Chapter 16 #2
We walk out of the library together, and no one gives us funny looks or anything—thank God. That would have been bad for me if we had gotten caught, but probably worse for him. I can’t deny it was hotter than hell though, and I don’t regret taking the risk. Not one bit.
We picked up our order of food from The Font on our way back to my place, and we’re finishing up our meals now. Bo has been kind of quiet or maybe contemplative since we left the library. I don’t know if he’s just tired or he has something on his mind.
He’s told me about the game from his perspective, and something that I admire about Bo is that he is a true team leader in every sense, but he’s also humble.
He talks about the mistakes he made in the game and how he could have played better.
And I don’t have much to offer in terms of advice or feedback so I just listen.
“So, what should we do tonight?” He gathers his trash and puts it in the empty container, then reaches for mine. “You done?”
“Yeah, I’m done. Thank you.” I wipe my mouth one more time and put the napkin in the container in his hands. “And I don’t care. I’m sure you’re tired, so why don’t we just chill and watch a movie or something?”
He throws away our containers, then washes his hands. “That sounds good. I could also use a shower.”
“Okay, that’s fine. You know where the towels are.” I point toward the hallway where the closet is that holds our towels and other miscellaneous items for the apartment.
Bo walks back over to me and holds out his hands to grab mine. So, I put my hands in his, and he pulls me up from my chair.
“I think you should join me.” He walks backward toward the bathroom.
“You do, huh?” I smirk. “I could do that.”
We haven’t showered together yet. We’ve had sex on almost every surface of this apartment and most of his, but never showered together.
“I do.” He releases one of my hands and keeps the other in his as he enters the bathroom, which he looks huge in because it’s not that big of a room.
I drop his hand and slide the shower door open to turn the water on.
We have a bathtub-shower combo, which should give us both room to fit.
When I turn around to face him, he’s pulling his shirt off, and I take a minute to admire him.
He’s got muscles for days and a trimmed trail of hair below his belly button, going down into his jeans.
Seriously, just looking at him turns me on.
My eyes drop to his groin, and I see an outline of his dick already hardening in his pants.
Which gives me another idea. I haven’t given him a blow job yet, and I suddenly have a craving to taste him.
He smirks at me, like he can read my mind, and slowly unbuttons his pants while I take my tank top and bra off. He pushes down his jeans and boxers at the same time, and his cock springs free, erect against his stomach. It’s very possible that I’m drooling.
We’ve gotten naked with each other before, but somehow, this seems more sensual than ever.
In a move that makes me feel more confident than I am, I lightly run my fingers over my skin, from my breasts to the waistband of my short, ruffled skirt.
I tuck my fingers inside and slide my skirt and my panties down my legs, watching Bo’s face as I do it.
His blue eyes roam over my body in appreciation, and he walks toward me. Framing my face in his hands, he leans in and kisses me slowly, deeply.
I brush my fingers from his chest down to his cock, making goose bumps appear on his skin. When I wrap my hand around him, he breaks the kiss and sucks in a breath.
“Let’s get in the shower.” I release him and take his hand, and we step into the shower together.
I stand under the water first, letting it rain down my body, and he trails the water with his fingers, tracing every curve. With my hair completely wet now, I twist it and tuck it into a bun at the top of my head. Then I reach over to the body wash and squirt some in my hand.
Opening his palm, I wipe the body wash into his hand. “Wash me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He rubs his hands together to spread it evenly, and then he starts at my shoulders and moves down to my breasts. He takes both breasts in his hands and squeezes. “Perfect handful.”
His gaze meets mine, and he has a devilish grin. He massages my breasts, paying special attention to my pebbled nipples, pinching and tugging on them, which only turns me on even more.
My breathing is getting faster with every pull. I slide my hands up his sides, then down to his waist and around to his butt, bringing him in closer to me. “Do you like washing me?”
Who is this breathy siren?
He nods, smile widening on his face. “It might just be my new favorite thing. Everything about you turns me on, but touching you like this makes me feel like I’m gonna lose control.”
“You’re doing so good, making me clean and turning me on. Getting me ready for your thick cock.” I move one of my hands around to take hold of his erection at the base and start to slide my hand up and down.
“Fuck, baby. You can’t say things like that and expect me to make it to the main event.” His hand moves from my breast to my center, cupping me and sliding his middle finger through my folds. Then he pushes his finger inside of me as he bends down to kiss me.
Our tongues tangle, and then I suck on his tongue, making him groan.
I turn us in the water, still moving my hand up and down his shaft, making it so he’s standing under the spray.
I break the kiss to let the water run over him, and with his hand that’s not pumping into my pussy, he wipes the water from his face and brushes back his hair.
Why that’s so sexy, I don’t know, but it fucking is.
I look down at his cock, and for a second, I worry I won’t be able to fit my mouth over him. But I’m going to try anyway because I absolutely need to taste him. And I’m kind of mad at myself for not doing this sooner. So, I drop to my knees and look up at him.
“Oh shit. Baby, you don’t need to do that.” He cups my chin and tilts it up so I’m looking at him. “I mean, I’m not gonna stop you.” He laughs. “But you don’t have to.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Desperately.” I slide my hand down to his base and tilt his cock toward my mouth and run my tongue over the tip, then circle his thick crown.
He groans and thrusts into my mouth, like he can’t control it. “Fuck me, that feels so good.”
Bo is long and thick, and I’m not sure how deep I’ll be able to take him.
But I wrap my lips around the head and stretch my mouth as wide as I can to get around him, then work my way down as far as I can, which isn’t very far.
Then he thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, making me choke and my eyes water.
He hears me choke and starts to pull out of my mouth, but I stop him with my other hand on his ass, holding him in place. I look up at him through my lashes and shake my head as much as I can, letting him know I don’t plan to stop.
So, he grabs hold of the twisted knot on the top of my head and pulls my hair just enough to make me moan around his dick. The sting of the pull surprisingly goes straight to my pussy.
I drop my hand from his ass and bring my fingers to my center, rubbing my clit in the same tempo that I’m pumping his cock.
I’m soaked—and not just from the water of the shower.
My mouth barely goes past his crown, so I take short, shallow pulls on his head, and I can feel him as he twitches in my hand.
He continues to fuck my mouth as I suck, both hands on top of my head, holding me in place. My eyes are watering, and I can feel the saliva dripping out of my mouth, but I don’t stop. His hips start to piston a little faster, and then he abruptly pulls his dick out of my mouth.
“I need to finish inside you.” He bends slightly and pulls me up from under my arms. He kisses me quickly, then turns me around to face the wall. “Get ready, baby, I’m going hard.”
I put my hands on the tiles and look over my shoulder at him and smile.
He has a feral look on his face as his eyes roam over my body.
I spread my legs as his hands run down my back to my butt.
He squeezes, then spreads my cheeks apart.
One of his thumbs presses on my tight hole.
I’ve never been taken there, and I don’t think that’s the plan right now because I think I’d need a whole lotta prep work to go there with his size.
But I can’t deny that the pressure of it feels kinda … good.
With his other hand, he takes his cock and runs the head through my center to my opening. Without hesitation, he pushes in, all the way to the hilt, making me gasp. “You ready, baby?”
I nod and push my hips into him. “Fuck me, Bo.”
He pulls out slowly, his hand holding his erection as he withdraws, then slams back into me, hard.
When he pulls back again, he comes out completely, then puts his thumb that was pressing on my other hole inside my pussy, pumping, soaking it with my arousal.
He replaces his thumb with his dick, and the pressure on my ass is there again.
This time, his thumb breaks through the barrier of the opening.
It’s sort of an odd feeling, but also really fucking hot. It’s almost a sensation overload actually. His dick is sliding in and out, and his thumb is pumping in and out of my ass. I feel full in the very best way. I push against his dick and thumb, forcing them both deeper, and moan.
He grabs my hair again and pulls my head back and thrusts faster. The need to touch him overwhelms me, so I move one hand to his thigh, feeling the muscles in his leg flex as we fuck. My grip tightens on him as my orgasm hits me in a rush.
Bo lets go of my hair and removes his thumb, then grabs my waist, squeezing as he pumps faster into me, chasing his orgasm. He yells out as he comes, “You feel so good, baby. Holy fuck!”
With one last thrust, he releases inside of me. He pulls me up so my back is against his chest, and he wraps his arms around my waist. His lips find my neck, and he kisses me reverently, his breathing evening out.
I turn my head to find his lips, and we kiss softly, slowly. My hands rest on his arms, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so close to him. We didn’t just fuck; we made love.
As we stand there, kissing, he pulls out of my body. The water starts to run colder, and he leans back and breaks the kiss. “We’d better finish up before we turn to ice cubes.”
I step under the spray and make quick work of washing my body—again—rinsing off his cum that’s dripping down my legs while he washes his hair.
When I’m done, I move so he can finish, and then I step out of the shower, grabbing my towel off the bar.
He comes out while I’m wrapping my towel around me, and I knot it on top of my head.
I bend down to grab my clothes, and he reaches for me.
“Let’s leave the clothes. We can clean up later.”
“Okay, but let me get you a towel. We forgot to grab one for you before we came in here.” I stand and go out of the bathroom and grab him a towel from the hall closet.
He’s standing in front of the mirror when I return, running his hands through his hair. If I had washed my hair, it would have been a whole process, but for him, a simple finger-combing works just fine. And literally everything he does looks sexy, including this.
I hand him the towel, and he wraps it around his waist and doesn’t bother drying his body. Then he takes my hand in his and we walk to my bedroom. It’s not too late yet, but I get the feeling he’s just ready to be in bed.
We separate, and he walks to the other side of the bed. Together, we pull the sheet and comforter back. I untie my towel and climb in at the same time he does. I lie on my side, facing him. Once I get comfortable, he faces me, too, one of his arms tucked under the pillow.
His hand touches my face as we look into each other’s eyes. “Chelsea, I …” He pauses and sucks in a deep breath. “I just need you to know that I’m really invested in this. Us.” He exhales.
I’m not sure that’s what I expected him to say, but I’m glad he did. We haven’t really defined our relationship; we have just been living in the moment—or at least I thought so. But I think this weekend apart had us both thinking about more than what might happen tomorrow.
“I feel the same.” I’m not really sure how to articulate it without getting into my past—that I might not be the best at knowing what to do about all these feelings or what we should do from here.
“Good. I’m relieved.” He chuckles as his hand moves down my arm, and he takes my hand in his.
“I just feel like it’s really important for me to lay it out there because I don’t ever want you to doubt that you’re a priority for me.
I know I have a lot going on this year with the draft, and you have to figure out where you’re going to law school, but I want us to be there for each other.
I guess I just wanted you to know that, and I want to see where your head is. ”
I’m starting to wonder if this is why he was quiet on our way home.
“Yes, we both have a lot going on, and I do feel invested in us. It’s definitely not something I expected, but I’m happy I have you in my life. I don’t know that I can even imagine life without you now, honestly.”
“Really?” he asks, eyebrows raised, looking hopeful.
I’m not sure Bo Callaway has ever had to feel like the world wasn’t his, so I’m sure this is a foreign feeling to him, just like it is for me to open up to someone. Yet I still don’t think I’m ready to tell him all of it.
“Really.” I let go of his hand and trace his face with my finger.
He really is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe he’s mine.
He sits up and rests his weight on his elbow and forearm. “Can I tell you something else without you getting freaked out?”
Oh shit.
“Yeah, of course.” I swallow.
He tucks a loose piece of hair behind my ear. “I’m in love with you, Chelsea. Like, crazy in love with you. I don’t expect you to say anything back. I just need you to know that’s where I am.”
I’m not sure if I feel elated or terrified. Maybe a little of both. But I know I don’t want to lose this man because I love him too. So, despite my fears about losing myself to someone else, I let go.
“I love you too.”