“So if you were like me, Devin, you just go for it. You just do it,” she explains like she’s giving me the recipe for a peanut butter sandwich or something equally mind-numbingly simple.
“Just…have sex with you?” I never blush—ever—but I’m blushing now.
She giggles. “Well, I’d start with something simple, like a kiss.”
It takes me about thirty seconds to absorb what she said and then realize that I should act on her words. Or rather, enact them. I bend my head and kiss her. I’ve thought about doing it on and off for years. Callie is gorgeous and sexy and wild—everything I am not. Not the type of person I ever thought would be attracted to me, but the kind I’d always kind of secretly wanted to attract. Still, I knew we had nothing in common and that she didn’t want anything I wanted in life, so pursuing something seemed futile.
But now that I’m kissing her…I can’t believe how fucking hot it is. Within seconds of our lips connecting, the kiss intensifies. She slides her tongue out to tease my bottom lip. I open my mouth and her tongue finds mine and I grab the back of her head, tangling my long fingers in her silky hair.
“Fuck,” she gasps when we finally pull apart.
“Yeah,” I breathe back and kiss her again.
This time she moves her hands down my chest to the front of my shorts and I know she can feel my dick hardening. Instead of giving in to embarrassment, I put a hand on her ass and push her into me. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I don’t want to stop doing it.
“Who’s the wild one now?” she whispers against my ear before she kisses the sensitive spot right under it.
“Just following your lead,” I remind her, biting her earlobe gently.
She shudders and pushes me down into the seat of the tractor. Before I can do anything, she’s straddling me and kissing me blind again. My hard-on is at full mast now and aching.
Callie holds my face in her hands and grinds herself against my crotch. My hands grip her thighs as I fight the urge to come in my pants. Her sundress is bunched up around the top of her thighs; my fingers slide under it and I feel the elastic edge of her panties.
Her tongue dances with mine. I feel disoriented. I don’t know how we got here. What the fuck am I doing? A few minutes ago—or was it seconds ago?—I was thinking about wanting a wife and a family and Callie was ready to jump Owen. And now we’re making out and dry-humping each other on my dad’s farming equipment.
I may be disoriented and confused, but I am also horny and needy. Callie Caplan may not be wife material, because she always says she’d rather die than be someone’s wife, but she was fantasy material and I had fantasized about her, a lot. So I don’t stop her as she undoes the button and zipper on my shorts and slides her hand inside.
“Holy fuck, Devin, you’re big,” she murmurs in shock, and I fight a smile.
I kiss her hard again and slip my tongue back into her mouth. My hands slide up her taut little body and cup her breasts through the top of her dress. I’m never this forward. Never. But then again I’ve also never slept with a girl I wasn’t dating, either. This is a whole different world on every level. She pulls my cock right out of my underwear, shocking me. Her hand wraps around the base and she rubs me—long, firm, perfect strokes.
I wish I were the type of NHL player she talked about earlier. Then I would have had way more experience with girls’ hands on my dick and I wouldn’t be so close to blowing a load right now. Fuck.
“Is this what you do, Callie?” I ask, softly kissing a trail down her neck. “You like to jerk a guy off?”
“Yes,” she replies breathily as I fondle her breasts. “You like getting jerked off, Devin?”
“Yeah…”
“You like sex more, though, don’t you?” She breathes against my ear as her hand continues to pump me. “You like to fuck?”
“Yeah,” I all but grunt at her. Holy fuck, this is as close as I’ve come to dirty talk in my entire life and it’s making me hot and crazy.
“If you had a condom, Devin, I would let you fuck me,” she promises as her hand trails up my dick and her thumb glides over the tip.
“Back pocket.”
She freezes. Her hand stops moving. Her lips stop kissing. Her mouth stops speaking. I open my eyes and she’s looking at me. It’s hard to focus and gauge her reaction because she’s so close.
“I have a condom in my back pocket,” I repeat quietly. I always carry one—ever since high school. Because as much as I want a serious relationship and a family, I don’t want one accidentally.
I pull back and can finally focus on her face. I think I may see panic or even fear in it. I can’t be sure, because I’ve never seen those emotions before on Callie. Before I can figure it out, or decide what to do next, she’s in control again. She pulls herself off me. Now I’m just sitting there, the cool air swirling around my exposed dick, and she’s staring down at me with her big chocolate brown eyes.
“Take it out,” she tells me softly.
“It’s okay if you don’t…there’s a bunch of people just outside and…”
“Take it out,” she repeats firmly as her hands drift under the hem of her tiny sundress.
