, and I suck her neck as I start to come. Her skin is damp and salty. And tastes divine.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me in closer, hugging me. I can feel her heart beating against mine. I rest my head against hers, and a calmness I’ve never felt rushes over me.
Yes, I’ve been attracted to her, and I’ve wanted to get to know her, but this connection I feel with her makes me know without a doubt, as I stand here with her in my arms, that this is where I want to be forever. And there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go. For anyone.