We're going to live a happy nice life in this one shot where Callie wasn't taken of her innocence from a fucking psychopath rapist named Liam, but from a beautiful gorgeous God named Brandon.
Brandon's POV:
She had me pushed against my own bed, her legs on either side of me, her lips on my neck. Her skin flushed and warm as my needy hands pushed under her dress, gripping her thighs. Not a minute later her hips began to rock under my touch, both of us breathing shallow out into the hot air.
"Fuck, Cal maybe we should take a break." I rolled her over, going against my own suggestion, her hands slipping under my white t-shirt, nails digging into my chest, leaving angry red marks in their wake.
"I don't wanna stop." She lifted her head from my pillow, bringing her lips to my ear and letting out a soft whimper. Another small cry from her lips was enough to get me moving, my hips pushing into hers.
"Fuck." She gritted out, tugging at the end of my shirt until I finally pulled away, letting her tear it off of me. Our breathing became heavier, the space between us was slim, but at the same time not close enough. We both wanted more, even if it wasn't a good idea.
"Are you sure?" I exhaled deeply, there wasn't enough air in this world, she left me breathless every time. Her hips pushed up to mine, my thumb looped through the side of her panties, threatening to pull them down.
"Touch me." She whimpered in response making my head spin. Only Stef was home and I couldn't think of any reason why she would want to come looking for us. We already broke one rule, being behind closed doors and I'm sure it would be frowned upon to take her closest daughter's virginity while she was under the same roof.
"I just want to make sure that you're sure about this." I press again, slowly tugging down her panties before she even answers.
"I'm sure Brandon. I want you to take me, all of me." She whispers in my ear, her thighs already spreading further and I have to close my eyes for a couple seconds before I pass out. She wants me to take every last ounce of her innocence and it becomes more and more tempting as I slide her panties all the way down her legs, my fingertips trailing around the inside of her thighs.
"Please, B. Please." She pleads. I love when she pleads even if it does make me loose all of my self control. She opens her mouth again to speak, but I bring my lips to hers, our warm tongues instantly meeting before she can get a word out. My fingers travel further between her thighs, slipping between her folds, her wetness already coating my fingertips.
Her hips lift against my touch and she bites down on my bottom lip, hard enough to show me how desperate she was. My thumb flicks over her clit, her lips parting as she lets out a cry, her hot breath against my face.
"More B." She moans directly in my ear, my jeans tightening even more around me than I thought possible. I pump a finger into her, and then another and another, her breathing quickening and her moans becoming louder. She winces as I move them deeper, but lifts her hips again anyways, pleading for even more.
I pull my fingers from her, leaving her with an empty feeling, lifting my fingers to my mouth. She tastes so sweet, like strawberries and cream and I can't help but crave for more. She takes my fingers, bringing them to her mouth, taking them between her lips, the taste of herself on her own tongue. I can feel my sanity slipping away as she wraps her lips around each of my fingers, looking at me through her lashes.
I push her further against the headboard, sliding down further until my face is where I want it, straight between her milky thighs. She licks her bottom lip before biting down, looking at me with her young, innocent eyes.
