He made a feeble protest at my advances.
“I shut them off,” I told him.
His hands immediately dropped from my lower back to my ass. He pressed his hardness into my center and tongued me desperately.
Normally Cal would protest not wanting to betray my parents’ trust, but we’d been through so much in the last twenty-four hours that we needed the solace of one another’s touch.
“Take me upstairs,” I whispered into his ear between kisses.
“Fuck, Ellison. What’ll you do to me.” He lifted me, still astride his lap, sliding his forearms under my ass. He climbed the stairs, his forehead pressed to mine, his eyes never breaking contact with mine. “Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?”
I couldn’t answer. I didn’t want to destroy what little hope he had left in his heart. I threw my head back instead and let my hair fall down back. Calvin kissed my neck, the nips and gentle suction ignited a fire between my legs. He felt it too, the hardness pressed up against me signaling his desperation.
“He just scared me, Cal, but he didn’t hurt me.” I whispered the words into his neck returning his kisses and love bites. “I want you to touch me, so I can forget that night ever happened.”
Calvin banged open my door and tossed me onto the bed. He’d never been allowed up here before and his eyes swept my room taking it all in.
“So, this is it, huh?” He walked to the window and peered across the street at his house. We’d watched each other through those portholes ever since I moved to this town.
I stripped off my t-shirt and boy shorts while he’s distracted, laid back on my pillows and curled my body seductively to tempt him. My hands I placed behind my head to give the air of confidence, but inside I was shaking, terrified of what he’d make of my scars.
“Ellison,” he mouthed. His jaw dropped when he turned. Then little by little, starting at my feet, his gaze devoured my body as his eyes scanned upward to my face. My skin prickled under his intense stare, gooseflesh erupted across my skin.
He climbed on the bed and removed his t-shirt in one fell swoop. Calvin walked up the bed on his knees and I could see the outline of his cock as it strained against his sweats.
“There’s no one else I’d ever give myself to. If you want to have sex; I’m ready.”
Calvin couldn’t peel his gaze from my body. He lifted my arm that’s riddled with cut marks and kissed the back of my hand like a prince.
“I wouldn’t do that to your parents, El. They trust me. That time will come soon enough.”
I pouted at his answer, and he smiled. Cal brushed his fingers over my lips and then planked over me until our bodies were lined up. I reached out and rubbed my hands over all of his ink. His naked torso was at once intimidating and utterly breathtaking. He looked so grown up, so badass, even dangerous—but I knew his heart.
“I can think of other ways to make you lose your mind. In a good way. Trust me.”
He brushed his lips against mine tenderly before plunging his tongue in. I kissed him back hungrily and arched my body to meet his hardness, flagrantly rubbing myself on him.
He slipped down my body dropping kisses on every mole, freckle, and scar. He kissed the swell of my breast and then sucked the aching tip into his mouth. Warmth blossomed in my center as he swirled his tongue over the hardened peak. I was so wet I was embarrassed, but moans of pleasure left my mouth unannounced to me.
Cal slid down farther and I writhed to escape his scrutiny. We didn’t turn the lights off and I was sure my excitement had already stained the bedcovers. It felt like the first time I’d ever let anyone really look at me. Naked and vulnerable, covered in scars, both physical and emotional. I’d guarded my heart in so many ways since Adler passed, and here it was, beating out in the open, contained in the palm of Cal’s hand. He beckoned me out of my protective shell and encouraged me to let my guard down and let him in. Now I couldn’t hold back the love that flowed from me, seemed to peak and bubble over with his touch. I felt bound to Cal for eternity, where we could create a forever story with our love.
When his mouth took gentle control of my most intimate parts, I couldn’t hold back the moans that jumped forth, or the thrust of my hips that eagerly offered him more of myself. He laved me up and down my center until I was drenched in my own arousal, to the point of delirium where I could no longer control my body.