Chapter 37
Grease
It felt good to wake up with Callie. It felt even better that she hadn’t put any clothes on before climbing back into bed the night before.
She was sprawled out on her belly with one hand on my chest and her knee raised up where it was digging into my hip. She’d been restless as she slept, but she hadn’t woken up in the night, and I wondered when her nightmares had stopped. The nightmares were one of the things I’d worried about while I was gone, and the guilt over not being there to take care of her afterward was another reason I’d distanced myself.
I rubbed my hand over my beard. I’d been a dick.
Half of me was irritated as hell that she refused to move and the other half felt guilty for leaving her ass in Sacramento while I did my shit in Oregon. The whole situation was a f*cking powder keg, and I knew at some point it was going to blow. We couldn’t keep living like we were. Neither one of us wanted to be away from the other—but it didn’t look like anything was going to change in the near future which meant I was going to have to get my shit together.
I was going to have to figure out a way to make it work, because I sure as hell wasn’t going to give her up.
Her mouth was open as she slept, and I got a good look at the way her braces were pushing her lips away from her gums. They looked like some sort of medieval torture device in her mouth. I wasn’t sure how she smiled with that shit, but only seconds after I thought about it, she was doing just that as she woke up.
“Hey,” she whispered, her eyes opening into slits.
F*ck she was cute when she just woke up. How had I forgotten shit like that?
“Morning, Sugar.”
“Do you have to leave today?” she asked me, straightening her legs so she could curl into my chest. “You had things going on this weekend.”
She lowered her eyes as she spoke and her body was stiff against mine.
“Nah. I moved some shit around. I need to be back up by Monday—Tuesday if you give me a reason to stay,” I mumbled, distracted by the way her body softened against mine.
Her tits were pressed up against my side, one of them practically resting on my chest. I pulled my hand from behind my head and went straight for it, pinching it lightly as her leg slid up my thigh.
“I’m freaking awesome. There’s your reason,” she told me lightly, her hand sliding down my chest to run over my stomach.
“You’re not lying,” I agreed, letting go of her nipple and pushing her face up to mine. Just as I was about to kiss her, her eyes opened wide and her chin hit my chest hard making me grunt. “The f*ck?”
“I haven’t brushed my teeth!” she mumbled, barely opening her mouth.
I barked out a laugh at her and shook my head when I realized she was serious. “Neither have I. Now kiss me,” I ordered.
She shook her head and opened her mouth on my chest, biting down lightly on my nipple and then sucking it into her mouth. I groaned, reaching down to pump my dick once before sliding my hand up her leg.
“Well, f*ck, Sugar. If you aren’t gonna kiss me then do something else with that mouth,” I groaned as she ran her hand further down my stomach and underneath my boxers.
She pushed her body up until she was sitting on her feet by my side and leaning over me, pushing my boxers down my hips clumsily with one hand, the other hand still rubbing up and down. When I saw her lean down, I grabbed her hips and pulled her over me before she could make contact. She made a startled shriek as I situated her ass above my face, and immediately started squirming. Her tits pushed into my stomach as she tried to lift her hips, so I slapped her ass in warning and she froze.
“Stop moving, Callie,” I warned, “you knee me in the face and we’re gonna have problems.”
I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs, my thumbs finally meeting right over her p-ssy, and she moaned deep in her throat, dropping her face against my hip.
“I need a shower,” she whispered against me. “Let me take a shower first.”
“You don’t need a shower,” I told her, running one of my fingers over her and watching her grow soft and wet.
“Yeah. You can’t—” she paused on a quick inhale and then started jabbering again, “Your face is—”
She wasn’t worried about a f*cking shower. I laughed lightly. She was self-conscious about the goddamn angle.
“Baby, I’ve seen you. Ain’t nothing I’m seeing now any different than what I’ve seen before,” I reminded her gently. Shit, I could practically feel how hot her face was. My girl and her blushes—cute as f*ck.
I didn’t give her any more time to worry.
I used my thumbs to pull her apart, tilted my chin up, and ran my tongue over her *. She tasted good, and I ran my tongue all over her, taking it all in. When her legs started shaking, I pulled away, using my teeth to pull at her lips.
“Put your mouth on me,” I growled at her, squeezing her thighs in my hands.
I heard her inhale sharply, but less than a second later she was pushing up with her hands until she was braced above my hips. It made her back arch, and I knew she finally wasn’t thinking about how she looked from this angle. Christ, what a view.
I waited until I was in her mouth, her tongue wrapping around me before I started in on her again. It didn’t take long before she was outta her mind, sliding her knees away from my shoulders and riding my face while she sucked and bobbed her head, her fingernails digging into my thighs.
When she came, she moaned against my dick and brought me with her.
As soon as she was done, she rolled off me, embarrassed, and I laughed weakly. Shit, she may have sucked all of my energy out through my dick; my legs felt like Jell-O.
She scrambled off the bed, jostling me, and I rolled over to watch her stumbling out of the room. Her ass was round and flexed every time she moved, and my mouth watered until I noticed it had a perfect red handprint on it. Whoops. I hadn’t meant to slap her that hard, but I smiled a little when I saw it. I wasn’t sorry—it’d gotten me what I wanted.
I stretched when I heard her turning on the shower and hopped out of bed to join her.
She screeched when I pulled back the curtain and shampoo started rolling down her face and running into her eyes. She was slapping at me blindly as I climbed in, and I couldn’t help laughing as bubbles ran into her mouth, making her gag.
“Rinse that shit out, crazy!” I told her, pushing her back into the spray.
“You scared the shit out of me!” she griped, still spitting and sputtering.
“You knew I was here,” I replied, running my hands over her wet tits as she rinsed her hair.
“I didn’t know you were going to follow me!”
“You’re wet and naked, I’m there,” I told her seriously, reaching my thumb up to wipe gently at the huge hickey on her neck. “Look at you, with my bite marks all over you.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t look trashy or anything,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes.
“I don’t give a f*ck. You have my mark on you—men think twice.”
“Yeah, well, I wanted to find an orthodontist this week and I start my job. I’m going to look like an idiot.”
“What the f*ck is that about?” I asked her as I gently pushed her out of the way and pushed my head under the spray. I had to bend my knees to get under it, twisting my body awkwardly.
She laughed a little as she self-consciously lathered up her legs and started shaving, her back toward me like she could hide what she was doing.
“I want to get these braces off.”
“They ready to come off? I thought you had like six more months?” I asked as I soaped up my beard.
“Four more—but it’s expensive as hell to keep them on. My teeth are fine without them.”
“I’ll pay for them, Callie. Don’t act like I don’t take care of you.”
“I’m not saying that.” She shook her head as she rinsed off her razor, coming so close to my balls with it that I felt them drawing up as I scrambled backward.
“I’m not gonna get you,” she snickered at me, waving the razor around. “It’ll cost like, thousands of dollars to finish out the next four months with no insurance.”
My gut burned and I said nothing as I finished soaping up the rest of my body. There was no way I could pay for that shit.
“It’s not a big deal, baby,” she told me, dropping her razor on the side of the tub and raising her hands to my face. “My teeth are straight, I don’t need them.”
No matter what she said, I knew that she needed those four extra months, but there was nothing I could do about it. It pissed me off.
“Sorry,” I told her roughly, pushing her arms off me and turning my body away from her to rinse off.
She was silent for a moment before wrapping her arms around me from behind and squeezing. “Not a big deal, Asa,” she told me quietly before climbing out of the shower.