Page 19 of Score on You

Once I’ve crossed from her property to mine and shut myself inside, I wait for the frenzied lust to fade. But clarity doesn’t return. The solid surface at my back doesn’t add stability. All I hear is my name spilling from Callie’s lips like a chant.

My boots hammer on wood as I rush upstairs. Arousal chases me faster with each step. This intensity is foreign and reserved strictly for her. There’s a singular goal leading me to the spot that connects her home to mine. That section of wall above our attached garages has become a sanctuary of sorts. As I enter my room and reach that place, the desperation has grown into a caged beast.

I rip open my pants to free the insistent throb. Relief wheezes from me while I get a solid grip. I begin to fuck my fist and plant the other palm firmly on the wall. That contact grounds me. My mind makes quick work of picturing Callie on the opposite side. The visual is enough to fuel my desire to intoxicating levels.

My hips thrust at a feverish pace. I’m already teetering near the edge from visions of her hand replacing mine. I pump my dick harder at the fantasy. It takes true shape in the form of her lush mouth while she beckons for more. There’s a sweet scent floating in the air that has my mouth watering. I’m compelled to increase the speed, rolling my wrist until the motions are a blur. Shivers ripple over me and I expel the groan trapped from earlier.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “Almost there.”

Need thrashes under my skin, tightening until it’s difficult to breath. Just a few more strokes. The peak appears when I squeeze my base and give a final upward tug. Heat bursts forward, shooting out with the force of my climax. That warmth crashes in waves from one to the next until I’m dizzy. Pressure flows from me in a steady stream until I’m sagging under the weight. My fingers curl along the wall as if I can anchor myself. But the release is too powerful.

White spots speckle my vision as the last of my pleasure is wrung dry. I rest my forehead on the wall while my chest heaves. There’s an empty ache in my balls as if this process hasn’t been a daily occurrence since Callie showed up in Knox Creek.

My ears are ringing when reality comes into focus. I soon realize the sound is from a notification alert and the mess on the floor becomes an afterthought. There’s a tremble in my hand when I tug my pants up and grab my phone. Through a bleary squint, I manage to read the text.

Callie:Hello, Ridge. I wanted to thank you again for painting the door. It’s perfect, just like I told you. Did you get permission from the owner? Or maybe you didn’t need to ask because you’re him. Is that jumping to conclusions? Hopefully not. Either way, you’ve made my day. You’ve also made me curious. I’m almost certain you’re not only my neighbor, but also my landlord.

Callie:Oh, I almost forgot. It was lovely talking to you. Even if I didn’t say much. You kind of caught me off guard, but Iwouldn’t change a thing. Other than maybe speaking a bit more. I was struck silent by your presence, if you couldn’t tell. In a really good way. Being that close to you alone had me tongue tied. I’ll do better next time.

I smile into the afterglow. My eyes still struggle to focus as I reply.

Me:hey, you. glad you like the door. it was the least I could do after everything you’ve done for me. just let me know about any other changes you want to make. as your neighbor and landlord, but hopefully as a more significant role soon. it seems promising and likely considering you’re already thinking about next time

Me:also, I’m always struck by you

Callie:Um, wow.

Callie:You made me speechless again.

Callie:Okay, I’ve recovered. Mostly. That’s just really nice to hear. It’s like my feelings are validated, or I’m jumping to more conclusions. But I’m not sure Iunderstand. What have I done for you?

Me:gave me a purpose. revived my passion. made me smile. just to name a few

Callie:I did those things for you?

Me:only you, sweetness

Callie:There’s something I want to ask, but I’m not sure I should.

Me:you can ask me anything

Callie:Okay, remember you said that. Do you have plans tomorrow? Can you come over for dinner? I’d like to cook for you. As a show of gratitude, but also as more. Like maybe a date? If you’re interested. Gosh, I can’t believe I typed that. I’m going to send this before I second guess myself and delete it.

My stare locks on the screen. She’s not the only one who needs to recover after such a huge blow. It takes several seconds for her message to register.

Me:you wanna go on a date with me?

Callie:Yes. Very much so. The maybe I included might’ve led you to believe I was unsure. That’s not the case. I’m extremely interested in you. That’s why I’d like you to come over for dinner.

Me:are you ready for that? to have a man in your home

Callie:You’re not any man, silly. The invitation is extended to you. Only you.

I’m depleted, or so I thought. The significance in her text grasps me in a gentle hold. Her trust is precious, and I clutch those delicate threads to my chest. A wide smile forms on my lips as I bask in the moment.She only wants me. Damn, that sounds better than a fantasy. My dick is suddenly rising to the occasion, eager for round two as if coaxed from slumber.

Me:I’ll be there

I wring my hands until a sting cries out to stop me. My sore knuckles are the least of my troubles. I turn on my heel and pace back to the fireplace. At this rate, I’m going to wear a path into the carpet.

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