I struggle for coherence, but manage to answer in as reasoned a tone as I can muster. “I like the way you taste. I like the way your tongue feels in my mouth.” But when her gaze drops to my cock, I add, “I think it’d feel nice other places too.”
She leans in close again and teases her tongue over my lips. I have no idea what she has planned, but I’m not sitting idle. I slip my hands beneath her sweater, then the snug tank top underneath that, caressing her soft belly as I push up to find her breasts. Her nipples are already hard when I begin toying with them.
Her moan vibrates into my mouth, but she pulls away and I drop my hands back to my sides, then just stare up at her and wait.
She looks down at me with cheeks flushed and eyes bright, scanning my naked body from shoulders to hips as if trying to decide which morsel she wants to feast on first. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, that blatant hunger in her eyes, knowing I’m the thing she wants to devour.
My cock and balls ache, all memory of the cold forgotten, but I’m determined to let her take me however she wishes. Kneeling between my thighs, she gazes raptly as her fingertips trace the length of the scar that extends down my sternum. It’s still a pale, un-inked line slicing through the tattoos. Her nostrils flare and a melancholy look enters her gaze.
“I wish I’d had the chance to talk more then. I would have said yes, you know. To your proposition.”
“I remember. But it doesn’t matter because we’re here now, aren’t we? I’m yours for the next two days.”
“Yes. Yes, you are.” Small beads of sweat break out on her upper lip, and it’s all I can do not to lean in and kiss them away. It’s warm in here, though, and she’s still in that bulky sweater.
“Why don’t you take that off?”
She obeys without comment, pulling the sweater over her head and tossing it behind her. She leaves the sheer blue tank top on and redirects her gaze to my cock.
“I want to taste you,” she says so quietly I’m not quite sure I hear her at first, but her actions clear things right up.
She bends down then, beginning at the top of my scar, and drifts her lips down the center of my chest past my stomach, her tongue leaving a soft, wet trail. Just beneath my navel, when her mouth is a hair’s breadth from the tip of my cock, she takes a detour to my hip and sinks her teeth into the inked flesh there.
“Jesus,” I blurt as the sensation sends a jolt straight to my cock, which twitches between us. Finally she shows mercy and wraps her fingers around my length. I’m powerless to do anything but watch now, and after one slow, reverent stroke up my hard shaft, she takes me into her mouth.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, tilting my hips up toward her as she wraps her lips around me and teases the tip of her tongue against my underside.
She takes me deeper, and it’s all I can do not to jack up into her open mouth. I dig my fingers into the cushions, flexing my stomach and arching my back against the sofa. Another low groan escapes me when she slips her free hand between my thighs to cradle my balls.
I’m transfixed by the sight of her lips wrapped around me, by how absorbed she is in the act, her gorgeous mouth evidently made for pleasure like this. She’s in complete control, sucking and stroking, setting the rhythm I’m powerless against following. I rise to meet her when she descends, then holy fuck, she begins to hum deep and low at the back of her throat, the vibrations travelling straight to my spine each time she takes me deep.
And she does. Sweet fuck, she opens up and swallows me all the way to the back of her throat, that hum a torturous melody flooding my entire body with pleasure. What she can’t take into her mouth she deftly strokes with one hand while the other keeps toying with my balls.
I’m fucking lost, every thought of what I intended to do to her fleeing in the wake of what she’s decided to do to me. I can’t do anything but surrender, dropping my hand to her head and threading fingers through her silken hair in some effort to steady myself. But I’m too far gone, and it takes just one more delicious suck before I lose it completely.
My hoarse cry escapes as my cock erupts against her tongue. And fucking bless her if she doesn’t tap into my filthiest fantasies. She swallows some, but spits the rest back onto my cock, continuing to stroke my own spend down my entire length, then coating my balls with it too.
“Looks like I made a mess of you,” she croons. “How do you like that?”
22 Callie
Mason’s feral look is the only warning I have before he topples me back, pins me down, and kisses me hard. I moan a weak protest; my mouth is still coated in him. But he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, it gets him hotter.
He shoves his hands under my tank top again, then with a growl, yanks it up to reveal my breasts. I’m breathless as I arch into his teasing, sucking mouth, then lose track of how to move when he cups me between the legs, rubbing the heel of his palm against my core through my leggings, which are no doubt soaked through.
Sucking him off got me worked up more than I’ve ever been going down on a man before. But he can’t be ready to
