When I wake up the smell of bacon is the first thing that reaches me. I pull myself out of bed and put on my sweatpants before I start going downstairs where I hear Mariana and Matt talking. When I walk into the kitchen, my eyes land on Callie first. She's still wearing her tank top and shorts.

"Morning, Babe." I whisper into her ear, my hands resting on her hips, pulling her closer to me.

"Morning." Callie says simply, still cooking the bacon.

I sigh and look at Mariana. "Good morning. Where's Matt?"

"He went to go get something from the room." Is all Mariana says before I turn my attention back to Callie, my hands sliding underneath her tank top.

"You should forget about breakfast," I whisper, kissing her shoulder. "It's Sunday. You shouldn't have to do anything."

Mariana clears her throat behind us. "I'm just gonna go since I'm clearly not wanted right now."

The moment Mariana leaves, Callie's body immediately relaxes against mine, and I try to keep my control. I kiss her neck gently, and she moans quietly. Suddenly I spin her around so she's facing me, and lift her onto the counter. Callie wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer as she kisses me, her fingers in my hair. She knows that tank tops and her pajama shorts are my weakness. My hands rest on her thighs, slowly moving higher. My fingers have barely made it past the waistband when I hear Mariana.

"What the fuck? People use that to eat!" I look over at her, and she's standing there, a look of pure terror on her face. "Matt! Come on, we're going out today! You two have three hours yo-"

"Mariana. Just leave already," I say cutting her off, and the front door slams shut a few seconds later. I turn my attention back to Callie, her legs wrapping around my waist. "Where were we?" I mumble, kissing her gently.

"We should take this to the room." Callie says, causing me to smirk, and I lift her up easily, nudging our bedroom door open.

I kiss her gently before trailing to her neck, sucking gently. A small moan escapes her, and I brush my lips against her collarbone, my hands pushing off the fabric of her shirt over her head. Without thinking, I let my lips lightly brush against her skin, first her neck, then the valley between her compact breasts, her abdomen, lightly traveling over her hipbone and then I shifted and placed a light kiss against the inside of her thighs.

"I need help," I tell her, and she looks at me like I'm crazy. "I forgot how to go down on a girl."

"Brandon."

"You should help me. I don't know what to do."

"Stop playing, fuck." Callie moans in frustration, and I give in, darting my tongue out and let the tip just lightly flick over her hard clit. She cries out a little as I do it, Her hips lifting slightly as I lave her from top to bottom, her juice coating my tongue as I lick her slow and soft.

I wait until she's moaning at a regular interval, almost little like little pleas before I concentrate on her button.

I flick lightly and softly just there, faster and a little harder with each flick. Her hands dig into my scalp as her hips lift and fall at the same rhythm as my tongue.

"Brandon," Callie whimpers as my tongue moves faster. I lock my lips around her clit as I push deep inside her. "I'm gon- fuck."

"Come on, babe," I say, looking up at her, a smirk still on my lips. "Come for me."

"Fuck, Brandon." Callie says, her fingers tugging at my hair.

I can't help but smile. "Are you feeling better now?" I ask, and she punches my arm playfully.

"I am. But I'm not sure about you."