Chapter 34 Calloway Sisters

Chapter 34 Calloway Sisters
Kade

She kissed the side of my neck and moaned, grinding herself on me. I tipped my head backward, eyes on the ceiling.

I was at Landon’s party. He’d said to throw a party if he wins the race, I promised I’d be there because I knew he wasn’t going to win the race. I was wrong.

Just a few minutes into the party, a brunette had approached me with flirty winks and smiles. She tried striking a conversation, but being an asshole I asked her if she wanted to make out instead.

And here I was, staring at the dark ceiling of a room while a girl rubbed her pussy on my dick through my pants.

“Are you not feeling it?” she asked, her voice breathless as she raised her head to stare at me. I blinked and licked my lips.

Grabbing her by the back of her neck, I slammed my lips on hers. Tugging at her bottom lip with my teeth before slipping my tongue into her mouth.

She was a pretty good kisser because it took not more than a second before she started kissing me back.

I pulled back, trailing my lips down her collarbone and that was when the smell hit me.

She smelt like her.

I don’t want to know how it was possible for me to recognize her scent but it was fucked up. Fucked up that my dick stirred at the thought of her.

It was all shades of wrong thinking about one girl while making out with another but I couldn’t help it. It doesn’t help that my brain was conjuring images too.

Rosy red lips that I was sure were soft, and that mole that was fucking with my senses. I imagined what it felt like to kiss her.

Just feel her lips on mine.

I kissed —sherlyn? What did she say her name was again?— but all I could see was Tatum.

She moaned, digging her fingers into my hair.

I tugged at her top. I was going fucking insane.

I badly wanted to forget about my brother’s babysitter. I wanted to stop having fantasies that she played in.

“It’s…” Sherlyn breathed as I pushed one strand of the tank top she was wearing down her arm, before the other followed and her breasts popped out. “just a makeout…oh my God,” her voice trailed off as my lips closed around her perky nipples.

She was right. It was supposed to just be a makeout session but I was losing my damn mind and needed a fucking distraction.

“Tell me if I need to stop,” my voice was raspy. I could feel her shake her head, her fingers almost digging into my scalp as I twirled my tongue over her nipple and biting it softly.

Her moans bounced off the wall, she rocked her hips.

I raised my hand, tugging at her hair as I shut my eyes.

All I could see behind my eyes were blue eyes almost shut, lips parted and arms around me. What would her moan be like?

I let her nipples slip out of my mouth before getting her off me and tugging at my belt.

She took her cue and slid out of her skirt, but let her tank top sit on her waist.

I watched her as I grabbed my dick, stroking it softly. It was no surprise she wasn’t wearing panties.

They always came to parties like this with the hopes of getting laid.

I could hear the loud music from outside the room. I knew Landon was somewhere in this frat building having a threesome with girls that looked like they fell out of hell.

Yeah, they were that bad.

She crawled towards me on the bed, batting her lashes. Her eyes dropped to my cock and she bit her lips.

I cocked my head slightly, watching her watch me stroke my dick. She wasn’t the kind of girl I’d usually go, but she wasn’t bad looking either.

After six months of abstinence, I could really do with some pussy before I run mad thinking of a girl I had no business thinking about.

She reached out, running the tip of her fingers on my dick. I got harder and shook my head.

I really was in no mood for foreplay.

I flipped her over immediately, nudging her wet entrance with my cock.

I dragged a rough breath.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked. I hadn’t come with one because I did not plan on having sex with no one. This was…impromptu.

She stared at me from over her shoulder, her eyes half closed.

“I’m clean,” she muttered and I pressed my lips together. Those were words I’d taught myself never to trust.

“Fuck,” I cursed underneath my breath and pulled away. I got off the bed, pulling up my pants. This was a waste of time.

“Hey. What are you doing?” she called as I tucked myself in and buttoned up.

“Get dressed.” I mumbled. She looked confused, mildly hurt and disappointed.

“You can’t just leave me…like this,” she bit out and I glanced at her.
“Is this because of the condom?” she asked and sat on the bed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“I promise I’m clean,” she added and a muscle twitched in my jaw.

I should have stopped things before it got this far but my mind was filled up.

“I’m sorry.” she deserved an apology at the very least. Turning around, I walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

I could hear her swearing from inside the room.

Tightening my jaw, I moved towards the kitchen where Landon had kept the drinks. Moving past the handful of people scattered around the room with red cups in hand was stressful on its own as they kept bumping into me.

“Hey, Kade. I had no idea you were around,” A girl touched my arm but I paid no attention as I walked past her.

I needed a fucking drink.

I slowed down as I spotted Brayden, with his back turned to the door. I looked around.

The place looked kind of deserted. I narrowed my eyes as he grabbed a bottle and raised it to his lips, drinking right out of it.

I frowned.

“Hey.” I called as soon as I was closer. He didn’t turn around and my frown deepened.

“Man, are you good?” I asked, clasping his shoulder and adding light pressure so he turned around to face me.

My brows pulled together seeing how bloodshot his eyes looked.

It’s been a really long time since I saw Brayden look this…disheveled. His hair was out of place, his expression was something else and my God, he reeked of alcohol.

How long has he been here…drinking?

“I’m fine,” he shrugged out of my hold, leaning on the counter.

“You’re not.” I pointed out, plucking the bottle out of his hand. I stared at it. Scotch.

“Maybe, I’m not.” he mumbled and ran his hand down his face. Concern stirred in my chest as I watched him.

The last time I’d seen Brayden like this was when his parents divorced. After then, he pretty much locked up and hide his feelings under smiles and fake laughter.

I took a swing out of the bottle. I was going to need it.

“What’s up?” I asked and he just stared blankly at nothing before he grinned but it was full of animosity.

I could practically smell it.

“You know that bet on Tate?” he asked and I shut down almost immediately.

“There’s no bet,” I said flatly and he turned to me.

“You think,” he mumbled and then cocked his head to the side. “I have a new deal.”

A frown crept up my face.

An expression I couldn’t fathom crossed his face. I don’t like this.

“Which one of us would be the first to fuck the Calloway sisters,” he said and his jaw tightened on the last word.

My frown deepened.

Sisters? What the fuck was he talking about?