Page 51 of Pitcher Us
“Will,” she moans. “This. I fucking want this.”
My thrusts start to teeter the line of manic because I can’t control myself. “I said need, Callie. Tell me what you fucking need.”
Sitting back again I pull her ankles up to my shoulders, then lean down slightly, deepening the angle. Callie’s back arches and her arms reach for my biceps. “Fuck, Will. I need you. All I’ve ever needed is you.”
Careful to keep my pace I grip her chin and force her to look at me. “You’ve got me. I’m yours. Now show me how you’re mine by coming on my cock. Sear me with your flames, Blaze.”
Her eyes roll back and I take the opportunity to pick it up, going harder and faster. Words now seem to be lost to her,but she’s not quiet either and with every little moan, whimper, scream out of her I’m getting closer.
“God, yes, Callie, let me hear you.”
“I’m. So. Close,” she grunts out in between thrusts.
“Give it to me, Callie, I promise I’ll be right there with you.” Her pussy tightens around me and that nearly does me in, but I can’t until she does first. Leaning down I whisper in her ear, “I’ll always be right there with you, baby.”
And like that, Callie screams out my name and we’re both falling. I might not know where the extent of us will go, but so far my only thought has been how will I ever be strong enough to let this go?
Sunlight streams in through the window curtains in Callie’s room. The light was enough to wake me up about ten minutes ago, but I couldn’t bring myself to get out of this bed. The sunlight now radiates off Callie’s red hair giving it an almost golden tint.
Her head rests against my bare chest and her legs are tangled in mine. After round one we made our way to her shower to clean up. And while I was a perfect gentleman in her tiny shower, she threw my sweatshirt on after drying off and the gentleman left my body.
I had her ride me after sitting on my face—with my clothes on her, of course. It was fucking awesome.
We both passed out after that one, but now as she clings to me I want nothing more than to roll her over and wake her up with my head back in between her thighs. But I’m not entirely sure how she’s going to feel about us today.
I know we both said we couldn’t do a fling, but her job’s at stake. And depending on how much weight Olsson holds on this rule, the no-trade clause might not be the only thing I lose.
Although, part of me screams that this girl is worth the fucking risk. It’s going to be really hard to not walk up to Olsson today at the training facility and tell him, "I don't care about this stupid rule,” but I know this job means a lot to her and I can’t put that pressure on her. So, I’m working one day at a time here, might as well make it worth it.
Slowly maneuvering out of her hold, I scoot the pillow closer to rest her head on. She stirs for a moment but as I brush her hair back she sighs and falls back asleep.
Picking up my jeans I make my way out to her kitchen before pulling them on to start a pot of hot water for some tea.
When Callie still hasn’t stirred by the time I put the tea bags in I decide to head over to my place to brush my teeth and change. The thought of leaving a note did occur to me, but with no pen or paper in sight, I decide I’ll be fast. Even if she gets up, I’ll be right back.
Moving as quickly as possible I make it back out of my apartment with the only thought being to get back to Callie.
“Will,” Adam hollers from the end of the hall.
Fuck.
Walking toward me I’m at least grateful he called before I turned toward Callie’s door. At this point it just looks like I’m going out.
“Hey, how’s the head? I thought for sure you’d be out until at least noon.” I try to play it cool, but I’m fucking sweating.
“Oh, come on, have a little more faith in me. Nothing some heavy aspirin and water can’t fix. I was actually heading down for a light run, wanna join?”
“Light?”
“I said have a little faith, not mountains of it. But you’re fine, so you should come down with me.”
Nope, no way. Not happening.
“Sorry, count me out for today.”
Adam pinches his eyebrows as he looks at me. “Are you not wearing any shoes? What are you doing anyway?”
Shit, shit, shit.
