Page 14 of Marginally Yours
"Please. If you think for one second that I didn't text him as soon as we got to the arcade, then you're thoroughly underestimating me." She lets out a little squeal and leans forward, planting a kiss on my cheek.
I think I'm starting to worry about my own blood flow, too.
We pull up to the bowling alley and the lights are off. I park in the back of the building and use the door code my cousin gave me, holding the door open for her to step inside. I walk ahead of her, leading the way to the electric panel that turns the whole place on. Callie eyes the darkness warily, but I've always had great night vision. I consider being a gentleman and taking her hand to lead her until I get to the light switches, but where's the fun in that?
She doesn't notice as I slow down and let her walk past me. She doesn't notice when I creep up behind her and crouchdown to her height. She does, however, notice when I wrap one arm around her waist from behind and lift her in the air.
The growl I let loose is entirely self-serving, but I'd bet she can feel it rumble against her back.
She opens her mouth to scream just as I clamp my hand over it. Her eyes must finally be adjusting, because she jerks in my arms as she realizes she's face to face with someone. It takes her a second to realize that someone is herself, one of my arms banded around her waist and the other wrapped around her face. We lock eyes over her shoulder in the wall of mirrors in front of us and she relaxes as soon as she sees the sly look on my face.
I set her back down on her feet, and the hand over her mouth slides down to her chin. She tilts her head back and I lean forward to capture her lips again. She grinds her ass against me and I groan, my hand instantly tightening on her chin. I break the kiss and push my chest against her back, walking us a few steps forward until we're almost touching the mirror. She meets my eyes again in the mirror just as I press my knee between hers and kick one of her legs out.
Callie lets out a soft gasp as she loses her balance. Both hands fly out in front of her and her palms slap against the mirror above her head. I press against her back, pushing her flush against the mirror, and drag my hands down to her hips. Her breath is heavy, fogging up the glass before us. My hands slip under the hem of her sweater and roam over her bare skin before dipping under the waistband of her leggings. She leans her head back against my chest and her eyes flutter closed.
My hands return to her hips, and I pull her against me, digging the hard ridge of my cock against the small of her back. I brush her hair to the side and gently ghost my lips over the tiny tattoos trailing down her spine. They're all symbols that I don't recognize, surrounded by a bar on either side made up of a geometric pattern. She releases a breathy moan as oneof her hands slides up my thigh. She finds my gaze in the mirror and quirks an eyebrow in question.
"Fuck, yes please," I grind out with a nod, and she's immediately palming my cock through my jeans. I try to suppress my groan, but then she's squeezing and it's all I can do not to fucking whimper, so self-control is obviously on hold for the evening. Honestly, whatever. We've got the place to ourselves anyway.
Before I know what's happening, she's already spinning around to face me. She looks up at me through her lashes, her smirk dripping sin, and she pushes me back a step with one finger. Both palms flatten against my chest and slither down. She doesn't break eye contact as she drops to her knees, and the involuntary whimper I let out is almost embarrassing.Almost.
She keeps her eyes on me as she undoes my belt. When she pops the button on my jeans, her tongue darts out over her bottom lip and I swear my eyes roll back in my head. Suddenly her hands aren't on me anymore and my gaze shoots back to her just in time to see her peeling her sweater over her head. Another tattoo pokes up from below her waistband, curling around the ball of her hip. Snakes, maybe? She slips it under her knees, cushioning them from the waxed wood floor, and bright blue eyes bore into me again as she yanks my jeans down enough to pull my cock out of them.
Callie's hands are warm as she wraps them both around my base. I brace myself against the mirror with one hand and the other drifts to the back of her head as she wraps her lips around my tip. She swirls her tongue along the underside of my cock and I'm already seeing fucking stars. She bobs her head back and forth a few inches and then hollows out her cheeks and sucks. My brain might actually be short circuiting, and sparks shoot up my spine with every drag of her tongue.There's no way in hell I'm going to last any respectable amount of time if she keeps this up.
I tip my head back, breaking our eye contact and trying to concentrate on literally anything else, but sharp nails bite into the back of my thigh, and I whip my gaze back down to her. She's glaring at me through watery eyes, mouth stretched around me, and the message is clear.She wants me to watch.I nod and run my fingers through her hair, pulling the stray strands out of her face. I can either look her in the eyes as she swallows me whole, or I can watch us both in the mirror, and I'm not even sure which option is less hot.Fuck.
I opt to watch her directly, and ohfuckwas that the right choice. She moans around my cock and the vibration from it shoots directly to my spine. She removes one hand from me and sucks me straight down her throat, completely bottoming out, and I’m immediately seeing stars.
The hand she removed from me is now expertly unclasping her bra in the back. She discards it on the ground next to us and her hand drifts up to cup a breast and squeeze. I think I'd sell an organ in exchange for an arm long enough to reach the other one, but it's just out of reach. She's still bobbing back and forth, my hand resting gently on her head, as she takes her nipple between her fingers and rolls it, gracing me with a rumbling moan again. My eyes zero in on every movement, taking note for later.
Hyperfocusing on her hand awards me a small amount of control, but then she throws that out the window too when that hand drifts south. She runs her fingertips gently along her waistband before diving her hand in and I involuntarily fist the back of her hair. Before I can loosen my grip, her eyes turn pleading, and she gives me an encouraging moan.Use me.
Fuck.I drop my half-assed grip on her hair and try again, sliding my fingers up the nape of her neck and curling as much of her short hair between my fingers as I can. She continuesworking herself as I push harder on the back of her head, keeping the same pace but pressing deeper into her throat. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes and her lips thin as they stretch to accommodate me. The sight of her alone is enough to make the tension at the base of my spine bubble over.
The hand she has wrapped around my base squeezes tighter and my already flimsy focus snaps like a rubber band. As phenomenal as her mouth feels, I need to be inside her immediately. I can't explain it, but the need is all-consuming. I use my grip on her hair to pull her back and my cock falls out of her mouth with a pop. Her eyebrows pinch in confusion, until I'm hauling her up by her shoulder. Her hair still fisted in one hand, I slip the other around the column of her throat and feel her swallow and she gazes up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. I gently yank her hair back, angling her face up and leaning in for a punishing kiss.
I slowly walk her backwards into the mirror and pull back from the kiss just before her ass hits the glass. She glares at me, panting, and I arch an eyebrow at her.
"Well, aren't you a needy thing," I mutter, releasing my hold on her to drag both hands down her bare sides and settle on her hips. She returns the sentiment by grabbing a handful of balls and squeezing. I exhale a groan, and I catch my eyes darkening in the mirror behind her. The flash of fear on her face tells me she sees it too. It only lasts a second before her gaze heats.
That's it, she's fucked around enough. Time to find out.
I spin her around by her hips until she's facing the mirror again and cage her in with one hand planted against the glass on either side of her head. She catches my eye in the mirror and every square inch of my skin heats at her smirk. Fog forms on the mirror around my hands, with another little puff of fog between them from her pantingbreath.
I'll be back here tomorrow morning cleaning handprints and scrubbing this place down for hours.Worth it.
I slip one finger into the back of her waistband and let it snap back, our eyes still locked in the mirror. "Off," I growl. She wastes no time, hooking her thumbs in to slip them down her legs and tossing them on the pile with her sweater. My lips part and every muscle in my body freezes as I take her in. Her shoulders are narrow, her waist tapering in just a bit before flaring out into wide hips wrapped in nothing but black lace. I run my fingers along the tiny white lines and dimples covering the surface of them and she shivers.
I slip my hands back around her waist and trace the edges of the lace. Not quite a thong, but dangerously close. I don't miss the fact that it matches the bra on the discard pile perfectly. I may not have anticipated this, but she did.Fuck, that makes this whole thing so much hotter.The urge to rip the flimsy lace straight off of her body is overwhelming, but I settle for sliding them down myself. I let out an involuntary groan as they fall and she kicks them into the pile too.
With her legs now bare, I can see the rest of the tattoo on her thigh in the mirror. The curling bits at the top are the snakes making up the top of a Medusa head. It's part of a larger collage of what looks like scenes from Greek mythology. I realize that's what the bars on the sides of her spine look like. I read somewhere that they're called Greekmeandros, like the borders on fabrics and paintings.
This is so not the most important thing to be thinking about right now, you fucking nerd.Right. Anyway.
Her gaze meets mine in the mirror and her cheeks heat when she sees me staring. Probably drooling.Shit.Her eyes narrow and she stares pointedly at my chest. "Off," she commands, and I don't hesitate to oblige. I toss the button up off, slip my t-shirt over my head, and kick off my jeans. Thesecond I'm upright again, she backs up into me, leaning forward with her palms pressed on the glass.
I groan and widen my stance to meet her height, leaning forward to mold my body against her back. I dig my fingertips into her hips and pull her back, my still painfully hard cock sliding between the apex of her thighs like it was meant to be there. My right hand skates over her hip and across her burning center while the left holds her firmly in place. I dip my middle finger through her wetness, dragging it up to her clit as her breath catches. I mimic the small circles she used on herself earlier and her silence quickly becomes gasping moans. Her head leans back, eyes shooting open to meet mine in the reflection.
