I lean a little closer and beckon him with my finger. Calix dips his face close to mine, his nostrils flaring as he takes in a deep breath. I lower my lids, anticipating the moment his mouth will touch mine.
I feel the tip of his tongue lap over my bottom lip, then the top. My mouth parts as I let out a pleased sigh. His tongue is almost rough. Calix’s lips land on mine almost immediately after. Using my hands, I crawl a little closer, pushing against him more firmly. Calix doesn’t retreat; if anything, he gives back as good as I’m giving.
I slide my tongue into his mouth, feeling the smooth underside of his tongue as he licks into my mouth. There’s not an ounce of awkward hesitation on either of our parts. Calix kisses me as if our mouths already know each other.
I brace my hand on his thigh in my bid to get even closer to him, and I can feel how tightly his muscles are coiled under my hand. He reaches for me, his hands going under my arms as he hauls me into his lap to straddle his hips.
Breaking the kiss, I stare down at him while I lower myself into his legs. Calix opens his mouth, and a heavy pant passes his lips. I grin when I feel just how much he’s already affected by our sweet touches. A little bubble of excitement erupts in my stomach. I’m really hoping he knows what to do with the sizeable bulge under me.
Calix reaches up and palms my cheek, threading his fingers into my hair as he pulls me back down to his mouth. I run my palms over his shoulders, feeling the texture of his shirt under my hands and wishing it were his skin instead.
I nip at his bottom lip then pull it into my mouth, and his hand tightens in my hair, causing me to arch my back in response. Calix moves his tongue with slow, deliberate strokes as he kisses me. I’m so used to rushed, greedy hands that it takes me a moment to adjust to the way he’s taking his time, causing liquid heat to pool in my lower stomach.
Calix places his hand on my lower back and glides it up under my shirt. His fingertips are a little rough—I can even feel the calluses on his palm skate over the smooth skin of my back.
I lower my hands from his shoulders and return the favor by sliding my them up and under his shirt. The short hairs covering his chest tickle my palms.
Knowing I’m enjoying the rough texture of his hands, I curl my fingertips a bit and drag my nails back down over his chest just enough to make sure he feels it. Calix lets out a low groan, his hand on my back dragging me closer as he bites my lip.
I grind down on his lap, happy I chose yoga pants instead of jeans. Now, I just need to get him out of his. I break the kiss and lean back as Calix’s hand travels around my side and cups the underside of my breast. His thumb finds my nipple with uncanny accuracy.
Another wave of satisfaction hits me at my wardrobe choice. I hate bras, and this is the perfect reason not to wear one.
Calix’s mouth and lips find their way to my neck as he kisses my throat and under my jaw. That tongue of his would be much better suited for working between my legs. I can just imagine how it would feel circling my clit.
I jerk upright and my eyes fly open when my doorbell rings with an eerily long trill of notes. Calix doesn’t remove his hand from my breast—in fact, his palm tightens a bit. “Expecting company?” His brows are raised in question. I take note of his damp, swollen lips, and the way his pupils are dilated as he stares up at me.
The tones chime again. “Damn it, no. Who could that be?” I still don’t bother getting up, and the bell rings for a third time.
“Whoever it is—they aren’t going away,” Calix offers.
I pull his hand off my tit and get my feet back under me. When I stand up, I can feel how damp my panties are when a chilled breeze hits me.
A growl of frustration rumbles within me. “I’m coming!” I shout, even though I’m much too far away from the door to be heard.
Calix hustles over to my side. “You would have been,” he promises, his voice full of gravel.
“Ugh.” I roll my eyes and cup my breast. My nipples are so hard, they’reaching.
“What are you doing?” Calix asks, stifling a chuckle.
“My tits have blue balls. Give me a break.” I’m not in a laughing mood. I reach the door in record time, just as the bell rings for the fourth time. “What?” I shout, ripping the door open after disengaging the deadbolt.
“Did I interrupt?” Gunnar pushes his way right past me, not even bothering to wait for an invitation.
“You sure as fuck did.” I plant my hands on my hips and leave the door open. Hopefully, he’ll be using it to leave really damn soon.
“That’s regrettable,” he purrs, but he means the exact opposite. I wouldn’t even need to be a lie detector to know that. “Gunnar,” he announces to Calix, his chin tipped up in the air.
“Calix,” Calix responds in kind, then purposefully reaches down and adjusts his dick in his pants. I watch, transfixed, as his fingers make the material of his pants form around his erection. I want to stomp my feet and pout. I could be riding that damn thing.
Gunnar makes a deep sound in the back of his throat that has me taking my eyes off Calix’s package and landing on him.
“What are you doing here?” I cross my arms over my chest and cock out my hip. Normally, I would be digging this back and forth banter between the two of them, maybe even playing into it to see which one I would fuck later tonight, but I’m horny as hell and with both of them standing here, I’m imagining fucking them both. Maybe even at the same time.
“You said you wanted to finish our conversation.” Gunnar widens his arms. “I’m at your disposal.” He gives me a barely perceivable bow.
“I’m busy,” I snap back quickly.
