Callie, Unwrapped

by Amy Jo Cousins

  “Tell us what you want.”

  This time she didn’t hesitate.

  “I want you to fuck me, Gabriel.” She enunciated every word, staring at him in a challenge as she slid her hand up the inside of Kate’s thigh and listened for the catch in her breath. “Any way you like, as long as you’re back there and Kate’s up here. Sound familiar?” She didn’t care that what she wanted was exactly what Gabe would have made her do. This was her call. “Just try to keep up, ’kay?”

  She turned her back on him and held her breath, knowing what was coming.

  His hand cracked loudly on her ass, followed by her self-satisfied “Ah!”

  Yeah, she knew how to get what she wanted.

  She stood at the end of the bed and smiled down at the woman who waited for her.

  “Take your panties off.”

  She watched as Kate pushed them down her thighs and kicked them onto the floor, putting her hands back over her head and dropping her knees wide again in invitation when she was done. Her pussy was Brazilian-wax bare, and when Callie crawled on the bed between Kate’s knees and pushed her legs farther apart with her hands, feeling the hard muscles flexing under her hands, she knew Kate could feel every breath against her cunt. She pressed a kiss to the top of her slit and let her tongue dip in for a moment to circle Kate’s clit. At the same time, she slid her fingertips between Kate’s pussy lips and played in the wet heat.

  She looked up over Kate’s torso to where Kate watched her with heavy-lidded eyes.

  “I told you, you made me wet.”

  Callie licked a long, slow stroke along the outside of Kate’s cunt and up to her hip. She hummed in her throat as Gabe’s callused hands landed on her ass and he started rubbing her cheeks. His circling hands pushed and pulled her ass, baring more than just her sex to him. She felt cool air on her exposed asshole, and then one of Gabe’s fingers circling around it, and she lifted her head for a moment as her back arched uncontrollably.

  “Anything off the table here, Callie?”

  She hissed as he tapped against her anus. Of course he remembered that her ass was so sensitive she could hardly concentrate when he played with it. Not that anyone had gone near it for a decade. Damn. That might be a challenge.

  “No,” she admitted, but threw another command out before he got too far down that road. “But take it easy on me. And give me a break here. Let me concentrate on your girl for a minute, before you go distracting me.”

  “Whatever you say. O Captain, my Captain.”

  “Asshole.” She regretted the word as soon as she muttered it. Wait for it…

  A thick finger pushed into her anus. Without lube it burned, but in the nicest way. She slipped a little closer to losing track of what she was doing.

  “That’s an asshole.”

  She concentrated on her breathing, trying to stop her hips from rocking back onto his finger. “Stop. Distracting. Me.”

  Deep laughter rumbled behind her as Gabe pulled his hand free and slapped lightly at her ass again.

  “God, I’ve missed you, Callie.” He draped himself over her and his stubble rasped up and down her spine as his mouth moved over her, keeping her skin sparking with sensation. But she could breathe again, and took the opportunity to move up Kate’s body.

  “Arch your back for me,” she whispered, sliding her hands beneath Kate’s back when she obeyed. In a second, she had Kate’s bra undone and off, and then Callie opened her mouth and sucked a nipple hard and deep into her mouth.

  Gabe’s hand was in her pussy, pushing and stretching with two and then three fingers, telling her all the time what he was doing until the words buzzed in her brain as loudly as the blood rushed in her veins. She licked and sucked on Kate’s tits, her own hand sliding into Kate’s pussy until she had a thumb on Kate’s clit, two fingers speared up her cunt and her ring finger and pinkie teasing her ass. Kate’s breaths tore out of her on long moans and her hips undulated so strongly that Callie had to concentrate to keep her hand with her.

  Lifting her head, she brought her mouth to Kate’s. Their breaths mingled, hot and damp, lips and tongues touching here and there as they bumped open mouths together. She pumped her hand slowly in Kate’s cunt, letting her moans and sudden catches of breath tell her how hard to stroke her clit and when to back off for a second. Wetness leaked over her hand until she felt slick to her wrist. Gabe’s hands disappeared off of her for a moment, and she heard the crinkle of a foil wrapper being ripped open. She wished she could see him unrolling the condom down the length of his hard cock, stroking himself once or twice in slow anticipation.

  Yes, this was what she wanted. Gabe with her, fucking her, still knowing every note her body could play and pulling that music from her—nothing melodic and sweet, but a gritty club beat with heavy bass and a guitar line that moaned and twisted you up in knots. And Kate, open and willing, waiting for Callie to crawl all over her and touch every square inch of her.

  Gabe’s hand landed back on her hip and he gave her a little shove.

  “Move on up a little.”

  She urged Kate to scoot up towards the head of the bed. Kate worked one pillow under her head, tossing another aside as she dug under the headboard for an edge to grab. Callie never stopped stroking her, one hand on her breast, pulling her nipple to a hard point until Kate hissed and cried out, her other hand still moving in her cunt.

  “Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t you dare…”

  She pinched Kate’s nipple hard again, cutting off her words with a gasp.

  “No talking.” She leaned down and licked the sore nipple to make up for it. “Make all the noise you want, but no talking.”

  “You’re fucking killing—” Her words stopped again with a cry as Callie bit down with careful teeth on Kate’s nipple. Kate’s hips were rocking now, her cunt pulsing irregularly on Callie’s fingers.

  When she stopped talking and fell into short, sharp moans, Callie let her breast go and started sliding back down Kate’s body, stopping to lick a stripe up her ribcage.

  “Good girl,” she whispered.

  Kate’s shaky laugh ended on a long sigh that arched her back when Callie’s tongue finally reached her pussy and slipped inside.

  She kept her fingers up Kate’s cunt, licking around them, tasting Kate’s juices and her own fingers as she spread the lips wide with two fingers of her free hand.

  Gabe pulled her hair to the side so he could see her face pressed against Kate’s pussy. The visual that filled her own mind, what he saw as she licked and sucked, as Kate moaned and rocked her cunt on Callie’s hand and mouth, was as big a turn-on as the act itself. Callie moaned against Kate’s cunt and felt her shiver in response. Kate’s thighs began to tremble against the sides of her face.

  Gabe leaned in behind her, his fist braced against her pussy as he guided his cock into her wet hole, stretching her with his thick length as he slid in and in until his balls pressed against her. He must have read her mind, because he kept a firm hand on her hip, holding her steady, and slid out and back slow and steady, leaving her enough brainpower to keep eating Kate out until she came.

  She was Callie-in-the-middle after all. Her mouth on Kate’s pussy, Gabe’s cock up her own cunt, her whole body humming with the slowly rising pitch of need as she vibrated between her two lovers, one hundred percent present and making things happen exactly as she wanted them to.

  She locked her lips on Kate’s clit and focused, freeing a hand and pushing her thigh back harder, opening her up even more. A stream of words poured out of Kate’s mouth as she rode Callie’s hand, hips pumping, her hands still twisted up under the headboard.

  “Oh, fuck. Yes. Don’t… Ah, fuck me. Don’t stop!”

  Callie’s hand slid in Kate’s wet pussy. She tucked a third finger in and shoved it against Kate’s cunt. Sucked hard on her clit and flicked her tongue faster, back and forth. Wiggled her pinkie finger deeper between her ass cheeks and pressed against her anus.

  Kate arched back sud
denly and cried out, freezing in place and spasming around Callie’s fingers as she came, her heels braced against the mattress, pushing her ass off the bed. Callie followed with mouth and fingers.

  As Kate slid back down to sprawl on the duvet, Callie let her go, with light strokes of her fingers and tongue over Kate’s pussy and clit, easy now because Kate was probably sensitive in the aftermath.

  A long groan that faded into a shaky laugh…Kate must have let go of the headboard, because she dropped a hand on Callie’s hair as Callie rested a cheek on her inner thigh, her own ass still high in the air. Gabe was still for the moment but still buried deep inside her.

  “Jesus, girl. You fucked the bones out of me.” She petted Callie’s head, fingers bumping her ear before drifting over her face. “I’m a puddle.”

  A strong arm slid under Callie’s belly and yanked her upright. Gabe’s thighs were solid slabs of muscle beneath her own, and she sat down hard on his cock. His arm wrapped around her and he moved her up and down on his cock; she leaned back against him, lifting and dropping her ass to meet him as she reached up to tangle her arms around his neck. Her knees were spread and she could see Kate watching her pussy, Gabe’s cock thrusting deep in her, hard and fast. Being watched ratcheted the tension higher until she could feel her pussy throbbing, so tight around Gabe’s cock, and her body hung quivering on the edge. So close. Gabe was grunting in her ear.

  “Ah, fuck. You’re so fucking tight on my dick.” He grabbed her hair with the hand not wrapped around her and pulled. “Come on my cock. Come, Callie.”

  She cried out in frustration as she rode him, her head pulled back far enough that she could barely see it when Kate rolled over onto her stomach and crawled over to them.

  A hot, wet mouth closed over one of her nipples and sucked. A warm hand stroked and pinched her other tit, shooting sparks down her spine to her ass. Gabe’s thick cock stretched her pussy wide, and the press of Kate’s fingers on her clit pushed her over the cliff into a hard, pulsing free fall as she came and came and came, pinned between her two lovers.

  “Ah, ah. Ah!”

  Moments later, Gabe came, his hips pistoning into hers so hard she knew she’d have bruises and a sore cunt tomorrow, clutching her so hard around the ribs for a moment that she couldn’t catch her breath. When he loosened his grip, she gave a friendly rub to the base of his skull behind her.

  “Holy shit,” he said, stroking a shaky hand down her thigh.

  “Yeah.”

  Kate’s chest pressed against hers as they leaned together. She caught the other woman’s eye and smiled until they both dissolved into tired laughter, holding each other up as Gabe slid out of her and gave them a gentle push. They tipped over in a warm tangle of limbs. He stepped away and she heard a click and saw light spilling out of the bathroom door before he shut it partway behind him.

  She pushed Kate’s hair—beyond messy now—behind her ear and tapped her on the nose.

  “You, my girl, are kind of amazing.”

  Kate kissed her, sweet and soft on the lips. Smiled at her. “Glad I got to stay.”

  She pulled Kate’s head onto her biceps and played with her hair some more. “I think it was more important that you did than anything else, lady. Thanks.”

  The light switched off in the bathroom and Gabe hauled on the duvet until they gave up, rolled over and crawled beneath it. Callie made an abortive move to get off the bed and leave but was wrestled down between the couple who’d taken her home, intimidated the shit out of her, and then let her fuck their brains out. They stripped her boots off, but weren’t letting her go anywhere just yet. She found herself with Gabe pressed up behind her and Kate’s head on the pillow facing her. So soon she’d have been surprised if she wasn’t so tired, her eyes felt so heavy she could barely keep them open. She cracked her jaw in a loud yawn before snuggling her head deep into the pillow under her cheek. The light weight of the down comforter settled warmly over all three of them, although even the warehouse loft air wasn’t that chilly.

  Which reminded her for the first time in an hour or more…

  “Hey. Warm in here. Nice. Better.” That wasn’t quite making sense, but Gabe understood her, she hoped.

  “Shitload of cash.” He tucked her under his arm. “Shut up. Go to sleep.”

  She nodded and curled up on her side, eyes already shut. Kate was breathing evenly next to her. She draped a hand over Kate’s stomach, feeling her breath rise and fall beneath her palm until she fell asleep.

  * * *

  The faint beep of the daily six a.m. alarm on her cell phone woke her—a miracle, since she hadn’t even thought of setting an alarm and Gabe certainly didn’t weld or cast bronze on a nine-to-five schedule.

  A minute after she climbed out from under the duvet and slid off the end of the bed in lieu of climbing over one of her bed partners, she heard another alarm. With a quiet groan, Kate lifted her head off her pillow, looking around until she saw Callie standing next to the bed.

  Gabe slept on. Kate levered herself out of the bed.

  “It’s moments like these that I really hate him,” she whispered and stuck her tongue out at his sleeping form. Then she beckoned Callie to follow her to the kitchen, where she handed her two coffee mugs and two single-serving pods, and pointed her at the Keurig coffee maker.

  “I’m about three seconds from falling at your feet and worshipping you.” She started the first cup brewing, then leaned against the edge of the granite counter while angel Kate collected and returned with their clothes.

  She handed Kate the first mug and slid the next under the spout before getting dressed. Half and half from the fridge and a spoonful of sugar made her almost human as she swallowed her still too-hot coffee, hip to hip with Kate against the counter.

  “I’m so skipping my run this morning.” Kate’s hair stuck out in clumps, wild but cute. Callie pictured her standing in a crowd of spiky-leaved plants and giggled.

  “Run? In the winter?”

  “Got a half-marathon in January.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  “This is entirely possible. You wanna grab a shower here?” Kate asked, nose deep in her coffee mug. “I’m gonna.”

  “Nah. I’ll head out in a moment. Besides,” she bumped her hip against Kate’s, “I’m entirely sure that you can’t be trusted in a shower.”

  Kate laughed. “I wasn’t even thinking that. Sweartagod.”

  They both drank silently for another minute, the quiet between them easy and sweet. Then Kate sighed and cocked her head to the side. “And you’re good? With everything that went down?”

  Callie gave her the credit of taking her seriously and thought about it for a minute before answering. The only voice in her head was her own and it was still yawning around a sleepy grin, utterly pleased with her choices.

  “Yes.” She smiled and leaned in to Kate again. “And you? Good?”

  “Me? I’m always good.” Kate ducked her chin a little and grinned up at her. “Gabe and I know where we stand.”

  Callie shook her head.

  “You’re smarter than I was at your age. Shit. You’re probably smarter than I am now.”

  “I’m not that young, you know. Got good Korean genes. I’m twenty-nine,” she said at Callie’s lifted brow.

  “Not a baby then.” Callie sighed. “Watch yourself anyway. Make sure you’re getting what you want.” She looked the other woman in the eyes. “I broke my own heart over that man. He didn’t have to do a thing. You take care of yours.”

  Kate wrapped her fingers around her mug and stared at the smooth surface of her coffee as if it could tell her fortune.

  “I may be looking for something more. Soon.” She winged a glance up at Callie. Grinned. “I like you a lot.”

  Callie tried not to choke on her coffee. Even after a night like theirs, she was still getting used to it, the flirting. “I don’t think I’m looking for that right now. For more,” she clarified, and felt like she was apologizing. “No
t yet.”

  They hugged before Kate walked to the bathroom and Callie realized that she genuinely hoped to see Kate again. With or without Gabe. And out of bed as easily as in it. She liked her, this woman who raced in the dead of a Chicago winter and was older than she looked. Funny, that. Not at all what she’d expected.

  She zipped up her long-lasting boots and walked over to the bed.

  Gabe still hadn’t stirred, so she leaned over the edge of the mattress and uncovered his head from where it was buried under the comforter. She kissed his ear and said goodbye, her mouth still close when he rolled onto his back and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her across his chest as he kissed the top of her head.

  “Next time we’re gonna tie you up and spank the shit out of you.” She laughed and smacked his hip ineffectively under the thick down cover. “Or fuck your ass. I got distracted. But on a night when you don’t have to get up at the asscrack of dawn. What are you doing on Christmas?” He yawned hugely. “God. How you people do this is beyond me.”

  “Go back to sleep, slacker.” He grumbled, but ducked his head back down. She knew he’d probably be up all night, welding and cursing uncooperative steel. “Talk to you later.”

  She could hear the rattle of a hard spray of water hitting tile in the bathroom. She wouldn’t say goodbye again to Kate. Besides, she’d give even odds that they’d see each other again soon.

  Maybe even for Christmas. Or maybe not.

  Callie scooped up her coat and slung it over her shoulders as she strode across the hard floor.

  She would always admire Gabe, artist and man. Maybe she’d always want him. And in a way, she’d probably even love him forever, as much as she’d wish for something more for him. But she held him as lightly in her heart now as he’d held her all those years ago. With love, yes. But not for herself alone.

  Closing the doors quietly behind her, she slipped out of the building without a sound. Outside, the streetlights still shone on the deserted pavement and she knew she’d have to walk up to the next traffic light to find a street with enough traffic to flag a cab. She started walking.