Chapter 44
Chapter Forty-Four
Foster
I’m getting ready to leave for my game when there’s a knock on my bedroom door.
“Come in.” My back is turned toward the door as I face my bag on top of the dresser.
The door creaks open. “Leaving soon?”
“Yeah, in, like, five. What’s up?” I toss a clean shirt in my bag. Since it’s a home game, I don’t need much. Just a change of clothes. We’re supposed to go to dinner with everyone afterward.
“I was hoping you were still here.” She hugs me from behind, her hands reaching around my waist, fingers going right for the button on my jeans.
“What are you doing?” I watch her fingers manipulate my button and zipper flawlessly.
“Turn around.” Her voice is a whisper.
I turn to face her, and my dick goes from soft to rock hard in record time.
Shit.
“Callie.” I almost choke on her name.
I only get a glimpse of her standing there in a blue lingerie set. The sexiest thing about it might be the swell of her belly over her panties.
She falls to her knees and looks up at me. “You’ve been such a good student, I think you deserve a reward.”
Her fingers hook into the waistband of my pants, and she drags them down my legs.
“Is this, like, my gold star?” I run my hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face because I don’t want to miss one moment of this.
“Keep doing such good work, and you can expect a lot more gold stars.” She rubs her palm over my boxer briefs, her eyes never leaving mine. “Do you want to sit or stand?”
I run my hand over her face, my thumb running across her bottom lip. “Hate to tell you, but you can do whatever, and I won’t be complaining. My body is a pretty simple machine.”
She chuckles, nibbling on the pad of my thumb. She does that a lot, and every time, my dick twitches.
“Standing it is.” She pulls down the waistband of my boxer briefs, resting it under my balls.
Her gaze on my dick undoes me. It’s like she’s salivating for a taste of it, stirring something feral inside me.
She wraps her hand around my length, and my body goes tight, every muscle constricting. I swallow hard and reach for anything to grab onto.
Callie glances up, and the look on her face punches the air out of my chest. Her desire to do this, to please me, is so clear. She’s clueless about how hot she looks on her knees in front of me, my dick inches from her mouth.
“Callie,” I breathe, but it comes out strangled.
She adjusts her hands, using light pressure on her stroke, and my head tips back. A groan slips out of me. My skin prickles, my heart rate picking up.
She moves with patience that feels on the edge of cruel because she’s going painstakingly slow. But I have no complaints—she can delay my gratification all she wants.
I look down again, the urge to watch her too hard to fight, but I regret it instantly. Her tongue is out, and I squeeze my eyes shut as soon as she licks up my shaft.
Holy hell.
“Look at me.”
I do as she says and her eyes don’t stray from me, watching me like I do her when we’re together—studying what makes her tick, what brings her pleasure.
Even though she could do just about anything, and I’d be good, she wants to be sure I’m enjoying it.
She wants to learn how to please me. Nothing is sexier than that.
I slide my fingers into her hair, gathering it gently and holding it in my fist. My other hand lands on the edge of my dresser, and I grip it so hard my knuckles ache.
She moans around my dick, and it unravels me. My breathing turns rough when she encases my entire tip in her mouth, and her lips stretch around my length.
All too quickly, her hot mouth is gone, but she continues to work me with her hand.
“Tell me if you need me to do something different.” Her voice is quiet, as though she’s offering me control while having no idea that her taking charge is hot as fuck.
“I don’t.”
Her big brown eyes flash with satisfaction, and she continues, remaining unhurried, and my mind goes blank. My only awareness is of her—her hand, her mouth, her saliva, her sounds.
Damn. The sounds coming out of her make it seem as though she’s enjoying herself as much as I am. But I can guarantee that isn’t the case.
The pressure in my balls builds too fast. I tense, trying to slow it, to make it last, because I don’t want this moment to end.
“Callie,” I warn breathlessly.
She glances up at me, continuing to stroke my base, to pop her mouth up and down on me. I swear she’s smiling with her eyes.
She takes more of me in, and my hand tightens in her hair, desperation clawing up my spine. My hips jerk forward a fraction, and my hand grips the dresser corner until the wood creaks.
“Fuck.”
The room grows fuzzy, my pulse skyrockets, and sweat beads down my spine. My knuckles are white. I’m barely able to stand, watching her work me as if she’s done it for years.
I push myself to look anywhere but at her, but the need to watch her takes hold, too strong for me to fight. And as I glance down and see her doe eyes looking up at me, something hits me in the chest.
This isn’t just sex.
I’ve been a fool to think this is some transactional swap between us. Because I’m already thinking about picking her up after this, laying her down on my bed, and eating her out. Making sure she gets hers. And that’s not me. She’s found something inside me I didn’t think existed.
The thought snaps something in me.
I’m gone.
My head drops back, my chest heaves, and every nerve in my body lights up like a switchboard.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn her, but she doesn’t move, continuing to work me over. “Shit… Callie… fuck… God.” I’m a mumbling mess until my balls draw up, and I jolt forward, catching myself on the corner of the dresser for the millionth time.
My release barrels up my shaft, and she doesn’t move, swallowing me down. After she’s done, she licks my dick while her hooded eyes stare up at me.
When the orgasm fog clears, I’m still in the same position with one hand on the dresser and one in her hair.
Callie slowly rises, hands sliding up my thighs, then my waist, and she presses her cheek to my stomach for half a second, trailing kisses the rest of the way.
I’m completely wrecked for this woman. There’s no denying it anymore.
I place my hand on the back of her neck and taste myself on her tongue. She ends our kiss too fast for my liking.
“You okay?”
I’m pretty sure she’s asking about the orgasm, but I can’t help but relate it to her presence in my life. I laugh breathlessly. “No.”
Her eyes soften. “Good.” Then she smacks my ass. “Now you have a game to play.”
She steps back, but I grab her hand, pulling her into me, kissing her one last time.
“You’ll be in the stands?” I ask, already knowing she will be, but for some reason, today it seems more important.
“I’ll be there waiting for ‘Crazy Train’ to blare out of the speakers.”
I rest my forehead on hers, unable to stop my smile, because I’m starting to want things that are really dangerous, but I can’t seem to stop myself from taking them—even if they’re only temporary.
The buzzer rings in my condo.
“I think you’re being summoned,” she says.
I draw back from her and soak in the sight of her in blue lacy lingerie. “You’re going to wear that again tonight, right? So I can take it off of you?”
“Do you need a lesson on how to undress a woman?”
“Yeah, I always fumble my way through it.”
She laughs. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but these panties are really wet right now. I should probably change them.”
My dick perks up. “Shit, Callie, I’m hard again.”
She laughs again and turns toward the door, stopping in the doorway. “Good luck, Reaper.” She winks, and I bite my lip while watching her leave.
Jax was wrong. I’m not smitten—I’m obsessed.