He brushes his thumb over my clit and my eyes roll back as I let loose a moan. I love the freedom to just be myself. I try to widen my legs, but my panties prevent it.
“What’s that?”
“I was wondering if you’d like it if I put your cock in my mouth?”
“Jesus, Gemma,” he growls. “Fuck yeah, I’d like that. But first, this sweet pussy needs my tongue.”
“Oh, yes, you’re right. It does.”
He chuckles against my belly, and lowers his mouth until his tongue is on my clit. I cry out and lift my hips from the bed, grinding against his face, completely shameless in my needs. He swirls his tongue, then flattens it, and presses it against me.
“My God,” I cry out, and go up on my elbows to watch him. The deep sound in his throat is a good indication that he likes what he’s doing. My sex clenches when he slides one thick finger inside me, and his head lifts to gauge my reaction. My heart tumbles a little, appreciating the check-in. “Yes,” I say, and he moves his finger in and out of me as he closes his mouth around my clit and sucks on it, hard. “Callan,” I cry. “Yes, like that.”
His finger works a miracle inside me, touching me in places no man has ever touched before, and before I even know what’s happening, heat rushes through me, all pleasure centered on the hot spot between my legs, and I let go. Completely. Liquid pleasure pours out of me, and he releases his hold on my clit to lap at me.
“Jesus,” he murmurs, and my throat is so tight with happiness, that he likes what he’s doing to me, I can barely speak. “I love the taste of you,” he murmurs, and continues to lap at me with the soft blade of his tongue.
When I can finally find my voice again, I say, “I bet I’d love the taste of you, too.”
His head lifts, his eyes raging with hunger when they latch on mine. “You want to find out?”
“Yeah.”
5
Callan
With her panties around her thighs—looking so goddamn sexy—I go back on my knees. I pet her lightly until her body stops spasming. Cheeks hot and flushed, she shifts on the bed, and reaches for me with greedy hands. I let her catch me and she tugs me toward her. A sly grin on her face, she gives a playful push until I’m flat on my back. Want dances in her eyes as her gaze slides lower over my body, the visual caress like a soft stroke to my cock. It throbs, grows another inch and tents my boxers.
“You want to see me in your clothes huh?” she teases.
“Right now, I just want to see you in my boxers.”
She laughs at that, and presses her small hand over my aching cock, squeezing me through the dark fabric. I groan, and put my hand over hers, lifting my hips and pushing a little harder. She grins, and pushes my hand away, wanting to take things at her speed. She slides her panties off, shimmies on the bed until she’s between my legs and grips the elastic band on my boxers. One quick tug frees my cock, and it slaps against my stomach. She takes me into her hands, admiration all over her face as she examines me, long thorough strokes as she weighs me in her palm.
“Nice,” she says.
“Yeah,” I agree as the warmth of her hands zaps my balls. She runs her hand up and down the length of me, and pre-cum spills from my tip. Fuck, when was the last time I felt like a hormonal teen, ready to explode on contact?
“You do like this,” she says, a playful smile turning up the corners of those kissable lips. She puts one leg over mine, and she straddles my leg as she bends forward and runs her soft pink tongue over my crown.
“Fuck yeah,” I say.
“Mmm,” she moans and lifts her head. “I do like the taste of you.”
My cock jumps as she trails her finger down the long length of me. I want her mouth on me, I want it on me so goddamn bad it’s all I can do not to take her head and guide her down. But I want to do things on her terms, even if it fucking kills me.
“Let’s see what else you like,” she says, and closes her mouth around my crown. She leans forward and I grip the bedding as I slide to the back of her throat. She chokes a bit, and I try to pull out, but she’s not having any of that. I look down at her, take pleasure in the way I slide in and out of her hot mouth, but as I watch her, I get the sense that this is about her as much as it’s about me. She’s experimenting, having sex her way, the way she wants, and goddammit, I’m going to give her that—and I’m not going to hate it. Nope, I’m going to fucking explode down her throat as she figures out what she likes in bed. What a hardship, huh?
She moans around my throbbing cock, and the tremors race through my body. She is so good at this. I plop from her mouth, and she uses her tongue, runs it over my tight skin. Her exploration is slow, thorough, completely effective in taking me to the damn edge, and leaving me hovering there. I want to be inside her when I come, but this, how can I say no to head when it’s this fucking good for both of us?
“Gemma. I’m really close. Tell me what you want. Do you want me to come in your mouth, or do you want me inside you?”
She frowns like she’s struggling with the answer, and I like that she wants to try everything with me. She runs her fingers up and down my cock, and I
