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"Holy shit!" Calleigh exclaimed as she tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, almost taking him down to the gritty concrete with her. As she sat there with her head in her hands, she tried to slow her swirling mind, even if just for a moment. The show. The bar. His DJ set. The conversation. The drinks. Oh, God, how many drinks had she had? She rubbed her eyes and looked up at the boy standing over her, trying to read the expression on his face. He looked a little concerned, and definitely more than a little amused. "Hey, Cal, are you going to be okay?" he asked. "I mean, I can just walk you back to your hotel if you want..." Her mind was screaming. She had wanted Pete for years, and there was no fucking way she was going to ruin what might be her only opportunity to have him in any way other than her dreams. She looked up at his dark, messy hair, his brown eyes still wide with amusement and his full lips stretched into a wide smile. "Absolutely not!" she exclaimed with a smile. "I just tripped, otherwise I am fine. Help me up?" He extended a hand, not removing his gaze from hers, and pulled her to her feet when her hand was in his. He wrapped his arm around her waist and laughed. "Let's get you back to the room before you break something!"
As they walked up Peachtree Street, Calleigh leaned closer to Pete, and he pulled his arm tighter around her waist. She loved the smell of his skin, and the weight of his hand on her hip. They walked quickly, exchanging few words, until they reached the front door of the Westin. He placed one hand on the door and looked at her with eyebrows raised. "This is it. No turning back now..." he said seriously. She laughed, thinking that must be the most ludicrous statement she had ever heard, and shook her head. She looked up, her bright green eyes meeting his dark browns. "No. No, I will definitely not be turning back."
Walking across the lobby toward the elevator banks, Pete's heart started beating faster. The elevator was always when it became real for him. Things were no longer innocent once the elevator doors closed, though he knew that nothing had been innocent in either his or Calleigh's minds since he bought her first drink that night. He was deep in thought when Calleigh leaned back against him, laying her head onto his shoulder and removing every thought from his mind, except for those pertaining to how insanely bad he needed her at that very moment. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating on the pressure of her body on his. She smelled amazing, and he made a mental note to ask her what perfume she was wearing later, as he ran his hands lightly over her hips and his lips touched her neck for the first time. Calleigh moaned softly and, encouraged, Pete trailed kisses further down her neck and slid one hand slowly underneath her shirt. He felt lace on his fingertips and it was gone just as quickly, pushed to the side to grant him access. He cupped her breast in his hand and teased her nipple with his thumb, loving the way her body stiffened and then melted back into his as he continued. Calleigh writhed against Pete, feeling his hardness just to the inside of her right thigh. She was amazed to feel the pressure of an orgasm coming so quickly, and was just about to let Pete know when the elevator chimed and the doors slid open to reveal... an audience.
Calleigh was blushing, but not the least bit ashamed as Pete searched his pockets for the room key. She smiled as he pulled the key out of his back pocket and placed it into the card reader on the door. The light blinked green and Pete turned the handle and walked into the room with Calleigh following. He closed the door, then pushed her up against it, their bodies close together again, only this time face to face. His eyes burned into hers, the intensity matching the unsteady breaths coming from both their mouths. Pete brushed the hair away from Calleigh's eyes and leaned in until his lips met hers. He took her lower lip between his and gently sucked it as she ran her hands down his back and pulled him closer. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to playfully lick his lower lip, and he pursued it afterward until Calleigh opened her mouth and granted his tongue entry. She quickly pulled his shirt over his head and ran her hands down his smooth torso, tracing his tattoos and stopping at his belt buckle. Pete's mouth was all over her neck, her shirt was over her head and he was fumbling with the hooks on her bra. They finally relented and Pete tossed the wicked piece of clothing fully across the room before moving his hand back to the same position it was in on the elevator. He watched Calleigh as her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned her head back against the wall. Her breath was becoming shallow and faster now, and all Pete could think about was her lips forming his name and shouting it loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He placed a hand on her right thigh, just beneath the hem of her skirt and leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth. Calleigh let out a gasp of both surprise and pleasure as Pete grazed his teeth over her skin before teasing her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He slipped his hand further up the inside of her leg and Calleigh felt her knees get weak. She ran her fingertips just above the waist of his jeans before reaching for his belt buckle. Their eyes met again as Calleigh slowly unbuckled his belt and pushed him against the wall. She gave Pete her sweetest look, fluttering her eyelashes and smiling broadly as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled his tight jeans away from his skin and tossed them away before running her palms up the length of his legs and resting her thumbs under the waistband of his black boxer briefs. She hesitated for just a moment before peeling those away as well. She closed her eyes as she took him into her mouth, very shallow at first and then deeper until he was thrusting at the back of her throat. "Oh God... oh God..." Pete knew he was just repeating those two words again and again, and he briefly thought that Calleigh must be getting weirded out by his inability to form more than two words, but it was her damn fault, after all. This was it, he thought, the fireworks, the explosions that everyone so often spoke metaphorically of, but so few really experienced. He had two fistfuls of Calleigh's hair and a completely wild look in his eyes when he finally managed to stammer "st-stop..." Calleigh leaned back and Pete pulled her to her feet and kissed her with every bit of intensity he had built up over the last ten minutes. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her back into the wall without breaking the kiss. He pushed her skirt up and out of his way, and slid his hand up her thigh again and Calleigh shivered with anticipation. A smile broke across Pete's lips as he whispered "Oh. Did you like that or something?" He slid his hand higher, and when she moaned he added "I'll take that as a yes." He was smiling devilishly at her now as his fingertips brushed the black lace of her panties. Her eyes closed and she inhaled sharply as he finally pushed them to the side. Pete slid a calloused finger over her wetness, and his mind instinctively began searching for a metaphor to explain the incredible feeling of his rough skin on hers, which was so amazingly smooth. He let his finger circle her clit for a few moments before Calleigh's moans broke into his daze. He turned all of his attention back to her as her legs began to twitch. Calleigh opened her eyes for just a moment to study Pete's face. His brow furrowed as he pushed two fingers inside of her while still circling her clit with his thumb. Calleigh moaned. It was getting harder to breathe and her legs were shaking uncontrollably now. Pete pressed his lips back into her neck and she whispered dirty little nothings into his ear as her whole body began to convulse and she completely lost herself in the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced.
It took Calleigh a few minutes to catch her breath, and when she opened her eyes Pete was eyeing her with a little bit of wonder and a lot of desire. "That was amazing." she whispered. Pete smiled wickedly as he carried her over to the bed and sat her down on the edge. "That was nothing." he laughed as he sat beside her and brushed her bangs back out of her eyes. He kissed her again, slowly at first, and with more passion than probably all the kisses she had ever had, Calleigh realized. She leaned back against the headboard and Pete pushed himself up above her. He bent down for a kiss, and slid his hand back between Calleigh's legs. She sucked the tip of his tongue as he pushed his fingers in and out of her. Calleigh threw one hand off of the bed and fumbled through the contents of her purse, blindly feeling for the tiny packet of cherry scented lube that she knew was there somewhere. As her fingers closed around the packet she silently thanked her friend Elizabeth for the only useful gift she had ever given. She twisted the top off of the packet and squirted some of the fruity liquid into her hand before reaching down toward Pete. His eyes closed and he breathed deeply as Calleigh ran her slick palm up, then back down his shaft. She removed her hand and he steadied himself before entering her. Eyes open, Pete watched her the entire time. He watched her eyes grow wide as he penetrated her, then watched them squeeze tightly shut as he began to thrust deeper. She was grinding her hips into his, and he knew he wasn't going to last very much longer. He tried to distract himself with the tempo of the headboard bumping the wall, but it only turned him on more to know that their neighbors could hear everything. Calleigh was moaning. She was clawing at the sheets, the mattress, the pillows, anything she could hold onto. She was about to let go, about to shout Pete's name for the entire world to hear. Suddenly he was screaming her name. It echoed off of every wall, and Calleigh thought it must be the most amazing sound she had ever heard. Her hips jerked up in her own orgasm and she settled back into the bed, exhausted, with Pete's head on her chest. He rolled onto his side on the bed and pulled Calleigh toward him, giving her light kisses on the forehead. She snuggled her face into his smooth chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, and decided that this was by far the best way to fall asleep.
As they walked up Peachtree Street, Calleigh leaned closer to Pete, and he pulled his arm tighter around her waist. She loved the smell of his skin, and the weight of his hand on her hip. They walked quickly, exchanging few words, until they reached the front door of the Westin. He placed one hand on the door and looked at her with eyebrows raised. "This is it. No turning back now..." he said seriously. She laughed, thinking that must be the most ludicrous statement she had ever heard, and shook her head. She looked up, her bright green eyes meeting his dark browns. "No. No, I will definitely not be turning back."
Walking across the lobby toward the elevator banks, Pete's heart started beating faster. The elevator was always when it became real for him. Things were no longer innocent once the elevator doors closed, though he knew that nothing had been innocent in either his or Calleigh's minds since he bought her first drink that night. He was deep in thought when Calleigh leaned back against him, laying her head onto his shoulder and removing every thought from his mind, except for those pertaining to how insanely bad he needed her at that very moment. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating on the pressure of her body on his. She smelled amazing, and he made a mental note to ask her what perfume she was wearing later, as he ran his hands lightly over her hips and his lips touched her neck for the first time. Calleigh moaned softly and, encouraged, Pete trailed kisses further down her neck and slid one hand slowly underneath her shirt. He felt lace on his fingertips and it was gone just as quickly, pushed to the side to grant him access. He cupped her breast in his hand and teased her nipple with his thumb, loving the way her body stiffened and then melted back into his as he continued. Calleigh writhed against Pete, feeling his hardness just to the inside of her right thigh. She was amazed to feel the pressure of an orgasm coming so quickly, and was just about to let Pete know when the elevator chimed and the doors slid open to reveal... an audience.
Calleigh was blushing, but not the least bit ashamed as Pete searched his pockets for the room key. She smiled as he pulled the key out of his back pocket and placed it into the card reader on the door. The light blinked green and Pete turned the handle and walked into the room with Calleigh following. He closed the door, then pushed her up against it, their bodies close together again, only this time face to face. His eyes burned into hers, the intensity matching the unsteady breaths coming from both their mouths. Pete brushed the hair away from Calleigh's eyes and leaned in until his lips met hers. He took her lower lip between his and gently sucked it as she ran her hands down his back and pulled him closer. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to playfully lick his lower lip, and he pursued it afterward until Calleigh opened her mouth and granted his tongue entry. She quickly pulled his shirt over his head and ran her hands down his smooth torso, tracing his tattoos and stopping at his belt buckle. Pete's mouth was all over her neck, her shirt was over her head and he was fumbling with the hooks on her bra. They finally relented and Pete tossed the wicked piece of clothing fully across the room before moving his hand back to the same position it was in on the elevator. He watched Calleigh as her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned her head back against the wall. Her breath was becoming shallow and faster now, and all Pete could think about was her lips forming his name and shouting it loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He placed a hand on her right thigh, just beneath the hem of her skirt and leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth. Calleigh let out a gasp of both surprise and pleasure as Pete grazed his teeth over her skin before teasing her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He slipped his hand further up the inside of her leg and Calleigh felt her knees get weak. She ran her fingertips just above the waist of his jeans before reaching for his belt buckle. Their eyes met again as Calleigh slowly unbuckled his belt and pushed him against the wall. She gave Pete her sweetest look, fluttering her eyelashes and smiling broadly as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled his tight jeans away from his skin and tossed them away before running her palms up the length of his legs and resting her thumbs under the waistband of his black boxer briefs. She hesitated for just a moment before peeling those away as well. She closed her eyes as she took him into her mouth, very shallow at first and then deeper until he was thrusting at the back of her throat. "Oh God... oh God..." Pete knew he was just repeating those two words again and again, and he briefly thought that Calleigh must be getting weirded out by his inability to form more than two words, but it was her damn fault, after all. This was it, he thought, the fireworks, the explosions that everyone so often spoke metaphorically of, but so few really experienced. He had two fistfuls of Calleigh's hair and a completely wild look in his eyes when he finally managed to stammer "st-stop..." Calleigh leaned back and Pete pulled her to her feet and kissed her with every bit of intensity he had built up over the last ten minutes. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her back into the wall without breaking the kiss. He pushed her skirt up and out of his way, and slid his hand up her thigh again and Calleigh shivered with anticipation. A smile broke across Pete's lips as he whispered "Oh. Did you like that or something?" He slid his hand higher, and when she moaned he added "I'll take that as a yes." He was smiling devilishly at her now as his fingertips brushed the black lace of her panties. Her eyes closed and she inhaled sharply as he finally pushed them to the side. Pete slid a calloused finger over her wetness, and his mind instinctively began searching for a metaphor to explain the incredible feeling of his rough skin on hers, which was so amazingly smooth. He let his finger circle her clit for a few moments before Calleigh's moans broke into his daze. He turned all of his attention back to her as her legs began to twitch. Calleigh opened her eyes for just a moment to study Pete's face. His brow furrowed as he pushed two fingers inside of her while still circling her clit with his thumb. Calleigh moaned. It was getting harder to breathe and her legs were shaking uncontrollably now. Pete pressed his lips back into her neck and she whispered dirty little nothings into his ear as her whole body began to convulse and she completely lost herself in the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced.
It took Calleigh a few minutes to catch her breath, and when she opened her eyes Pete was eyeing her with a little bit of wonder and a lot of desire. "That was amazing." she whispered. Pete smiled wickedly as he carried her over to the bed and sat her down on the edge. "That was nothing." he laughed as he sat beside her and brushed her bangs back out of her eyes. He kissed her again, slowly at first, and with more passion than probably all the kisses she had ever had, Calleigh realized. She leaned back against the headboard and Pete pushed himself up above her. He bent down for a kiss, and slid his hand back between Calleigh's legs. She sucked the tip of his tongue as he pushed his fingers in and out of her. Calleigh threw one hand off of the bed and fumbled through the contents of her purse, blindly feeling for the tiny packet of cherry scented lube that she knew was there somewhere. As her fingers closed around the packet she silently thanked her friend Elizabeth for the only useful gift she had ever given. She twisted the top off of the packet and squirted some of the fruity liquid into her hand before reaching down toward Pete. His eyes closed and he breathed deeply as Calleigh ran her slick palm up, then back down his shaft. She removed her hand and he steadied himself before entering her. Eyes open, Pete watched her the entire time. He watched her eyes grow wide as he penetrated her, then watched them squeeze tightly shut as he began to thrust deeper. She was grinding her hips into his, and he knew he wasn't going to last very much longer. He tried to distract himself with the tempo of the headboard bumping the wall, but it only turned him on more to know that their neighbors could hear everything. Calleigh was moaning. She was clawing at the sheets, the mattress, the pillows, anything she could hold onto. She was about to let go, about to shout Pete's name for the entire world to hear. Suddenly he was screaming her name. It echoed off of every wall, and Calleigh thought it must be the most amazing sound she had ever heard. Her hips jerked up in her own orgasm and she settled back into the bed, exhausted, with Pete's head on her chest. He rolled onto his side on the bed and pulled Calleigh toward him, giving her light kisses on the forehead. She snuggled her face into his smooth chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, and decided that this was by far the best way to fall asleep.
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