Page 87 of Pitcher Us
Closing and locking the door behind me I’m damn near tempted to fall on my knees. Callie sits leaned back in one of her dining table chairs, her red hair pulled up in a ponytail and, from what I can tell, only wearing my jersey.
“Fuck, woman, you are out to kill tonight.”
Callie pushes up off the chair and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. “You know when I got these from Wyla as a gag gift, I almost tossed them out. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
She strolls to me so slowly. Such a tease.
“Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?” When she reaches me, I pull her closer by her hips. My hands go down to the seams then travel back up under the jersey just waiting to be stopped by the fabric of her underwear…but that doesn’t happen.
“Mmm, please tell me you weren’t like this all night. That little black dress was torture enough.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Callie pushes me back with a smirk. “Take off your shirt.”
I let go of her and pull my shirt over my head. Looking back at her she smiles. “Now hands behind your back, Anderson.”
Oh, shit. Me? When I move my hands back her eyes light up. She loves this. Fuck, that makes all of this even hotter.
“All night, I’ve been dying to touch you, and now this?” I keep my voice playful so she knows I’m definitely into this, but I do hate the fact that I can’t touch her.
With my hands locked back, she comes to my front and starts to unbutton my jeans and pulls them down. “That dress was hot, wasn’t it?” Callie lowers down on her knees while I kick the rest of my clothes to the side.
“You looked so good in that dress baby, but now? Fuck, my jersey? You better be glad you cuffed me, or I’d bend your ass over and absolutely tear into you.”
Callie’s hands slide up my thighs but instead of touching my dick they slide right up to my abs as she stands back up. “Why don’t you take a seat.”
Callie steps to the side and watches as I lean back in her chair, letting my linked hands rest behind the seat. She takes a step toward me, but I know her, she likes to be told what to do.
“Nuh uh, Blaze. Crawl.”
The fire ignites in her eyes, and she drops down to her hands and knees. “I like this. I like the push and pull we have.”
Callie crawls agonizingly slow to me. I know she’s doing it on purpose and every minute since I came through her door, I’ve thought I can’t possibly get any harder but, fuck, it’s got to be stone by now.
“Which one do you want right now? Do you want me to push by telling you to get your cute ass over here and suck me? Or do you want me to pull and beg because I need that mouth of yours?”
Callie hums happily at the thought of both. I know she wants both—this push and pull has become very clear to me over these past few months, even outside of the bedroom.
Callie wants control but she also wants to be wanted and let go when she feels comfortable. She wants to be desired and loved but also come off as strong and independent. I don’t like to think about her past, but I can confidently say that no one else understands this about her.
When she reaches me, she sits back on her knees with her hands in her lap. She looks so sweet and innocent—ya know, if you take away the fact that she just handcuffed me and is mere inches away from my dick.
“Go on, Callie. Why don’t you make me beg for you?”
A wicked smile tugs at her lips. “Okay, let’s see how long you last.”
I would have a flirty comeback, I really would, but Callie leans up and spits on my dick. When her mouth takes me in, I’m pretty sure my brain malfunctions because every word in my vocabulary immediately disappears.
“Fuck, woman,” I hiss when Callie starts using her hand in tandem with her mouth. Looking down at her, I see my name lining her back as she sucks the life out of me. “You look so fucking sexy right now.”
Callie moans and flashes those piercing green eyes up at me.
“I like my name on your back, baby. It looks like it belongs there.”
Callie pops off and lets her hand take over. “Maybe it does,” she purrs. “Isn’t this the jersey you’re supposed to wear tomorrow?”
“It is.” God, how am I going to ever be able to wear this jersey without getting a fucking hard on?
Callie hums happily as her hand continues to work me over. “Well, I’m about to use your jersey to make myself come and you better not come with me.”
