“What do you want, Bobby? It’s too fucking early for your calls.”
I bite my bottom lip as Sutton reaches my breasts. I’ve never been big-chested. I hated that fact growing up. I didn’t really need a bra until I was older, and now my B-cup is average.
When his tongue circles my nipple, I stretch out, tingles rippling across my skin as I arch into him a little. His other hand smooths lower, curving around my back, holding me to his mouth. It’s still dark out, the sun barely up, the two of us in a mess of blankets and sheets from a night of exploring.
“If you answered my fucking calls any other time, I wouldn’t have to call you so early,” the man says, and even though the phone isn’t against my ear, his anger comes through clear as day.
“What do you want?” Sutton repeats himself as he moves down my stomach, his lips caressing my skin the whole way to his destination. As he hits my pelvic bone, I suck in a sharp breath. Looking up at me, he gives me a wink.
“What I want is for you to come back to LA. I’ve locked you in for a movie. You start in a week.”
My breath hitches in my chest at hearing the news. Does that mean Sutton is leaving now? Is this guy his manager or something, and now that he has a deal lined up, my fairy tale in Whispers is already over? But Sutton’s lips edge deliciously close to my core, and I push my head back into the pillow, the teasing sensation overwhelming me and any worrying thoughts.
“No movies. Not interested.” Sutton ends the call abruptly, throwing his phone across the room, and I hear a thud on the floor where it lands, just as his lips suction fully onto my clit and I see stars.
“Yeeesss.” Moaning, I roll my hips against his mouth. I can’t remember the last time a man went down on me. Probably some drunken college night that isn’t worth remembering.
“You taste so good.” His hands grip around the backs of my thighs, tilting my hips, bringing me closer to him and pulling me wider at the same time. I bite my bottom lip to keep quiet as he nibbles and licks, devouring me like he can’t get enough. My hands shoot up, and I grip on to the pillow around my head as my hips start to move in earnest against his face.
“You do that so well,” I say through another moan. “Shit, right there.” I don’t even recognize my own voice with the way he has me panting with every flick and swirl his tongue makes.
I feel my orgasm closing in on me quickly, and I have no idea how I’m going to function today. The lack of sleep, combined with the muscle soreness, I could probably rest for days.
“Fuck my face, baby… That’s it.” His lips don’t leave me as his words, hot and rumbly, caress my skin. And if I thought I was wanton a moment ago; I wasn’t. At his comment, I unleash any inhibitions, rolling against his face with abandon, dropping my hand to his head to grip on to his hair. The world could end right now and I wouldn’t know it.
He groans with satisfaction, and the vibration has me tensing all over.
“Sutton!” I almost hiccup, my orgasm taking me by surprise. He doesn’t stop, keeps his lips on me through every wave of my release like I’m his favorite meal.
As I come down from heaven, I’m panting, my body shivering in aftershocks, and he kisses me a little more tenderly, his hands squeezing and massaging my ass.
“Mmmmmm, well, good morning to you too…” I say cheekily, knowing that I probably need to get up and showered before the boys wake and then head to the library before making our way home.
“It’s a very fucking good morning…” He kisses back up my body, and I have never felt sexier.
Waking up a little more, I hum as I stretch. “This bed is so comfortable.”
“And you look so good in it.” He grins at me.
“Someone woke up on the right side of the bed?” I tease.
“Any side of the bed is a good side, as long as you’re in it.” His comment takes my breath away.
“I like being with you too,” I whisper honestly, his eyes never leaving mine.
He lowers his head again, kissing my neck and shoulders. “Hmmmm… not sure I want to let you leave…”
“I’m not sure I want you to, either.” But I will be leaving soon, and before I do, I have to ask, “Sooo… that guy?”
“My manager.”
I nod. Thought as much.
“He has a movie for you? Does that mean—”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right where I want to be.”
“Oh yeah?” I can’t help smiling as he leans on me, his warm hands connecting with my own and our fingers entwining together.
