Page 69 of Cheater and the Saint
I pulled her with me into the room before flopping on the mattress. She sat beside me and shook her head, but her lips lifted in a smile, and I knew she wasn’t really annoyed. I leaned up and looked at her, trailing a gaze up and down her body before focusing on her green mask and the chocolate eyes behind it.
“Ya know, I’ve always wanted to fuck a villain.”
Callie’s eyes widened, probably surprised again at my frankness, and she tucked her hair behind her ears. “Pretty sure you’re too wasted to have consensual sex, buddy.”
“Nuh uh,” I said, grabbing her hand and placing it on my chest. “I know exactly what I’m doing, Ivy. I get really happy and goofy when I drink, but I’m not shitfaced.”
I crooked a finger at her, and she hesitated. Then, it occurred to me that maybe she didn’t want me like that.
“We don’t have to,” I said, not wanting her to feel pressured or something. “I’m cool with sitting here chilling, too. Chillin’ like a villain.”
Callie giggled and crawled across the bed toward me. “You’re such a goofball. What am I going to do with you?”
I lay on my back and looked up at her, feeling my cock start to fill. “Straddle me and maybe you’ll figure it out.”
Blue eyes flashed in my mind, and I shook my head. That was… weird.
As she straddled me, I stared at her bare upper thighs and got a glimpse of black lacy panties from under her short dress. I hardened even more and ran a hand up her side.
Callie rolled her body on mine before bending to kiss me.
Hmm. The kiss didn’t do much for me. Her lips were all wrong. The pressure of her on me felt great, but then I remembered a certain other person on me, and how amazinghe’dfelt.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I forced myself to stop thinking about Saint. I grabbed Callie’s nape and held her closer, dipping my tongue into her mouth and grinding my hips upward.
She sighed and pressed down on me, wiggling her hips.
“Wait,” I said, remembering something.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened a text message to Saint. Then… I hesitated.
What am I doing?I asked myself.I’m allowed to fuck other people, though. Saint said so.
It was hard to focus on the letters, and I blinked a few times to clear my vision, but my eyes weren’t the problem. The multiple vodka drinks and beers running through my system were the problem. I texted him as best I could.
Me:Hey, wanted 2 let u kno I’m gonna have sex. Bcuz u said u wanted me 2 tell u first. B home later.
Guilt slammed into me right after I sent it. He’d initially pushed me away to protect himself, and like the fucking douche I was, I hadn’t let him. And now I was going to hurt him.
Callie reached for my pants. As she unbuttoned them and slid down my zipper, she leaned down and kissed me. When she sat up, she shifted her weight and scooted back a little. Her fingers glided underneath my boxers before she reached even deeper and grabbed my dick.
I was shaking.
Not from arousal. I didn’t know what the fuck it was from. But as she pulled down my pants, boxers with them, and my cock sprang free, I couldn’t stop shaking. She licked her palm and started pumping my shaft, and even though my body reacted, I felt sick.
All I could see were Saint’s blue eyes. All I could remember was the feel ofhistouch.
“Hey,” Callie said, stilling her hand on my cock. “Leo?”
Tears pooled in my eyes and I whimpered.
Sometimes it felt like there was this hole in my chest—emptiness—and for the briefest of moments when I was fucking someone, it didn’t seem as empty. I didn’t feel disgusting or hollow, but wanted. The relief was always short-lived, and eventually, I’d go back to that hollow man.
I had an incredible guy waiting for me in the dorm, one with an adorable little grin and a speck of wickedness to him. One who set my soul on fire.
Saint filled that emptiness in my chest with just a simple brushing of his lips to mine.
“I… I can’t,” I said as the tears ran down my cheeks.
