When his mouth latches onto my nipple, I fist my hand in his hair and begin to roll my hips when he swirls his tongue around my bud. The dual textures of his tongue are wreaking havoc on my senses. Just when I get used to the roughness, he curls his tongue back and I feel the slick, smooth underside slide across my nipple.
I damn near whimper when he releases me and turns his focus to my other breast. When I arch up again, he cups my pussy. A soft feral sound comes up from his chest and vibrates my skin.
“You’re burning up and so wet. I can feel how much you need me.” Using the tips of his fingers, Calix pushes my damp panties to the side and runs his fingers up and down my lower lips. I lift my hips, hoping he will slide his fingers inside me or at least find my clit, but he doesn’t. Instead, he puts a little extra pressure on the heel of his hand and my clit throbs in response.
“Take my pants off and put your mouth on me,” I beg, shimmying my legs in an effort to get the material off.
I feel Calix grin against my skin before he flicks my nipple with his tongue. My lower body tightens, making me feel like I might orgasm already. “Eager, are we?”
I lift my head and look at him, his eyes meeting mine, but he doesn’t stop licking and sucking my nipple. The way his body is curled protectively over mine makes me want him even more.
I reach down and try to pull him closer, my nails scraping against his side, and he sucks in a sharp breath, hissing.
Using two of his fingers, he parts me and slides his middle finger inside me. His movements are shallow from the restriction of my pants, but it’s still enough to have my head dropping back against the table with a thud.
After giving a little more attention to my tits, Calix finally works his way down my body with light kisses and caresses. My heart rate kicks up when I finally feel him start to tug my yoga pants down the rest of the way. I lift my hips off the table to help him. Thankfully, he takes my underwear too, leaving me bare assed on a stranger’s kitchen table. Not a new experience, but it’s different because I’m with Calix. I don’t even consider asking him if he wants to go to the bedroom.
In the back of my mind, I know Grim or Gunnar could walk through the door at any moment, and that excites me even more. Locking his hand around my ankle, Calix pulls me to the edge of the table so my ass is perched right at the end. He hooks his foot around the leg of a chair and drags it over before taking a seat, positioning his face right up close and personal with my pussy, as if he’s about to sit down to a feast.
The first brush of his lips has me letting out a soft moan. When his hands join in—one under my ass and the other over my pubic bone—I let my legs fall open. Reaching above my head, I grip the edge of the table. Calix’s tongue makes a long, lazy swipe up my center, and the rough texture against my soft skin has me squirming.
“Sit still,” he growls, and tightens his grip on me. I think about telling him to shut up and get to work, but he slides his tongue inside me, and I do, in fact, sit still. My entire body freezes as every nerve ending in my body focuses on the spot between my legs.
Holy fuck, it’s like having a hot as hell bullet vibrator teasing my opening and rolling up to my clit. “Oh, God!” I groan, as every muscle in my body relaxes. I don’t want to move an inch or do anything that would deprive me of the unbelievable sensation of his mouth between my legs.
Calix hums, a sound of pure satisfaction. After only a few minutes of being under his swirling tongue, my body slowly starts to tense as an orgasm builds. He traces a circle around my clit before sucking it into his mouth. My back arches clear off the table. Hell, I would probably be floating if he didn’t have such a tight grip on my hips.
My head starts to thrash from left to right as I tighten my knees around him. The chair screeches across the floor as Calix stands abruptly. He lifts my legs without taking his mouth off me and slides them over his shoulders. My upper back is the only part of me left on the tabletop.
I can feel my heart thundering in my head, but I don’t give a fuck if I pass out as long as I get to come first. Calix leans forward, placing his palm on the table, and curls over me so I can see his eyes as he devours me. If I thought his eyes were glowing before, it was nothing compared to what’s happening right now. His normal hazel eyes are almost completely gold, like two glimmering topazes burning just for me. His free hand slides from my hip, over my stomach, and grabs my breast roughly, kneading the plump flesh. The dual sensations are too much and I cry out as my body spasms. My legs quake every time his tongue or lips touch my clit.
I ride out the waves of pleasure as Calix lowers me to the table. I’m so blissed out I don’t even realize he lowered his pants, but I know it the moment he enters me in one deep thrust.
My inner muscles milk him, greedy from my first orgasm. Our eyes meet, my gaze lazy on his. Calix’s mouth is parted, and his lips are wet with my juices. I reach up and grab him by the back of the neck and drag him down. I can taste my pussy on his lips and smell myself all over him, and I like it. Our tongues tangle, our teeth clashing in a bid to taste more of each other as he starts fucking me.
He pulls back, gasping for breath, as he rests his forehead against mine. Our eyes remain locked as he reaches for the edge of the table and uses it as leverage to go even deeper inside me. No words are spoken, but none are needed.
My back is damp with sweat, so every pump of his hips has me sliding a little, as small moans leave my lips. Calix’s rhythm builds until his pace is almost frenzied, every slap of his hips creating a little tap against my clit. I rake my nails down his back and whisper, “Come for me.”
“I can’t, not until you do.” His voice is almost pained, his jaw tight. Releasing my breast, he skates his fingers down my side and back to my ass. I pant as I feel the tip of his finger rimming my ass. He slows his thrusts just enough to gather my wetness to use as lube, then he pushes one finger inside me.
Calix’s eyes close and he groans. “You’re squeezing me, sweetheart. So fucking tight.” My climax hits me hard and fast. I buck under Calix, my body reacting on its own.
Calix pins me down harder and finds his own release within a few seconds of mine. His pace eventually slows, but he doesn’t stop grinding himself inside me for a good few minutes.
My arms fall off his shoulders and land with a slap against the table. I’m spent. I don’t think I could get my legs to work even if I tried, but I’m not ready to put forth the effort. Calix pets my hair reverently, kissing my cheek and ear. “I fed you,” he mutters, possessive and dark. Hell yes, he can feed me anytime, especially if this is how it ends.
“I’m pretty sure you do have a food kink, but you won’t hear a single complaint from me.” My voice comes out raspy, making we wonder just how loud I was.
“You’re my only kink, sweetheart.” I let out a small sigh after his sweet words.
Calix eventually helps me stand. My legs are a little wobbly, but nothing I can’t handle. “Oh, shit.” I cover my mouth with the back of my hand when I see the state of the kitchen. The four-person table is listing to the side. I bend over, and sure enough, one of the metal legs is all bent out of whack. That’s also when I see a broken plate of food on the floor, the syrup from the plate splashed up all over the lower cabinets.
“I’m not cleaning that up!” I call out quickly, like I’m a child saying ‘not it.’
“Who cares? Gunnar already broke the door—what’s a table?” I let Calix lead me from the mess. Neither of us bother with our discarded clothes; they probably have glass or syrup on them anyway.
“Where is everyone?” I whisper, as he guides me into the room with my luggage.
