Well, fuck.If that didn't crack my chest right open.
I turned her around, framin' her face in my hands. Her eyes were dark, glazed, a little desperate. I kissed her forehead. Her nose. Her bottom lip. Soft, soft, soft—in complete contrast to how fuckin' hard I was.
Then I dropped to my knees.
Her back hit the glass again as I hitched one of her legs over my shoulder. The view from here—Calvin lookin' down at me, chest heavin', the city lightin' up behind her as the sun dropped—was somethin' I'd carry with me for the rest of my goddamn life.
"Hold on to somethin'," I told her.
"There's nothing to?—"
I buried my mouth in her pussy and she screamed. Her palms slapped against the glass behind her, fingertips scrapin' uselessly for a grip that didn't exist. The sound of it—that frantic slide of skin on glass—mixed with the noises comin' outta her mouth and I was harder than I'd ever been in my entire fuckin' life.
I licked her in long, flat strokes, entrance to clit, feelin' her thighs tremble around my head. When I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked, her hips jerked forward so hard she damn near took us both to the floor. I gripped her ass in both hands, holdin' her steady, holdin' her right where I wanted her.
"Oh, fuck, Brody. Right there."
I didn't tease. Didn't edge. Gave her exactly what she needed because she'd asked—really asked, without her armor on. I wasn't about to waste a second of that. Two fingers slid inside her and curled, findin' that spot that made her voice go up an octave, and I worked her with my mouth and my hands in a rhythm I'd learned by heart.
Her fingers found my hair. Pulled hard enough to sting.
"I'm gonna—" Her fingers found my hair, pulled hard enough to sting. I groaned against her, the vibration doin' what it always did, and she came apart. "Fuck, I'm coming."
Her body locked up, thighs clenchin' around my head, back archin' off the glass so hard her tits bounced. I felt every pulse of her orgasm against my tongue, my fingers, and I didn't let up until she was gasping, shoving weakly at my forehead.
"Stop. Too much. Fuck."
I pulled back just enough to press my lips to the inside of her thigh, breathin' hard. My chin was slick. My dick was about to stage a revolt.
I looked up at her from my knees. She was a goddamn wreck. Flushed from her chest to her cheeks, hair stuck to her damp skin, eyes glassy.
I stood, unfastened my jeans, and shoved them down. My cock sprang free—angry, red and leakin' at the tip. Her eyes dropped, and she licked her lips on instinct. But tonight, I had somethin' else in mind.
"On your knees."
She went down without a fight. That alone told me how far gone she was.
"Squeeze 'em together for me, baby."
Calvin pressed her tits together with both hands, creatin' the perfect channel that had me groanin' before I'd even touched it. I gripped myself, using the mess of her arousal still coatin' my hand to slick my cock as I stroked myself twice. Then, like I'd been dreamin' for months, I slid my cock between her tits.
Fuck.Fuck.
The press of soft, warm flesh around my shaft felt like heaven. So good, I worried I might come on the spot. Her skin was damp with sweat, smooth, and the friction had my eyes rollin' back in my head.
"Look at me," she said from below, throwin' my own line back at me. I forced my eyes open and met hers—dark and wild and watchin' me with the kind of focus that made my balls tighten.
On every upstroke, the head of my cock peeked out from the top of her cleavage, and her tongue darted out to catch it. Just the tip. Just enough to send jolts of electricity down my spine.
"Fuck, Calvin." My voice didn't sound like mine anymore. Rough and wrecked and stripped down to nothin'. "You feel so fuckin' good."
She squeezed tighter. Tilted her chin down so the next time I thrust up, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked. Hard. My quads burned from the crouch I'd been in and my vision went white at the edges.
"Baby, I'm close already."
She pulled off with a pop, tits still pressed around my shaft, and looked up at me with those dangerous fuckin' eyes. "Do it. Come on my tits, boy scout."
The words detonated somethin' at the base of my spine. I grabbed my dick and stroked—once, twice—and fell apart with a groan that started in my chest and came out soundin' like her name.
