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“Do you have to go home?” I asked as we tumbled inside, his mouth on my neck, his hands…everywhere.
“Why? You trying to get rid of me, Princess?”
“Never,” I breathed as he sucked that sensitive patch of skin over my pulse into his mouth and released it with apop. “Just wondering about Skye.”
“Owen’s got her,” he said as he led me backward toward the stairs.
“So you’re all mine?”
We crossed the threshold into my bedroom, and Cal pushed me down on the bed, towering over me, a wicked smile on his face.
“Always,” he said, his hands going to the button of his khaki shorts. “Where should we start?”
I reached out and pulled him toward me with my hands on his hips, replacing his fingers on his fly with mine. With me seated and him standing, I was right at eye level with his groin.
“I want your cock,” I said as I shoved his shorts and boxers to his ankles, his length springing free, mere inches from my watering mouth. He kicked out of them, then whipped his shirt off.
“You’ve got it,” he said, hands going to my hair. “Do your worst.”
I leaned away, my gaze roaming over his beautifully sculpted body, his golden skin glowing in the moonlight filtering through the curtains on my bedroom windows. Despite the fact that Cal spent his days at a desk, the man was built for hard work. Every muscle was perfectly honed, from the slopes of his shoulders and biceps to his strong, sinewy forearms. His pecs were ridiculous—no man needed a chest that big—and I reached out, tracing each dip and swell of his abdominals with a finger, smiling when they jumped under my touch. His thighs were thick, tapering to delicious calves.
Yes,delicious.Not a weakness I thought I had, but everything about Cal’s body was kryptonite for me. I can’t believe I’d ever called him a pretty boy. I’d happily run my hands and mouth over every curve and crevice, learn his body until I knew it better than I knew my own.
And I wanted to start with his dick. I’d already had it, but rushed, sloppy, on the beach when Cal refused to let me toy and explore until I knew exactly what got him there.
I took him in my hand, squeezing gently at the base then worked up toward the tip.
Brushing my thumb over the moisture beaded at the tip, I asked, “How do you like it?”
“A little rough,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. “Use your teeth.”
Fuck. The thought had me clenching my thighs together, desperate for friction. But my own needs could wait. This moment was about Cal, about making him feel good, about returning the favor—giving him a little taste of all the pleasure he’d awarded me the past few months.
I raised my eyes to his as I angled him so I could lick a long path on the underside of his shaft, and he groaned, the hand in my hair tightening.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not nice to play with your food?”
I chuckled but squeezed him tighter at the root as I sealed my mouth over his tip.
“Fuck, Mar,” he said, his hips jolting forward on reflex. I pulled off and swirled my tongue around his head, pressing the tip into that slit at the top, letting his salty flavor burst on my tongue before diving back in. “That’s it, Princess. Eat that dick like the good girl you are.”
I moaned around him. For the buttoned up business man persona he presented to the world, the man had a surprisingly filthy mouth. I could listen to him whisper dirty things in my ear all night and get off on that alone, never needing him to touch me.
But god, when he touched me, like now with the simple act of him tracing his finger around my lips as I took him deep, his head branding the back of my throat? I squeezed my thighs tighter together, desperately trying to relieve the ache.
As I picked up the pace, bobbing my head faster, circling my wrist as my fingers chased my mouth’s path, he moaned.
His fingers dug into my scalp, and he held me in place as he pulled out. I made a noise of protest, but he tilted my head back, bending to look at me. “I need to taste you.”
“Fine,” I said, scrambling back on the bed. “But I get bottom.”
Cal frowned. “No. I want you to sit that perfect ass on my face.”
“And I want you to fuck my face.”
“I can do that from the bottom.”
“You’re wasting time, Cal,” I said, tempting him onto the bed over me by snaking my hand between my thighs and spreading my pussy open, showing him how fucking wet I was for him.
