Ace Huxley's Daughter

19

I hung the phone up, having ordered just a general breakfast for us whilst she was outside talking to her dad. I'd struggled to get through the call without laughing at them. They were very open. In ways I don't think I could imagine being with my parents. I guess when your dad is all sex drugs and rock 'n' roll, you become open to the theory that sex is normal and not shameful.

I sat up, pushing the pillows against the headboard as she came back in, the door closing properly. Callie stood at the bottom of the bed, bright red, nervously rubbing her arms. She stared at me for what felt forever until I smiled, tilted my head, and pulled the duvet back for her. She moved around the bed, crawling back under my arm, body roasting hot.

"You're really close with your dad."

"Embarrassingly." She nodded, her fingernail sliding up the centre of my chest and back down. "Sorry."

"What are you apologizing for? For telling your dad you had a guy in here? Why would you need to apologize for that?"

"For telling him we - you know."

"You tell whoever you want Pops. I'm not about to start telling people just because no one would believe it."

"Why wouldn't they?" She finally looked up at me and my heart fluttered. For the first time since she walked into the stadium in London, my brain was almost completely silent. There was no need for me to be thinking about how she looked because she was right here. I could see it. Flawless.

"Because you aren't just a little out of my league Callie. You're on a whole other planet." She scowled. "I ordered breakfast."

"You what?"

"I thought you'd be hung-"

"Did you put it on the room?"

"No, I paid-" She sat up. "Callie."

"You can't just-" I pulled her back into the pillows, putting a leg over her thighs to keep her down. She pushed her hands into my chest, protesting as much as she could. "You can't just pay for my food-" I leaned down and kissed her, long, hard, and deep. Making sure she stopped breathing before I pulled back, raised an eyebrow.

"You done?"

"Um." She pushed gently. "No." Her eyes closed for just a few seconds. Slow and gentle before a shaky breath passed through her lips and she pushed me again. "It's so out of or-" Again. Until she was pushing hands into my hair this time. Until she shifted slightly, letting me climb on top of her, legs on either side. I grabbed her wrists, delicately holding them above her head between my fingers on one hand, not taking much effort at all. She was tiny. "Sonny." She moaned into my mouth and I smiled, pulling back, and tilting my head.

"Anything else to say about me buying your breakfast love?" She swallowed. "No? I didn't think so." I looked down at the lack of space between us. My boxers pressing into her thigh and I know for a fact she could feel what this was doing to me. "Want me to move?"

"Not yet." I smirked. "You taste good."

"I do?" She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded. "Tell me about it."

"Hm?"

"Tell me how I taste Pops." I kissed her jaw, a little higher up, just below her ear lobe. "Tell me you much you like tasting my lips." She breathed heavy and I used my nose to shift her head, kissing down her neck softly. "Tell me Callie."

"S-So good Sonny." She lifted her hips as I reached the edge of her pyjama top, breathing so heavy you'd think she'd run a mile.

"I could go further but-" I kissed along the edge, landing in the centre of her chest before I started back up the other side, tugging on her other ear. "You said it wasn't allowed last night." A grumble rippled in her throat. "I'm not going to break promises."