by Kelli Walker
I’d show Callie exactly how much I’d wanted her over the years.
I hadn’t been with a woman in over a decade. Definitely not since Callie had gone off to college. And most definitely not since I first admitted to myself four years ago what I was truly feeling for her. I felt her legs spread farther, accepting the whole of my body as her rotund curves pressed into the divots of my body. She spilled over my edges, blanketing my fall into her as my arms pulled her closer. I breathed her air. Felt her skin. Tasted her tongue and took in how she shivered against my body. Her tits. I felt her glorious tits poking against my chest.
I needed my lips around those engorged nipples.
I wrapped my arms around her and lifted us up, then stood to my feet. Callie jumped and wrapped her legs around me, not wanting to miss a moment between the two of us. My heart leapt for joy as her lips collided with mine again. I fisted her ass while I walked towards the door, then kicked my foot out and closed it. I pressed her into her door and locked the handle, just in case someone came looking for us.
Holy fuck, I hoped no one came looking for us.
Callie ripped my button-down shirt open with a strength I would’ve never thought she possessed. Buttons flew everywhere as I worked her top off her body. Her breasts swung for my viewing pleasure as my cock leaked from its tip, staining my pants and filling me with a need to be inside of her. I peeled her away from the door and brought her body into my face. I buried my lips into her cleavage before wrapping my lips around one of her nipples. She groaned for me. Trembled against me. Fisted my hair to stay put as I walked her over to her closet door. I closed it and pressed her against it, getting us away from the damn hallway.
I wanted her to say my name at least once after this was all said and done.
I lapped at her nipple and listened as soft sighs fell from her lips. I pinned her body to the door with my chest as I undid my belt. I shoved my pants down my thighs as my cock came flopping out, weeping with want for her. I felt Callie struggling to get out of her pants. Struggling to figure out how to rid herself from the barrier that sat between us.
I kissed up her chest and nibbled on her neck, then I reached down and fisted her sweatpants before I ripped the crotch of them open.
“Oh my gosh,” she breathed.
“You ripped my shirt. I rip your pants.”
She giggled before I crashed my lips against hers again. This room. I’d been in this room so many times with her. I’d been behind its closed doors in confidence so we could talk. Exchange secrets. So Callie could seek advice from me that she couldn't seek from her father. So many memories, tucked away in the crevices of her childhood bedroom.
And I was about to dominate all of them.
Her heat brushed against my cock as I fisted my girth. I dragged it up and down her slit as her lips parted to moan. I kissed her cheeks. Her jawline. Down her neck and across her shoulder. I played with her clit and felt her roll and dart as little muffled whimpers fell from her lips. I pressed my free hand against the closet door. My legs trembled with an absolute need to be sheathed in her warmth. Her juices dribbled down my cock and soaked my balls as my eyes connected with hers.
“Please, Colt. Don’t stop.”
And the animal inside me caved.
I thrusted my cock deep into her pussy before covering her mouth with my hand. Her eyes rolled back and she cried out into my palm, no longer holding back her sounds. My free hand fisted her hips, keeping her connected with me as I rolled deeply into her tight warmth. Her juices sprayed onto my skin, unleashing its tyrannical waterfall as she hooked me; mind, body, and soul. I pounded against her hips. I watched her bare tits bounce for my viewing pleasure. Every curve on her body rippled for me as my cock sank into her. And every time her walls pulsed, my cock thickened inside of her.
“Colt. Colton, please. Oh, fuck.”
Her filthy words and my name falling from her lips ignited a fire in me only she could put out. I leaned against her body, pressing my muscles into her softness as our foreheads connected. I gazed into her eyes. I watched them roll back in pleasure. And oh, the fire it stoked in my gut. I swiveled my hips and ground my curls into her swollen clit as her legs trembled around me. I removed my hand and brought my finger to my lips. To quiet down the sounds I’d wanted to hear for years. It killed me to tell her to be quiet. I wanted to hear my name dripping in her voice. But Clay was just below us, and if he found us, it would be all over before anything ever began.
I watched her bite down onto her lower lip, silencing her beautiful sounds as I gripped her hips and held her to me.
“No one deserves you, Callie.”
Her eyes connected with mine as her pussy spasmed at my words.
“No one… except me.”
Skin slapping skin filled the corners of her room as her scent wafted up my nostrils. Her juices dripped down the insides of my thighs as her arms slid around my neck. She pulled me closer. Buried her face into my skin so she could moan and chant my name. Like a chorus I’d longed to hear for years, a smile slid across my face. It was beautiful. The most intoxicating sound I’d ever heard. For years, I had been her friend. Her confidant. Someone she could trust. Someone she go to and talk to without fear or hesitation or judgment.
And now, I would be her champion.
I would forever be her protector.
I slammed into her and ground my hips. I swiveled my cock around and slid deeply against her walls. And finally, I felt it. That telltale ripple that ventured up my cock. My toes curled into my shoes and my legs began to shake. Callie whimpered into the crook of my shoulder as her nails curled into my back. My hands pressed into the door. I shielded her from everything as my muscles created a wall she could cling to. Her lips found mine again as I exploded inside of her, coating her walls with my cum and forever painting her as mine.
“Oh, Colt. Oh, shit. Oh, Colt. Oh, shit.”
I swallowed her sounds as her body unleashed a torrential downpour of juices onto my skin. She marked me just as I had her. Her juices gushed and poured over my skin, drenching me in her scent. It soaked the pants around my ankles and filled my nostrils with a smell I knew I’d never forget. I suckled on her bottom lip. I raked my tongue across the roof of her mouth. I commanded her body as she trembled against me, lost in a wave of pleasure that sent her eyes to look at her brain.
But the second my balls became empty and my cock began to shrivel, the guilt instantly pooled in my gut.
What the hell had I done? What kind of monster had I turned into? I’d fucked my brother’s stepdaughter. My eyes fluttered open as Callie’s lips quickly parted from mine and I watched the same shock roll across her features.
“Oh, no,” she said.
“Callie.”
“What did we just do?”
“Callie, listen to me.”
“No, no, no. This can’t be happening.”
She pushed me away from her and she might as well have shot me. It felt as if my heart had been pierced. Stunned silent in its attempt to try and reason with her. I watched Callie scramble for her shirt as I turned around, watching her clamp her arms around her beautiful breasts.
She ripped her tank top over her head before looking between her legs and finding the hole I ripped into her sweatpants.
I stood there with my soaked pants around my ankles and watched her jilted movements. My shirt hung open, a useless piece of fabric that would get tossed into the garbage. All of the buttons were missing. Scattered about Callie’s bedroom. And there was no way for me to get my soaked pants past Clay in order to get to my suit jacket that would cover the damn thing. Callie’s eyes swiped down my body before she shook her head, and the motion alone permeated heat throughout my pelvis.
She wanted me again, even though the two of us were both stunned to silence.
She wiped the sweat away from her forehead as panic flooded her eyes, and for the first time I had no idea what to tell her. No idea what to advise her to do. I wanted to wrap her up
in my arms like I had done so many times and tell her it was going to be all right, but I knew she’d only push me away. I watched her step out of her pants and rifle around for another one and I chastised myself for allowing my eyes to fall over the swell of her ass.
She quickly stepped into another pair of pants, then her phone buzzed against the top of her dresser.
She lunged for it, seemingly looking for any distraction. However, instead of answering the phone and waving me out of the room, she grimaced. I knew exactly who was calling. And that little fuck was going to regret it. I stood there half naked in her room with her juices dripping down my balls and a protective instinct clouding my mind. So many emotions rolled through Callie’s eyes in that moment. Defeat. Pain. Anger. Frustration. All things she should never feel because of some idiotic little boy toy. I held my hand out for her cell phone and she looked at me as if I was insane.
Then, our eyes locked for the first time since she pushed me away.
“I can handle it, if you want,” I said.
And my body filled with a desire to defend her as she dropped her cell phone into the palm of my hand.
Callie
I stood there in my bedroom with my half naked step-uncle with his pants around his ankles. I watched him answer Matthew’s phone call as his face settled into stone. The glare in his eye shivered me to my core and I wrapped my arms around my body.
I still couldn’t believe what I had just done.
“Hello, Matthew. This is Colton speaking. No, she’s not here to take your call right now. Or any other calls for that matter.”
I put my hand over my mouth as I shook my head.
“Yes. I do know you want to speak with her. But, she doesn't want to speak with you. Callie has already made her decision, and if you can’t accept that decision, then maybe the police will help you accept it.”
My eyes bulged in shock as a tingle of excitement trickled down to my toes. I’d never heard his voice get to hard before. It was as if he had sunken into a protective sort of mode. Like he was coming to my aid.
I found that I enjoyed it.
My eyes traveled over his body as he continued to speak with Matthew and his voice quickly fell to the background. His tattered shirt hung off his shoulders and his bare legs pulsed with excitement. His long legs were chiseled. Rippling with muscle he obviously tamed in the gym and glistening with the juices he just pulled from my body. The outline of his calves bled into a set of thighs that made me lick my lips. Veins protruded from places I wanted to trace with my tongue.
I needed to feel guilty. I needed to feel dirty. I needed to feel disgusted with my actions.
But I wasn’t.
No man had ever taken control of me that way before. No man had ever craved me the way Colt just had. He pulled from me sensations and feelings and poured over me an attention I didn’t think any man was capable of giving another woman. I’d never been with anyone that put my pleasure before his own. Not even Matthew did things like that. And as I stood there with my eyes raking over his pelvis, begging to get a look at more of him, I knew I was in trouble.
I knew I was hooked on the man that helped raise me.
“Now you listen to me and you listen right now. If you continue this media circus--if you even dream of bringing this little quarrel to our doorstep--I can assure you, Matthew, you will not win it. You will start a war you will not see the end of.”
Colt’s growling voice snapped me back to reality and I furrowed my brow as he talked.
“You don't call her. You don’t text her. You don’t plaster her name all over the television. And you sure as hell don’t come to our house. Because if you do, there will be hell to pay. You stay away from Callie, and you stay out of her life as she’s requested.”
Then, he hung up the phone and placed it back down onto the top of my dresser.
My eyes found his and I fell into his beautiful gaze. His ocean blue eyes danced between mine as his thick black hair continued to stick up on its ends. That was what him and Clay did to differentiate between the two of them. Naturally, their hair was blonde. This dirty blonde with highlights of platinum in them. Clay kept his natural. Trimmed. Neat and in place. But Colt dyed his black. Kept his a little longer. Just enough for me to run my fingers through.
I wanted to do it again.
I went to move for him. To bring him back to my body and kiss him. But the second I moved, it was as if I had shocked him from his own trance. He reached down and ripped his pants up his body, its two-toned fabric boasting of the mess I’d left behind in my wake. He quickly tucked his cock away from my sight and buckled himself in, then ran his hand through his hair. He strode past me, taking one last look in my dresser mirror before he got to the door and whipped around.
My eyes begged him not to go, even as he unlocked the door.
“Colt.”
My voice stopped him in his tracks and he sighed. He turned his stare back towards me one last time and I watched his eyes drop down my body. Take me in. Drink me up as much as he could. He wanted me. I knew he did. And for some reason, I wanted him all the same. I felt confused, and elated, and wanted, and deceived. A man with the type of command he had over me--with the type of virile want he just showed off--didn’t spring that from a well of spontaneity. That much I knew.
How long had he wanted me?
“If you need anymore advice, Callie, feel free to ask. You know I’ll be here, but we probably shouldn't speak behind closed doors.”
My heart plummeted to my toes as his hand turned the doorknob of my door. I wanted to lunge at him. Rip him back and turn him around so I could kiss him again. I wanted him to take me in his arms I had trusted all my life and make love to me the way he just had. I wanted that connection back. That rawness back. That sweet, hot vulnerability back. I wanted his name to dance on my lips and I wanted my body to cave to his strength.
But instead, I held myself back as he made his way out of my room.
Had I been a mistake to him? Should he have been a mistake to me? My back fell against the wall and my eyes fluttered closed. I felt more confused than ever. I ached more than I ever had in my entire life. I wanted him to come back, and yet I knew it was wrong. I wanted more of him, and yet I knew I didn’t need to feel that way.
Was he just as confused as I was?
My phone vibrating against my dresser pulled me from my thoughts again and I groaned. I was about to toss the damn thing out the fucking window. I reached for it and looked down at the screen, then rolled my eyes when I saw who it was.
Another text from Matthew. Another meaningless plea to talk.
Got your uncle on my ass now? All I’m asking is to talk to you like an adult. The least you could do is give me the same respect.
My eyes fluttered over to my door. Should I go and tell Colt about it? Part of me wanted to. More than part of me wanted to. But I decided against it. Matthew was a hothead. I should have known a text message would follow behind Colt picking up the phone instead of me. But if he messaged me again, maybe I’d tell him.
Or maybe I’d block his number and get on with my life.
I closed out the message and made my way over to my bed. I clutched my phone in my palm as I flopped down onto my bed. It smelled like him. My bed smelled of Colt’s cologne. I closed my eyes and drew his scent in deep, rolling over so I could faceplant into it. Even though the moment we shared on it was brief, my bed had already soaked him up. Like my skin had soaked him up. Like my hands had soaked him up. I spread out onto my bed and allowed myself to be encompassed by him. Allowed my mind to be dragged under by all the confusing feelings coursing throughout my body.
I didn’t try to pick through them or make sense of them. I only forced myself to feel them.
After all, that was the only way to cope.
Colton - One Week Later
Every time I was around Callie, my cock tried to lead. And every time I was around my brother, my guilt at me alive. It had been a week since our e
ncounter in her bedroom and I couldn't keep my head screwed on straight. And since she hadn’t asked me for any other advice, I decided to throw myself into work. We still had the purchasing of our international headquarters to wrap up before we began renovations and a lot had to be looked over in terms of contracts and offers. And I ended up making some headway. I got a final price locked in and was in the process of negotiating the terms of the payment.
What I figured I’d get done in three weeks had gotten done in less than one.
The television droned on in the background and I paid it no mind. I worked better with a bit of white noise in the background, unlike Clay who needed total silence to do anything. But the second that mousey little voice hit my ears, my head whipped up from my papers.
And right there, on the screen, was Matthew Jennings.
The broadcast said ‘official press conference’ and I quickly grabbed my remote. I leaned back into my chair and turned up the volume in order to catch what he was saying. I told that little rat to keep Callie’s name out of the media, and I meant it. If he even so much as thought about dropping her name, I’d come for him.
But the electric fury that rushed down my back caused me to grip my remote so hard I thought I’d shatter it into little plastic bits.
“My public actions with regard to my fiance are deplorable, at best. I have no defense, other than my own selfish whims. I am owed nothing, and as a man that got caught in his infidelity, I don’t expect anyone to have any sympathy for me. But, that doesn't mean I don’t love Callie with all my heart.”