thirteen
Evan
I don’t know what made me kiss Callie at this very moment, but I had to.
Maybe it’s the way her hair is falling down her shoulders or how overwhelmingly gorgeous she is. There is something about the way her hair curls that urges me to tangle my fingers in it. I didn’t expect her to be in my room. She shouldn’t have been, but the moment I saw her, I was blown away by her. Not just the way she looks, but everything about her. Her eyes, her lips, her smile. Everything.
She moves into me, her hands coming to rest on my chest as I wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her even closer as I glide my other hand up into her hair. I tangle my fingers like I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and I hold her close. She slides her hand up my neck, holding my jaw as our lips move together urgently but slowly. She tastes as good as I imagined, maybe even better. Her lips are sticky from her lip gloss, and she tastes like the Goldfish she was eating. I’ve wondered what it would feel like to have her in my arms, but not even my imagination could have prepared me for this. Callie is full of muscle, every inch of her, but she’s soft in my arms. Her skin is silky, and the dress she wears is like velvet against my arm.
My mind is racing, and I want to critique the way I’m kissing her, but she seems to like it. She moves her hands down my body and under my shirt, her fingers cold against my burning-hot skin. My breath catches against her lips, and she smiles before running her tongue along my bottom lip. I’m leaned over since she’s so small, and my neck hurts, but there is no way I’m stopping this kiss. I didn’t even realize how badly I wanted this until her mouth was on mine. She circles her arms around my waist, to the small of my back, tucking her hands into my waistband and pushing her body into mine.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t rock hard the moment I saw her, but now, I’m so hard I’m throbbing everywhere. I can’t even fathom why my younger brother comes to mind, but he does. I hate that I’m jealous that he has had the real release. That he has experienced the real deal, and I haven’t. I know I’m in the middle of doing just that, but something is holding me back. I feel like I should tell her or even confirm this isn’t just some random hookup. I mean, I gotta see her daily, and I enjoy her company.
Fuck, why am I thinking so hard? Why can’t I enjoy this?
Callie pulls back, and when her eyes meet mine, I think she knows I’m freaking out. She removes her hands from my waistband and reaches for my hand that’s behind her back. Her eyes never leave mine as she guides me to my bed. “Stop thinking. I want this. I want you.”
Well, hell. She pushes me back onto my bed and climbs into my lap like a cat on the prowl. Her body is thick, heavy against mine as her knees come to my hips. Her eyes are so dark, so hooded, and so fucking sexy, I’m just lost in her. Callie slides her hands up my arms, and she cups my neck before her mouth finds mine. Unable to think or even react, I fall victim to her drawn-out kisses, and I feel them all over my body. I feel the heat of her through my jeans, calling to my cock the way the sea called to Moana. Thanks, Zac, for that vision. The kid loves that movie. I do too, but fuck me, why am I thinking of Disney and not enjoying this gorgeous woman who’s in my lap?
I’m fucked in the head.
I stroke my hands along her thighs and find that her dress is almost at her waist, exposing her ass. She has a thong on, I find as I tangle my fingers in the little string between her cheeks. I want to yank it off. I want to bury myself so fucking deep in her, I’m shaking, but I’m scared I won’t do it right. She’s obviously experienced and knows what she wants.
I don’t want to be a loser.
She moves against me, rubbing her center against my hardness, and I’m about to explode. My fingers bite into her ass as her lips move from mine to my jaw, nibbling and sucking on my skin. I lengthen my neck for her, my breath catching as she continues her assault on my throat. When she scoots back, her ass filling my hands, I lift up my head and see her unzipping her dress. It falls, exposing her gorgeous body.
Jesus Christ.
I swallow hard, my mouth watering at the unbelievable sight of her. But then I notice she lays something on my dresser.
“What’s that?” I squeak out.
She grins. “My Taser.”
I chuckle at that. “Smart girl.”
Her eyes are wild and completely overwhelming as she nods. “Yeah. Smartest thing I did was come in here for a snack. But now, I’m getting the whole meal.”
Corny? Yes. Drives me wild? Beyond words.
I find myself leaning forward, and just before I can get my mouth on her chest, her mouth captures mine as she scoots back in my lap. Her ass is at the very edge of my knees, and I hold her as she unzips my pants, pulling me out. She runs her palm along my throbbing cock, lightly touching the head of me with her fingertips. Every nerve is firing off inside me as I lose my goddamn mind, sucking and licking her mouth as she plays with me. Her skin is so soft, so silky, and I want more. I want so much more. I move my lips to her mouth, to her jaw, and along her neck as I tangle my fingers in her hair. She takes ahold of me, gripping me, squeezing me, and I moan loudly against her neck as my body goes taut.
“You are way overdressed.”
Her words run over me like hot water. I lean back as she pulls up my shirt, and her eyes take in my torso. “I love that tattoo.”
As her fingers run over my healing skin, I say, “My siblings and I got them together.”
“That’s awesome,” she says, kissing my lips. “I’m ready.”
Ready?
“Do you have a condom?” she asks, and while Owen gets on my last nerve, I am thankful for the last box of crap he sent that had a Costco-sized pack of condoms in it.
“Uh, yeah,” I say, holding her waist so she doesn’t fall while I reach into the drawer for them. I grab the box, and she takes it from me before lifting herself off my lap. I watch as she pushes her dress the rest of the way down her body, leaving her in only that little black lace thong. I can’t fucking breathe as she steps between my legs and reaches for the buckle of my pants to get them open all the way. Our eyes meet as she undoes them, and I know I can’t turn back. I maybe thought I could, but I want this.
I want her.
I reach around her, taking her thong in my hand and ripping it off. She cries out, her eyes widening as I throw it to the floor. That’s when I look between her legs and lose all my cognitive ability. She’s completely bare and glistening. I’ve seen a lot of porn and I know most of it is fake, but this, her, she’s real. And all mine. I find myself reaching out and gliding my forefingers along her lips. She arches toward me, and my fingers slide between them, and I don’t know how I’m still breathing at this point.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, and her lips curve more. “You’re fucking sexy, Cal.”
She giggles softly as she takes my wrist and pulls me up. She pushes my jeans down, and my cock springs out toward her. She licks her lips before she looks up at me through her lashes.
“I’m not supposed to do this.” I can’t even agree with her, knowing we probably shouldn’t because of how badly I want to. “I may be bowlegged tomorrow.”
I choke on my laughter, my body quivering as she opens the condom and sheathes me with it. Once I’m covered, she moves to the bed, sliding back before lying down. I try to stop myself; I even try to come up with the words for why we shouldn’t do this. There are a lot of reasons, I’m sure there are, but fuck, I’m ignoring them. I take in every single inch of her body, and she’s a stunner, for sure. I notice scars along her chest, but I’m so lost, I can’t even ask about them. I move over her, falling between her legs before she takes hold of me with a good grip. Her eyes meet mine as she slowly guides me into her.
I know this is my first time, and I know I have no frame of reference, but I don’t know how I even get inside her. She’s so tight, or maybe I’m huge, like she said. I don’t know, but soon, I can’t even see. I’m lost as I instinctively move out of her and then back in. Slowly since I don’t want to hurt her. She thrashes beneath me, moaning and clenching her thighs along my hips as her pussy squeezes me. It’s an unreal feeling, and now I understand why Owen didn’t wait to learn any girl’s name.
Who cares about names when you can feel like this?