He moaned so deep and long it rattled my balls like a struck bell.
“Fuck, yes. You feel so good.” He didn’t need the encouragement, but I could hardly control what was coming out of my mouth. “Faster. Oh, fuck, Cal. Shit, I’m gonna blow so fast.”
The door handle was poking into my back. The odd pretzel-like pose was threatening to cramp my leg. My ass squeaked on the leather. The whole thing made me want to laugh, and oddly enough, that tipped me over.
“Don’t stop.”
Cal groaned, and everything clenched tightly.
“I’m gonna come. Cal, fuck, please don’t … Oh, fuck. Fuck.” The familiar waves hit me like a sledgehammer.
He. Never. Fucking. Stopped.
Cal bobbed and sucked until the very last drop. When my body gave a shudder at the sensitivity, he sat up so quickly he knocked his head on the roof and barely caught his own load as it dribbled between his fingers. Some of it hit his shirt, but at least his interior was saved.
For seconds, all that surrounded us were our heavy panting breaths. I was still sprawled out on the seat, and Cal was on his knees but hunched over because he was way too tall to do that. He lifted his eyes to peer at me through the tips of his bangs, then grinned.
“Fucking hell,” I said on a laugh.
Cal joined me, shoulders shaking, hands holding his softening dick. “Napkins,” he finally said with a point of his chin at the glove box.
I pulled some free and handed them over to use while I righted myself and pulled my clothes back on. Neither of us said anything until we were sitting perfectly straight in our seats.
“Well, shit,” Cal said.
I turned my head to grin at him just as he did the same, and we busted out laughing again.
“So, uh, what do you think?” Cal cleared his throat. “Can we call it a ceasefire, at least? Maybe do some group stuff? We don’t have to do anything flashy at school. Maybe get out of town one night. Laser tag or bowlin’.”
He was adorable, blushing and fidgeting as he asked me out. I grabbed his hand and squeezed, waiting for him to look at me before I answered.
“Sounds like a date I could handle,” I said softly.
Cal grinned, then bit his lower lip. “Will you put out?”
“Only if you feed me first.”
He snickered. “I’m sure I’ve got something to fill that big mouth of yours.”
Fridaynight,acrowdof us went bowling. Our group connected in the parking lot, and from there, Cal didn’t leave my side.
He’d been cool about my desire to keep our new status on a need-to-know basis. Not being at each other’s throats was shock enough. No need to headline for the gossips again just yet.
Ty knew, obviously, and Cal was fine with that. Asher had figured it out, and oddly enough, I trusted he wouldn’t say anything. Other than that, the news would storm the school whenever people bothered to notice. Hopefully, that wouldn’t happen until we were ready.
Of course, anyone with a set of eyes should’ve been able to see the difference. At least, I thought we were being obvious about it. Cal and I exchanged the silent conversations, only now, I had a better idea of what he said. Especially when the long seconds ended with a pretty blush on his tan cheeks.
Cal did these little chivalrous things whenever possible, like holding the door for me, and maybe that was a product of his upbringing. But even when he called me Princess, I wasn’t hisdamsel. Though for now, it was adorable, so I allowed it.
Why did I keep callinghimprincess? That fucking blush …
That week as we worked on finding a new normal between us, Cal filled me in on—everything. Mostly through text, slowly, because it was easier for him to get it out that way. He told me about his mom’s cheating and his dad’s withdrawal. He told me about Sasha too. Not just the harassment since they broke up, but how she’d hurt him, humiliated him, and even forced herself on him.
I still had no idea what to do with all of the pain he’d trusted me with. He made me promise not to get mad about it, but that wasn’t a fair request to make. Hell yeah, I got fucking mad about it.
Through hours of therapy, I’d learned how to handle bullies. But shit you not, none of those lessons had included how to handle a smaller bully. Cal had already taken the high road and tried to be nice to her, but I struggled with more violent responses. Were I the person I was now back when I got jumped, yeah, I’d probably have given as good as I got. Violence wasn’t the answer, so they said, but man did I want to mess her up.
What a fuckingbitch.
