After I work, I drove to Nate's house for bro time and football. Seated on the couch, I rifled through all the snacks on the coffee table, then looked over at him.
"Where's the plain chips?"
"There's a bunch of flavours there," he said, settling back with his gross pizza Combos.
"Yeah, but there's no plain chips. I like plain chips."
Nate rolled his eyes. "Live a little. Try something else. Sour Cream & Onion are the best."
"So I've heard," I muttered, leaning back with barbeque chips. "If we watch the game at your place, you have to get the snacks right."
"Sure," Nate nodded, flipping channels to the Thursday Night football game. "Next time."
I shot him a death glare as I didn't think he was taking this seriously.
"Are we betting on this game?" Nat asked.
"No," I said, still sulking.
"Why not? Afraid your team will lose? Again?" he laughed.
"We'll bet once you pay up. No more running a tab," I said. "And of course my team will lose you jinx. There's no plain chips!"
Nate grinned as his wife Ashely entered the room, followed by their two dogs.
"Hey Marshall," she smiled, then turned to Nate. "We have plain potato chips. I saw them in the cupboard."
"Yeah, I know," Nate said, looking sheepishly at Ashley.
"You motherfucker!" I yelled and threw the bag of barbecue chips on the table.
"Hang on Marshall, I'll grab them for you," Ashley shook her head and went to the kitchen. Nate burst out laughing as soon as she left the room.
"Imma get even. Count on it," I glared at him.
Ashley returned with the plain chips and then headed out to meet friends, while Nate and I watched the game.
By halftime, my team was losing. Again. My phone had buzzed throughout from where it sat on the coffee table. I was ignoring it and her.
"So how are things with Natalie?" Nate asked, looking over.
"I don't wanna talk about it," I said.
"That good huh?"
"Worse," I mumbled, still feeling like crap for sleeping with her.
Glancing over as my phone buzzed again, I was surprised to see Callie's name. She'd never texted me before. Grabbing my phone, I opened the message.
C: I can't show up at your house & demand sex. So get your ass over here.
I hid a grin as I tapped out a response.
M: Not how this works
Her reply was instant.
C: Fuck you
M: U wish
C: Yes! I do. Right NOW!
"Are we watching the game? Or texting?" complained Nate.
"Yeah, hold on a sec," I said, smoothing my beard as I re-read the text exchange. Normally I wouldn't respond to a summons from a slut. I wasn't a booty call. But the football game sucked and I felt like seeing Callie.
M: how bad do u want me?
C: Shitty day + couple glasses of wine = really fucking bad
I smiled. Last time she drank wine, I got anal.
M: on my way
"Sorry bro, I gotta go," I stood, slipping my phone into my pocket and looking for my keys.
"Are you serious? What's more important than football? And brother bonding time?" Nate asked.
"Pussy," I said.
"Noooo. You and Natalie have only been broken up a minute! Don't jump right into something new," he groaned.
"Relax. It's not a relationship," I said. "She's just a slut. Later."
I walked in and found Callie already in the bedroom. She reclined on the bed, slipping a glass of wine. My dick hardened as my eyes travelled down her body. She wore a black sheer bra that I could see her erect nipples through. Lower were the matching panties with garters and sheer black thigh-high stockings. Her curvy body filling out everything perfectly.
"Very nice," I said.
Not taking my eyes from her body, I unfastened my jewelry and set it on the dresser. She continued slipping her wine as she watched me remove my shirt.
Walking over to Callie, I took the wine and set it on the night stand. "I got better things for your mouth," I said. "Like my dick."
"No," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I think I've done enough of that until you reciprocate."
I laughed. "I don't eat out sluts."
"I'm not a slut!"
Raising an eyebrow, I let my eyes move over her body again.
"I'm not!" she protested.
"Ya done?" I asked. "Or should I go?"
Callie bit her lip and reached for me. Climbing onto the bed, I straddled Callie's waist as she ran her hands over my chest.
"Mmmm," Callie sighed, arching her back and pushing up into me.
Pulling her bra down I freed her breasts, but left the garment on. Then, my eyes never leaving hers, I slowly undid my belt and pulled it free from my pants.
"What – what are you doing?" Callie asked, watching me.
"Whatever I want slut," I growled.
I folded the belt in tight loops and ran the leather down her neck and over her chest. I circled each nipple with the folded belt, before I smacked her breast with it. Callie gasped. Moving to the other breast, I did the same before covering them in wet kisses to make it better.
"Too many clothes," she moaned as her hands went to my fly.
I slapped her hands away. "Not yet."
"Foreplay's not necessary," Callie protested. "Let's get to the main event."
"Hey. I aim to please," I smirked, enjoying her obvious need.
Shifting off Callie and kneeling on the bed, I trailed my fingers down her stomach to the edge of the black panties. Grabbing the fabric on either side, I tore them off. Leaving Callie in only the garter and stockings. Fuck she looked hot.
Sliding my phone from my pocket, I snapped a quick picture. I would definitely be jacking off to that later.
"No!" Callie yelped. "No pictures!"
"Relax. It wasn't of your face," I said, putting the phone away.
Spreading her legs, I ran my fingers over her pussy and found the wetness leaking out onto her thighs. "You want me bad," I smiled.
I flipped Callie over flat on her stomach, her ass perfectly framed by the garters. Licking my lips, I picked up the belt again and whacked it across one cheek. The skin flushed red and I leaned forward to sooth the area with wet kisses. Pulling back, I struck the other cheek, soothing it with my tongue.
"Please. I need you inside me," she begged.
"Yeah? Like this?" I asked, thrusting my fingers into her pussy and starting a steady rhythm.
Wasn't long before she was pushing back against my hand, trying to suck my fingers in deeper. I ran my other hand down her back and slapped her ass. Her need was turning me on big time. Soon Callie's breathing became erratic and with a gasp she came.
Removing my fingers and standing, I unbuttoned my pants and shed the rest of my clothes. Grabbing a condom from the night stand, I straddled her thighs and rolled the condom down on my dick.
"This what you really want?" I asked, nudging just the tip into her pussy.
Callie moaned again and I had to agree, it felt damn good. My legs on the outside of hers, kept her thighs pushed together increasing the friction.
"Tell me," I demanded.
"Yes! Fuck me," she begged.
Pushing into her a little more, I paused. "Ya sure?"
Callie wiggled back, trying to force me in deeper. "Quit teasing and fuck me!"
"Yes ma'am," I smiled and pounded into her repeatedly.
When Callie's breath became erratic and her hands clenched the sheets, I pulled out before she came and sat back.
Callie sputtered and turned. "What the fuck?"
I grinned. "What about me? Why's it gotta be all about you?"
"Because it's always about you asshole!" Callie shouted, exasperated.
I'd just been playing, but Callie's hand wrapped around my dick. Stroking me firmly over the condom, her eyes never left mine.
"Right now I want this dick buried deep inside me, fucking shit up," she said in a low voice as her hand moved lower, nails scratching my balls. "I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my name because I'm screaming yours."
I licked my lips.
Her hand moved back around my shaft and tightened, bordering on painful. My breath caught.
"Can you do that?"
I nodded. The second she released me, I shoved her back and moved between her legs. I slid in and fell forward. Slamming my lips on hers, our bodies began a brutal rhythm. She gripped my ass, nails digging into my flesh.
She felt so good, tight and wet. Panting now, I wanted more. Pulling her thigh up and deepening the angle, her stocking-clad legs wrapped around me. My mouth slid down to her neck. Nipping and sucking hard, Callie's breathing hitched and I felt her nails digging into my arms. She came with a cry and I surrendered to my own orgasm.
As we lay in silence, Callie turned to glare at me.
"You need to delete that picture," she said. "No way I'm letting you have more blackmail material."
"Is that anyway to treat the guy who came over to get you off slut?" I asked, ruffling her hair.
"That doesn't make me a slut!" she said.
"Sure," I said, snuggling under the covers.
"The double standard around sex isn't fair," she said. "If a woman sleeps with three men in a week, she's a slut. But if a guy sleeps with three women, he's the man."
"I don't make the rules," I shrugged.
"No, you just perpetuate them," she grumbled.
"Hey, I call it like I see it."
"I'm so fucking sick of men and their double standards," Callie said, getting up and searching for clothes.
"Chill," I smirked. "Get back in bed."
Callie stripped off her lingerie and pulled on a long shirt that hung down to her thighs. "The dick was great, thanks. You can leave now," she said and walked out of the room.
What the fuck? I stared after her. She was dismissing me?
After putting my jeans on, I found Callie in the kitchen, standing at the counter eating ice cream from the carton.
"What's up with you?" I asked.
"What's the matter? You don't like being treated like a whore?" she asked, emphasizing her words with the spoon.
"You're not supposed to eat right from the carton," I said, taking the spoon from her.
"I live alone. Pretty sure I don't mind," Callie said.
I nodded and took a spoonful of ice cream. "So what's with the 'men are scum' vibe tonight?"
She opened a drawer and took out another spoon. I leaned against the counter and waited while she ate some more ice cream, then sighed.
"I've been working really fucking hard on this case, trying to find creative solutions within the existing law. Thinking outside the box is something I'm good at. Known for even," she paused for another bite of ice cream.
"One of the partners has been a dick to me since I arrived, asking when I'm going to start popping out babies because that's all women are good for."
I choked on the ice cream. "Paul would have my nuts if I said that in the office."
"He's careful to only say shit like that when he and I are alone. No witnesses. My word against his. And like you said, without proof who's going to believe the woman?" she said bitterly.
I felt a flush of shame creep up my neck. "No wonder you're pissed."
"Oh I haven't even got to the good part," Callie said. "I found a way to win the case and it worked. We won. And today during the celebration, the dickwad partner took credit for my idea in front of the whole firm."
"What?" I was stunned. "Tell them it was your idea!"
"I can't," she sighed. "He's a partner, I'm a new employee. He's got the power. Plus anything I say now looks like sour grapes."
"So what are you going to do?" I asked, outraged at the thought of someone taking credit for her work.
Callie raised her spoon and smiled. "Eat ice cream and get fucked by great dick."
"Guess that's my cue," I said.
Reaching down, I grabbed the shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked. Scooping up some ice cream, I swirled it over one nipple, then the other. She gasped as they hardened with the cold and the ice cream melted in trails running down her stomach. Lowering my mouth, I sucked the nipples clean and used my tongue to lick up the rest.
"God I love ice cream," Callie groaned.
I grabbed the container of ice cream and her hand, tugging her back to the bedroom.
