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Cal climbed up next to me with a sigh, dropping a kiss to my mouth before shifting so his dick dangled in my face. I reached up as he settled his head between my thighs, his shifting until they rested along the sides of my head, and pressed a finger into his perineum.
He bucked. “Do that again.”
“Get to work,” I said in response, but did as he asked, this time gripping his hips to bring him closer and tracing my tongue along that smooth skin behind his balls. He rewarded me by plunging two fingers inside me and sealing his mouth over my clit.
Hell, I wasn’t going to last long, but judging by the way he did as I’d asked earlier and fucked my face, his hips moving back and forth of their own accord, neither was he.
We entered some sort of unspoken competition, both of us trying our damnedest to make the other go first. Before long, there was nothing but sensation, of Cal’s sleek, impossibly hard cock sliding between my lips, of his mouth slipping through my pussy, flicking at my clit as his fingers pumped in and out of me, curling against that spot that had my legs shaking well before I was ready.
I let go first, the clenching of my inner wall around his fingers, meant to hold back my building orgasm, only spurred it on and set me off. I moaned around Cal’s cock as I writhed and shook beneath him, as he maintained exquisite suction on my clit until I came down at last.
Without a word, Cal rolled off me and palmed his cock, jutting obscenely from his body. I’d never understand how it fit inside me, but every time he pressed into me, that delicious burn only heightened my desire, only got me there that much quicker.
“Come sit.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice, and I quickly scrambled up and settled myself over his lap, replacing his hand with my own and lining up his tip at my entrance.
We let out twin sighs of relief as I sank onto him.
“Good girl,” he said, though the words were bit off by a low groan as I swiveled my hips atop him, working him deeper.
Sex with Cal in any position was a guarantee for me—something I could grudgingly admit had never been the case with anyone else—but being on top like this was easily my favorite. I raised my hands to my head and buried them in my hair as I shifted my hips back and forth, raising off and dropping down in quick, smooth movements. Cal manscaped around his dick, which I’d always appreciated. Only, he left a little happy trail that extended from his root to right below his belly button just for me. He knew how much I loved the rough friction against my smooth clit when I rode him like this. Arching my back so my tits popped out and bounced, Cal reached up, filling his hands with them, and pinched my nipples between his fingers, the sensation jolting straight between my thighs.
It didn’t take either of us long to get there as I rolled my hips against him, riding him into oblivion. When my walls clamped around him, when I fell onto his chest as I broke apart, Cal followed me off that cliff, and he spilled inside me, biting down lightly on my earlobe as he moaned low and long.
When we’d stilled, when the sweat on our bodies cooled and our breathing returned to normal, Cal pulled himself up to sitting, arms wrapped tightly around me so he could shift himself out. I could feel our combined releases dripping down my thighs, and Cal reached between us, swiping a finger through and stuffing it back inside me. I twitched.
“You like my cum running down your thighs?”
I nodded.
“Dirty girl.”
“Only for you.”
“Damn straight.”
Then he rose, me still in his arms, and carried me to the bathroom, placing me on the counter. Wordlessly, he retrieved a cloth from the linen closet, wet it, and mopped me up with gentle swipes, knowing I was still sensitive.
“You are an enigma,” I said when he tossed the rag and kissed my cheek, and Cal stilled, the skin between his eyes puckering in confusion. “You say the filthiest things to me, use my body as your own personal plaything, fill me with your cum…and clean me up after with such reverence. As though my body is your temple.”
He bent to press his forehead against mine. “You deserved to be worshiped, Mar. I’m just doing my duty.”
The words had my heart clenching, had a crazy, unthinkable phrase pushing against my teeth, begging to be set free.
But I wouldn’t—couldn’t—entertain it. Not yet.
I sucked in a breath and said, “Thank you.”
His answering smile was so sweet, I could do nothing but mirror it.
Then he lifted me off the counter and set me on my feet.
“I don’t know about you,” he said, “but I’m starving—for food.”
“I like the way you think, Ryder.”
We moved back into my room, Cal pulling on his boxers as I shrugged on one of the tees he’d left here before and a pair of fresh panties.
