"We should get up." I murmur, looking at Callie, and she shrugs, wrapping her arms around my waist.
"No," She says simply, burying her face into my chest, and I chuckle, pulling on one of her curls, kissing the top of her head. These are my favorite nights. When everyone else is gone and I stay here with Callie. She absentmindedly traces circles on my back, looking up at me. "Just lay with me."
"Callie," I chuckle again. "We've been in bed all day."
"I don't give a fuck," She murmurs, tightening her grip around me. "Hey, it's our song."
For a second, I think she's talking about Outlaws, but I smile when I hear the first few notes. I grab the remote and turn up the volume. "You know what that means, baby." I murmur, my hand resting on her bare hip. I press my lips against her collarbone
Who's that shadow holding me hostage? I've been here for days.
I lean back, and Callie groans, clearly expecting more. I think about climbing out of bed, but her fingers press against the small of my back, slowly trailing up my spine, and I shiver. "Don't leave." Callie begs, and I nod wordlessly. It's always more than the sex. She likes to know I care about her.
Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?
I let my hands roam up her sides, leaning down to kiss her forehead. Callie always asks to be touched, and she's like fire. But I rather feel the pain than feel nothing. "I love you." I whisper, nuzzling her neck.
"I know."
"It's good to remind you." I murmur, tracing lazy circles on her hip, and she pushes on my shoulders.
I know they'll be coming to find me soon. But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you
She straddles my hips, her arms around my neck drawing me close, crushing her breasts against my chest. The house is silent expect for her soft moans and my ragged breathing. She knots her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck, arching her back as she circles her hips against mine. Her breasts thrust upward and I catch a tight, rosy nipple in my mouth, my hands circling her narrow hips, gripping tightly, slamming her core down firmly against mine. She groans and rakes her nails through my hair.
Baby, look what you've done to me. Baby, look what you've done now. Oh, baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way.
She's naked expect for a pair of white cotton panties as she writhes against me, "Fuck, Brandon." She breathes out as I bite down softly on the nipple in my mouth. Her eyes are shut, breathing heavily, and I can't help but smirk. Gently, I tilt her chin upwards, leaning in a bit to brush my lips against her neck, nipping at her skin with my teeth. I look her in the eyes as they flutter open again and I can see in her eyes that she liked that just as much as I did.
I know they'll be coming to find me soon.
Her eyes light up, and I smile, knowing exactly what she wants. I flip us over, looking down at her, her curls sprawled across the pillow. I run my fingers through her hair gently, biting my lip. "I don't get why you're still wearing this," I murmur, pulling on the band of her panties. "You're so wet, it won't even make a difference." I let the band snap back in place.
"Shit." She moans. Her moans gave me a slight shivering feeling, getting me anxious for the next move. My hands linger up and down her sides, pressing her body as far against mine as I could. I grin down at her, placing my hands firmly on her hips and leaning back down to kiss her again. She kisses back, but this time, the kiss was more heated and rough as our bodies moved in a rapid motion together. Trailing one hand up her thigh, she gasps into my mouth, allowing me the chance to force my tongue back into her open lips. I explored every inch of her mouth, letting small grunts fall from my lips. Her hands are back around my neck, linking me closer to her.
I pull away, pressing my lips to her stomach, causing her to shiver. As I look at her, a grin slides into my face. "C'mon, lets get moving." Callie groans, placing a hand on the back of my neck and jerking me back down to her, allowing me to run my lips across her neck again. I kiss nimbly at her collar bone, biting and sucking when necessary. Her eyes are closed, plenty of pleasure filled moans leaving her rosy red lips. Tangling her fingers in my hair again, I grip her hips as I move down a little bit, feverishly kissing her stomach and leaving small, dark places. My fingers hook in the hem of her panties, slowly pulling it down her legs, throwing them carelessly behind me, pushing her legs apart with. She gasps against my lips again as I barely run one finger across her clit, causing her to whine involuntarily.
"Tease," she mumbles, spreading her legs further apart and placing both her hands on my bare chest. "Finger me." she whispers, leaving a wet, sloppy kiss across my jawline as I smirk. She throws her head back slightly, letting out a loud moan as I dip one finger into her opening. Keeping her legs spread apart, I move my finger in and out of her, hearing her cracked gasps being released.
But my Stockholm syndrome is in your room.
"Feel good?" I ask, keeping my eyes lock on her closed lids. Callie only nods and I take it as permission to forced two more fingers into her tight clit, hearing her moan even louder. A grin appears on my face again as I touch the tip of my tongue against her clit, slowly starting to lick it. Her hand finds my hair, pushing me closer, and I can't help but chuckle.
I want to make her beg, to know that it's me she actually wants. Her grip loosens on my hair, and her eyes fly open, looking at me. "Brandon," Callie whimpers. "Please." Her lips part to say something else, but I slam my lips onto hers.
"Watch me, princess, and I'll give you what you want okay?" Callie nods, and I smirk. She shrugs her shoulders, letting her legs fall back on either side of me yet again. Taking her thighs, I lift them over my shoulders until I'm face to face with her dripping center. She's glistening and my ego swells that I'm the one who did this to her. She whimpers as I run a single finger over the length of her slit, going slowly, collecting the wetness. A deep growl emanates from the back of my throat as I encase the digit between my lips, running my tongue over the taste.
"Delicious," I say, taking my fingers back out and grinning from ear to ear. My mouth moves over her, my lips applying pressure to her clit, my breath washing over her. She arches her hips upward, seeking more and I give it to her, delving into her folds. I lick her from her clit and then down, trying to taste all of her at once. She invades every part of my senses and I wish I could taste and feel all of her all over my tongue.
Callie tastes amazing against my tongue and she wraps her thighs around my head, her small feet digging into the skin of my back. My tongue enters her, working in and out rapidly while my fingers press down on her clit. Her hands tangle into my hair, tugging on the curls and I can't get enough of her. My ego swells at the fact I'm the one making my girl feel like this, making her writhe and groan because of my skills.
"Fuck," she curses, rocking her hips upward into my face. My nose bumps her clit as I slide my tongue into her as far as I can. She rockets off the bed as I find a particularly sensitive spot with my fingers. I continue to drive her insane with my tongue before I pull back just a centimeter or two, using the tip of my tongue to trail up until I can swirl it around her hypersensitive bud. Her lips part to say something, but she decides against it, tugging on my hair again. I lean forward, brushing my nose against her clit, and she stops me. "B, get up here." She demands, and I can't help but chuckle.
"Bossy today, huh?" I tease, supporting my weight on my elbows, kissing her jawline, letting my fingers thread through her hair. She lets out a small moan, and I cover her mouth with mine. "Baby, look what you've done to me," I murmur. "I'm a mess."
"I don't care," Callie says, digging her nails into my biceps, and I tighten my grip on her waist. "Your my mess, and I need you."
Her words set something off in me, and I look down at her, asking her silently if she is sure wants this, even though it's not our first time together. "Alright, princess." I whisper, pressing my lips to the spot under her ear, letting my head fall, nose brushing against her neck as I push into her.
Callie cries out immediately, her hips moving up to meet mine, and a groan escapes my lips. "Dammit, Callie," I groan, holding her hips down, lazily circling mine. "You make it so hard for me to think just about you when you do that."
Our breathing is ragged, a thin layer of sweat covering our bodies as I continue to snap my hips up to meet hers. "Baby, you feel amazing," I pant into her ear. Her whimpers and nails dig into my back in response, telling me how good I feel too, and that's all I need. Soon, my arms are wrapped around her body, pulling her extremely close to me, and I begin to thrust harder and faster, planting wet, open mouth kisses to her neck.
Moans, my name, and profanities are the only things coming from her mouth as I push myself farther into her. "Baby," I breathe, pressing my thumb to her clit and rubbing it in harsh circles. "Baby, talk to me, say something besides my name. Tell me how good I make you feel." She looks at me, her eyes pleading me not to beg further, and her loud whimpers express both her pleasure and her uneasiness towards the subject. I groan as she clenches around me, my head collapsing back into the crook of her neck. "Shhh," I beg, kissing her ear. "Go ahead, baby. Just tell me how good I make you feel and then you can come..."
"God," she throws her head back, "Brandon, you make me feel so good..." Her nails dig deeper into my back, the blood rising to the surface and she grows tighter around me. My back arches as I reach the brink of my release and come inside of her while she reaches her own orgasm.
I pant into her neck, but suddenly stop as I faintly hear the front door slam shut and our house is suddenly alive again. "Love, you should get dressed."
"Jude could walk in right now and I sill wouldn't give a fuck." Callie says breathlessly, pulling the sheets up to our shoulders, and I chuckle.
"But you're mine. I don't want anyone else to see you." I murmur against her cheek, and the door flies open.
"Hey, Callie! Do you wanna see th-"
"Callie's sleep, kiddo," I tell Jude, and his innocent eyes widen. "Magic."
Callie slaps my chest as Jude looks from me to her, and I start to regret what I just said. Magic. Smooth move, Brandon.
"I uh, I'll just show Callie my new books later." Jude says before backing out slowly, making a huge deal of slamming the door behind him.
"Magic?" Callie demands, and I nod, running my fingers through my hair.
"I'm starting to think it was to graphic for him."