The two of us are on the same wavelength—we know what we want. We’re tipsy, just on the edge of being too drunk but floating in that blissful space. And when we’re in it, that’s when we do some of our best work in the bedroom.
Callum unlocks the door and we’re off, shooting for the stairs. I hear boos and hisses behind us, but he’s grabbing my hand and we don’t stop until we’re in my room with the door locked.
“God, I’ve wanted you all fucking night. I even thought about doing you in the fucking bathroom at Laker’s.” He grinds himself into me as we begin to whip off our clothing.
“Ew, gross. But me too. I might have even done you in the bathroom there.” I’m so horny right now I would have considered it.
I’ve been wet half the night, my appetite for him insatiable since we got back together. Who knew that healing emotionally together could lead to the best sex of our life?
My shirt is off, then comes the bra and I’m shimmying out of my miniskirt as I sink to my knees.
“Fucking hell, baby.” Callum groans, thrusting his fingers into my hair as I pop open the button of his shorts.
He springs free, all of that meaty girth bobbing in front of me. I’ve only known his cock, but damn, is it a fantastic one. Probably why I never searched elsewhere.
I open my mouth and suck him in, relishing in his salt-of-the-earth flavor. When I release him with a pop, he curses and pulls me back in, almost forcefully. I smile before taking him again, loving the way he gets a bit demanding like this. My lips are almost at his pelvis, that’s how far back in my throat his cock is, and he’s now praying to some god and cursing as I breathe out of my nose.
“Now. Now.” He growls.
Everything is moving so fast, our clothes, the blow job, my lack of foreplay. Not that I need it, and he knows. Which is why my boyfriend, gloriously naked, flops back on my bed and puts his hands behind his head.
“Ride me, beautiful.” He smirks, issuing a challenge.
Every part of my body flushes with anticipated pleasure. Discarding my thong and joining him in complete nudity, I’m already throbbing between my legs before I even make contact with his body.
His skin is slick with sweat from the club and the heat of our bodies together. I climb him like my own personal tree, straddling his hips as Callum licks his lips with a parched noise.
Slowly, slower than I even have the patience for, I line myself up. Slide down. Torture Callum until his fingers are leaving bruises in my hips.
“You better fuck me, Bevan, or I’ll show you just how patient I’m being for you.” He demands, a low growl emanating from his throat.
Oh God.
“You get fucking mouthy when you’re drunk,” I tease, then sink fully down onto him.
“Fuck!” he shouts, the fullness of him stretching me until I feel like he’s in my stomach. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
I wiggle on him, then do a couple of small test strokes to get my bearings. In this position, I feel like he’s impaling me, and I could come instantly. I want to torture him, to make this go on and on, just to fuck with him.
The challenge before we heal, that’s how we’ve always functioned. A bit of a game before we’re able to catch each other.
Our eyes lock as I bounce up and down on him, his hand kneading my breasts while alternating grabbing my hips. Callum thrusts up into me on every downstroke. In a tender moment, he swipes his thumb across my jaw. I nudge my head down until my teeth make contact with his digit and bite.
“Always on fire.” His smile is short-lived, because I slam down onto him and then he’s cursing.
“No one else. Just you. Only you. I am yours forever.” Callum pants as I push my hands against the wall to sink and rise faster.
My pace is rapid, picking up speed as I feel the onslaught of my orgasm coming. It’s going to knock me senseless, I already know it.
“I love you. My flame.” I pull one hand off the wall and Callum catches it, becoming a pedestal to press down upon as our fingers lace.
I’m barely breathing, holding in air for so long just to feel the pressure and vibration as it builds in my core. One more flick of my hips and the press of Callum’s fingers close to the entrance I’ve never let him inside, and I’m coming in long, languid moans.
My eyes squeeze shut, fireworks bursting behind the lids as sensations ignite all over my body. I hear Callum groan and still, his wetness coating inside my walls.
I collapse onto his chest, still tipsy and thoroughly sated. Our sweat mixes and sticks, trapped between our chests. Downstairs, the noises of our roommates can be heard in the kitchen, probably burning some snack.
“I love you.” Callum’s fingers tickle softly along my spine.
“Not more than I love you,” I tease.
“You trying to get in a fight?” He chuckles into my hair.
“If only to make you go another round.” I squeeze his hip and he squirms, still inside me.
“You really are insane.”
“And you love it.”
“I do. I will. Forever.”
We might be crazy, but we’re fucking crazy about each other. That much has always been true.
33
CALLUM
“Callum Strass, you didn’t.”
Bevan walks into my room holding up the navy and gray long sleeve I ordered a week ago. Georgetown Law is emblazoned on the front, and she’s beaming from ear to ear.
“I did. I want my girl to wear that shit loud and proud.” I wink at her.
“You’re the best.” She pulls it over her head even though it’s probably almost seventy-five degrees outside.
“DC will be fun to explore, huh?”
I’ve been working all day, alternating between studying and student teaching prep. Finals are in a matter of weeks, as is graduation. Those will be followed up by the last day of school for my kiddos at the elementary school, and then I’m jobless, school-less, and without my girlfriend, who already has her plan for the fall.
I’ve already spoken to Robert about a job at the school in the fall, and he’s made it clear he could probably find an opening for me in the district. Bevan and I have been ignoring the elephant in the room, our future, because I think we both want to pretend the honeymoon bubble will last forever.
But time is running out, and I need to know what her plan is when it comes to us.
“I can’t wait to see all the monuments. And going to school in the heart of the city where all the laws for this country are enacted? It feels bigger, more important than going to Harvard or something. I’m going to really be there, in the same place where the Supreme Court sits.”
In all of our time together, I’ve never seen her be so optimistic. She’s still going to therapy once a week, and I see it making all the difference. While Bevan is still the cutthroat, intense girl I fell in love with, there is a lightness about her.
“And will I be there, exploring with you?” I have to finally ask, because we’re both skirting around this subject.
She lets out a bated breath. “It’s all I want. It’s what would make living there the most worth it. But I don’t know if that’s something you want.”