Me & You: Chapter 3

Callie's POV

"We shouldn't have to." I mumbled. I was looking away from his eyes and I couldn't help but feel awkward.

"Then lets not talk." I hear him move towards the bed.

"No!" I yell whisper, looking into his face. "Not with everyone in the house."

I got up from the bed and stood closer to him. We stared at each other for a long moment.

He let out a sigh. Brandon moved closer to my face and whispered, " Then we'll have to be extra quite."

His fingers found my face and he kissed me deeply. I tried to force him away, but he was strong. So strong.

"This is so wrong." I mumbled against his lips. I started to peel off my sweatshirt, fumbling with the long sleeves.

He took my hands from the zipper and began to pull it down for me. His fingers ran around to my back.

I pushed him away. "We really need to stop." His lips traveled down my neck, leaving a searing trace of fire behind.

"I really don't want to." His breath tickled.

I put my hands on his face, bringing it back up to mine. "Stop. I have homework to finish and you have to practice your piano piece."

He made a quiet whining noise. "But I want to practice something else."

I moved away. "Goodbye Brandon." I turned back to my bed.

He took a deep breath. "Well alright."

I picked up my pencil as I heard him move a bit.

"I'm heading for the door." He said.

I sighed and looked at a geometric problem.

"I'm taking a few steps." He said.

I tapped my pencil against my book, trying to focus on anything- anything- but his voice.

"I'm turning the door kno-"

"Oh fuck it." I pushed all my stuff onto the floor- not caring at all- and jumped straight into his arms.

I kissed him with everything that I had. My limbs threaded to his back as I pushed into him.

Brandon lifted me up and walked forward. We fell onto my bed, the contact making my teeth hit his a little to hard.

"Sorry." He said before cascading kisses down my jaw. His lips sucked my skin, creating heat in my heart but shivers through my bones.

"Ahh." The buttons on my shirt were pulled apart and warm air hit my stomach. My hands found his hair as he worked down to my belly. I felt like I was doing nothing at all.

As his cool lips were about to make their way to my underwear line, I brought his face back up to mine.

"Not yet." I whispered. I rolled us over so I was sitting on his waist. I smirked. I was in full possession of Brandon Foster.

I kissed him hard. Our lips moved in a sucking kind of way. I stole his top lip between mine and kissed harder, stronger, faster.

I started to undo the buttons at his collar. I made my way down. As I got closer and closer to his crotch, I let my fingers scratch his abdomen lightly.

His hands pulled my thighs up and closer to him. My waist clashed with his for a moment. He groaned.

My fingers slid up his abs for I could take off his shirt. I pushed the sleeves off.

He grunted and threw the rest of his shirt to the side.

I found the waist of his jeans and tried to undo them. But my hands wanted to do something else.

I scraped my fingers up and down and all around his back, his abs, his neck until goose bumps began to prickle up everywhere on his flesh. I pulled my lips away from his.

"You like that, don't you." My ask sounding more like a statement.

He moaned quietly. I found his neck and began to bite it as lightly as possible. I squeezed his waist with my legs and ground my center into him.

"You definitely-" he groaned and my lips sealed over his. Warmth flowed through my veins as I pushed into him again.

I pulled away and looked at the clock. 5:49.

Yeah, we got time.

I looked straight into his eyes. There was sweat forming on his temples. "Am I turning you on right now?"

His eyes widened. "What do you think?" He looked down at where my waist connected with his. "What do you feel down there?"

He leaned up and pushed his lips into mine.

What do I feel? Definitely a hump forming. I scraped into him again.

Yup, he's turned on. My sweats were perfectly comfortable.

"I bet you hate those constricting jeans right now." I said. " They must really," I banged my hips into his, "be a pain."

Brandon's hips jolted off the bed. "You have no idea. His hands found my waist and pushed into it. "No idea."

I was definitely feeling a bit wet. I started to unbutton his jeans when I heard the stairs creak.

My back froze. "Shit." I whispered. I got off him. "To the closet. Go, go!"

He bolted out of my bed. Or at least tried. "Ow." He grunted.

"Just go!" I whisper yelled as he pulled his pants on. He clambered to the closet door.

"Callie?" I heard Lena say.

Brandon pulled the door behind him.

Shit. His shirt. His shirt. His shirt?! Where's his shirt?! Where's mine?!

I scrambled onto the floor and found them both by Mariana's nightstand. I dove onto my bed, shoving them deep under my pillow. I pulled the blankets around me and closed my eyes.

"Oh look at her." I heard Lena's voice.

"Did she have a rough day?" Stef said.

"I don't know but she must have really been tired." Lena said, understandingly.

"We should just leave her." Stef said.

I heard someone pick up my books and place them by the desk.

I waited until I heard the door close.

" Brandon?" I whispered out into the open.

He peaked out from behind the door.

He came back to me. "You can finish what you started."

I smiled deviously. "Can? Will." And dove back over him.

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