Page 10 of The Consequence of You (Heathley Academy #2)

CHAPTER TEN

ASHER

L ately, every time I hear my name pass her lips; it makes extra blood flow to my groin.

My dick may as well be waving, the way it jumps in response.

She opens her eyes and tries to maintain eye contact, but I don’t miss the way they widen.

I swear they water a little, which means she’s probably imagining how big I am at full mast. I’m as blessed in that department as the rest of me, and there is no disguising it in my choice of underwear.

“It was very expensive. Hand knitted by Tibetan monks.” Confusion mars her face as her eyes sneak another look at my cock. Clearly, she needs clarification. “My jumper? It’s new. I had it sent over last month, when the temperature dropped. I took it off because I don't want it to get paint on it.”

“And your trousers?” She mumbles the words, as her eyes drift lower again, taking in the rest of me .

“They’re nothing special, but if I get paint on them, I run the risk of getting it on my car upholstery.” She nods slowly before seemingly remembering where she is. She turns around to unfold the dust sheets, crouching down to methodically cover the floor.

“I’m sure Susan can find something else you can wear.”

“Are you suggesting I wear a spare pair of Mr Charles’ pyjamas, Calliope? Because I really don’t think taupe is my colour, and we both know they’d be a little tight on me.”

“I meant there are probably some spare staff uniforms somewhere.”

The conversation is beginning to bore me, and it is especially pointless when I would never be caught dead in cheap polyester, plus Callie is enjoying the view. So, I adopt her usual Modus operandi and ignore her.

I pop open the lid on one of the tins of paint and pour a generous amount into a tray as Callie pushes the head on a roller. This might not be something I’ve ever done before but it doesn’t mean I’m completely clueless.

For the next hour, we work silently side by side, falling into an easy rhythm of Callie doing the delicate, detailed work of painting the edges and coving, while I cover the bulk of the walls with the plain white emulsion.

It’s strangely enjoyable, watching the room become brighter and cleaner.

Seeing our physical work translating into something tangible.

The first coat is almost finished, and I need to open a new tin of paint. I turn to put the roller in the tray, except Callie must have moved it, and I end up stepping directly in the paint. My foot sinks into the cold white liquid, and it splashes up my shin. I’m about to curse when I hear it .

The prettiest tinkle of laughter.

It’s so unfamiliar to hear it from her; it takes me a second to realise what I’m hearing.

I spin to look up at Callie who stands at the top of the step ladder.

She clamps her hand over her mouth to disguise her mirth and in doing so, sprays paint from the brush she’s holding across my face.

The splatters only miss my eyes as the bulk of it hits my glasses.

She lets out a louder laugh, clearly unable to contain it now. Oh, she thinks that’s funny? I’ll show her funny .

I lean down and dip my hand into the paint can, soaking my fingers with the viscous liquid, and she immediately stops laughing. I step closer to her, intending to coat her foot in paint, much like my own, except when I look at her small feet on the middle step, I stall.

Her delicate toenails are painted pearly pink, completely contrasting with her usual black attire. On her fourth toe is a tiny silver ring. For some reason, I can’t bring myself to cover her foot with paint as I intended.

Instead, I smear a line across the bare skin on the top of her foot.

Using my second finger, I slowly circle her slender ankle, leaving a white ring below the hem of her black jeans.

She makes no move to stop me, just shivers under my touch.

I stand up straight, now eye level with her naval, as she stands a few steps above me on the ladder.

A couple of inches of her bare stomach show between the bottom of her cropped grey vest top and the waistband of her jeans.

With my third finger I circle her naval, my eyes fixed on the tiny black jewel that catches the light.

Goosebumps appear on her flat stomach as we both watch a drop of paint trickle down her alabaster skin .

She does nothing to make me stop, so quickly I wipe the excess paint off my hands onto my boxer shorts and I push the fabric of her top up, slowly revealing another inch of her stomach.

The silence in the room is palpable, punctuated only by the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. I watch for the slow rise and fall of her chest but it’s still, so I look up to check she’s okay with this.

Callie’s pupils are blown, her dark eyes are fixated on where my hand meets her bare skin. She bites down on her bottom lip in a way that has me desperate to replace her teeth with my own. She’s holding her breath, waiting for my next move, so I slowly push the snug fabric upwards.

After a few more inches of her skin are revealed, the bottom of her black lace bra becomes visible.

I step up onto the bottom step, trapping her between my own body and the ladder.

She leans back and arches her back, her hips meeting mine, so I take that as an invitation to continue.

She certainly makes no move to stop me, and while I like to get what I want, I would never presume to take something that was not offered freely, so before I go any further, I make eye contact with her.

Silently, I ask her for permission, and the moment Callie offers a small nod, I stop being patient and pull her vest up and over her lace covered breasts.

She raises her arms, allowing me to slip it off entirely, and I drop it onto the floor next to us.

Suddenly I’m conscious of being naked except for my underwear and every place my bare skin touches hers heats up.

Her tits are rounded and soft and pillowy, her trembling white flesh perfectly showcased by her bra.

Her breath hitches and becomes heavier. I lean in closer and lick down the column of her throat, chin to chest, before lightly sucking at the soft flesh I find there.

I let her skin go and study the dark pink mark I’ve left behind.

I’ve never felt the need to leave a mark on a woman, but something about her unblemished skin has me wanting to feast on her, drawing out some primal desire I’ve never felt before. I lean down and suck at the same patch of skin again. This time I use my teeth lightly, and she whimpers above me.

My dick responds by poking its swollen head out of the waistband of my underwear.

Precum beads at the crown, and she must feel it on her skin as she looks down at where it’s mixed with the paint on her stomach.

She swallows loudly before reaching between us and rubbing her thumb over the slit on my crown.

I hiss at the contact as my thick erection leaps towards her, begging for more.

She pushes her hand into my boxers and I hiss as she takes hold of my length, her tiny hand barely able to close around my wide girth. She grips me firmly before tugging slowly and confidently. I’m close to making a fool out of myself as the urge to shoot my load is only just containable.

I wasn’t expecting her to take charge of my manhood so assertively.

But then, did I really expect her to back down?

She’s certainly never backed down from a challenge before.

Keeping her firm grip, she rubs her thumb down my frenulum, and I dig deep to summon willpower I didn’t know I possessed to stop myself coming.

She alternates between long, firm strokes and twists and her technique has me thrusting into her hand, desperately chasing more of the sensation.

For a few seconds, I indulge myself, transfixed by the sight of myself in her grip .

Fuck, where are my manners?

This girl who hates me, is pleasuring me while I stand there, leaving her high and dry, so I push down the cups of her bra, exposing her beautiful tits to the cool air.

If I thought it was hard to stop myself coming before, then this is a new level of torture. She is absolutely stunning.

Tiny bolts of silver pass through each of her rosy, pink nipples.

Even without touching her beautiful tits, I know they’ll fit in my hands perfectly.

Rather than find out if I’m right, I lean down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth.

I don’t bother being gentle as she clearly likes a little pain.

It’s the right assumption as she arches her back, bringing her tits closer to me.

I swirl my tongue around the piercing and tug at the cold metal with my teeth before pulling off and focusing my attention on the other breast. In response, she increases the speed and pressure she’s stroking my cock, and I feel the familiar tingling in my balls before they draw up.

Pulling away from her, I grip the sides of the ladder as I erupt all over her hand and stomach, ropes of white cum coating her skin. It keeps coming, and I can’t remember the last time I came as hard as this. For a girl I can barely stand, too.

Stepping down off the ladder, I watch my seed drip down her front onto the top of her black jeans. I reach for her waistband, intending to repay the orgasm, but she pushes my hand away.

Callie stares at the mess on her chest and stomach like she can’t believe what she’s seeing. She looks up at me and then looks down again, regret clear on her face.

This is not a look I’m used to being on the receiving end of, and I don’t like it at all .

Spinning away from her, I grab a couple of clean cloths, offering one to wipe herself clean.

Something tells me she won’t want me doing it.

I make a quick job of wiping myself off as she hastily redresses and exits the room as quickly as she can, leaving me with nothing but the familiar feeling of not being good enough.