Page 21 of Sweet Pea

“Chicken,” I retorted,

“I won’t fuck you in front of a chicken either.”

I laughed, taking his hand and leading him back to my bedroom. Pushing open the door, I led him inside and chuckled when he closed the door, pushing it hard, making sure it latched closed.

His lips claimed mine again in another hot, hungry kiss. I ran my hands up his muscled abs as his lips kissed their way to my ear. “How much prep do you need, counselor?” he asked, then his tongue ran along the seam of my lips.

“How much do you want?”

“I need to be inside you.”

“I need that too,” I breathed out, and he kissed me. I bit his lower lip and he spun me to face the wall, pulling my hips toward him. I anchored my hands to the plaster in order not to fall over and heard the tearing of foil as he messed with a condom, but then I felt his cock at my entrance, and he pushed in slowly. Lordy, he was big.

No surprise there, but he was bigger than I’d ever had, so my body needed a minute to adjust. Lucky for me, he seemed to understand and slowed his movements.

“Spread, Callie,” he instructed, and I spread, which took him deeper, and he groaned as his dick slid to the hilt.

He buried himself deep again and then moved in and out, picking up speed and I whimpered with each thrust as I felt an orgasm threatening to spill. Oh my god, I’d never felt like this before. Sex had never been this good.

“Sweet Pea,” I screamed, unable to stop my climax, my pussy clamping his dick, hard.

He squeezed my hips, his fingers digging deliciously into my flesh as he slammed into me harder and harder and then I felt him swell before his dick pulsed and emptied into me.

He gave my ass a gentle smack and slid out of me. “I’ll be right back, but we’re not done.”

I nodded, trying to catch my breath as he left me leaning against the wall. Oh my word, what the hell had I just done?

And how soon could we do it again?

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Sweet Pea

I stepped into thebathroom, got rid of the condom, then headed back into the bedroom to find Callie stretching out on her bed.

“Where did your name come from?” Callie asked as I lay down next to her.

“Sweet Pea?”

She nodded.

“Cutter started calling me that from just about day one.”

“Your old President?”

I smiled and nodded. “When I first came out here, Ropes was more like a dad to me than a brother. I guess in some ways he always was. It took us a while to figure out how to just be brothers. We’re probably still figuring some of that shit out. Anyway, Cutter kept saying me and Ropes reminded him of Pop-Eye and Sweet Pea. You know, a tough dude with muscles, taking care of a scrawny little blonde kid.”

“I can’t imagine you were ever scrawny,” Callie said, her hand going to my chest.

“Yeah, well I was, and from then on the name just stuck. By the time I was patched in, nobody even bothered bringing up a new name for me.”

“I think it’s the perfect name for you,” she said, giving me a kiss.

“I’m glad you like it,” I replied.

“And I’m glad you’re not scrawny anymore,” she said, her hand moving to my cock.

“Not so fast,” I warned, and knelt between her legs, grinning as I ran a finger through her slick wetness, spreading it on her clit and rolling the hard nub under my fingertip. She moaned, her back arched and I leaned down to blow gently as I slid two fingers inside of her. “You like this, counselor?”

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