“No, don’t be embarrassed. Never be embarrassed about how wet you are. How much you want me.”
“Maybe it’s just how I react to any guy touching me,” she teased. I leaned down and bit her inner thigh. She let out a squeak, and I grinned.
“Wrong answer.”
“Fine, I’m wet for you. I’m usually always wet for you. Now please, lick my pussy.”
“Such a dirty talker. I’m going to have to stuff your mouth with my cock the next time you even try to be snappy.”
But I wouldn’t. Because this was a one-off, and I wasn’t going to let her touch me. I couldn’t.
So, instead, I leaned down, spread her thighs, and licked up the crease where her hips met her upper thigh.
Her body shook, and I licked my lips. “So tempting.”
I blew cool air over her core, and she shivered, her whole body tensing. Knowing I needed more, I tore at her panties, not able to wait. The ripping sound filled the room, and I shoved her panties off to the side, and before she could say a damn thing, I covered her cunt with my mouth. She was salty and sweet and everything that I craved. My dick ached, and I nearly came in my pants at her first taste. But I couldn’t help it. I needed more.
She whispered my name, one hand holding onto the counter for dear life, the other hand sliding through my hair, and I continued to suck and taste and need.
I pierced her with my tongue, probing to find that sweet little spot, and when she nearly shot off the counter, I continued to lick and suck, twisting my lips around her clit. When she finally came, my name on her lips, and her cum all over my chin, I laughed at her, tasting her, needing her. I stood up, ignoring the raging hard-on that threatened to kill me, and licked my lips.
Her gaze went to her wetness on my beard, on my chin, and she blinked.
“Oh.”
“You’re welcome,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes, so I leaned down and nipped at her lip.
“Welcome home,” I whispered, kissed her softly, leaving her taste on her lips, adjusted myself, and walked out of the house.
She wasn’t for me, and we both knew it, but I also knew I would never have such a sweet taste again as long as I lived.
Because she couldn’t be mine.
Chapter 9
Felicity
“Wait. He did what?” Keely asked as she popped up from my brand-new-used couch and began to pace. “He just came over, and you ended up coming? Wow. I did not expect that. Callum? Wow.”
I ran my hands over my face and let out a groan. “I can’t believe I just told you that.”
“I thought we were new best friends. I think you should tell me when a very growly, very large, very bearded, very sexy man makes you come with just his tongue out of nowhere.” She paused. “It was out of nowhere, right?”
I bit my lip, and Keely took a seat next to me and blinked.
“Tell me everything.”
It was the morning after everything had changed. Yet, I wasn’t sure precisely everything had changed. After all, I had no idea what the hell I was doing. But once Callum had left me panting and feeling pretty useless on the counter, I’d scrambled and tried to calm myself. Yet the only thing I could possibly do at that moment was continue unpacking. Promise and Keely had shown up soon after, and while I loved Promise, I wasn’t sure I could tell her exactly what had happened. After all, it felt weird, considering she used to date Callum’s younger brother.
Not that Promise and I weren’t friends, because we were, but she’d always been off with Finnian and Sterling, and I’d had my own friends when we were growing up. We were friends now, but slow ones.
Keely and I had just clicked, that moment in Summit Grill, like a bright spot in a somewhat dismal friendship life of mine.
But both women had taken one look at me, at my swollen lips and disheveled hair, and had known something had happened. They just had no idea with who. And both of them were too polite to outright ask. At least at that moment.
We continued to unpack as Keely organized my kitchen, ever the chef, and Promise had figured out the best ways to make what space I had work. After all, she had been in the hospitality business her entire life and now ran the cutest bed and breakfast.