“You’re special, baby,” Caleb said, taking the words out of my mouth.
She giggled and put the finished pancakes in front of us. “Here. I hope you’ll like them.”
“Like” was a mild word for how delicious they were. We ate them like we’d been starving, making her laugh when she saw how quickly they were gone. She was a good cook indeed, and I wanted to try more of her recipes, but right now I just wanted her.
I stood up without a word and brought her up from her chair, pushing everything on the kitchen island aside. I grabbed her hips and put her on the counter, crashing my lips on hers.
“Trent!” she squealed. Her cheeks flushed when I put my hands on her thighs and moved them across her silky skin and beneath her sexy dress. “What are you doing?”
“Already left without air?” I teased and pressed my lips on her neck, enjoying immensely the quick pulsing of her vein against my lips.
She looked at the entrance. “Someone might come in.”
“No one will come in. The other guys are out in the field and they won’t be back anytime soon.”
Caleb sat next to her and pushed her strapless dress down, releasing her lush breasts in the sexiest lace bra I’d ever seen. For a moment, my blood boiled, adding to this desire that crushed me from the inside out.
“Fuck, baby. That’s such a sexy bra for your perfect tits,” Caleb said. He lowered his head and licked her nipple over the lace.
“Ah...” She moaned and leaned against him, separating her legs widely.
My hands appreciated the access she’d given me, latching onto her panties instantly. “Raise her dress,” I told him.
She shimmied as Caleb brought it up, and I groaned when her glistening pussy came into my view, almost completely exposed beneath the lace thong that revealed more than it covered. She was puffy and pink, driving me nuts with how hot she was.
“Please, Trent. Do something.”
I grinned, adjusting my cock in my pants. “What do you want, sweetheart? Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to lick you?” I leaned to her ear, moving my fingers around her pussy on purpose. I wanted to drive her crazy. “Or do you want me to fuck you?”
She moaned, shuddering hard. “Everything,” she cried out.
My grin became bigger. “Everything it is.”
I slid her panties down her legs and gave them to Caleb. He pressed them against his face and sniffed. “Fuck. Your juices smell so fucking good,” he growled.
I pushed my fingers across her wet mound, collecting her juices, and brought them to my mouth. She tasted delicious, her bittersweet flavor turning me on more than anything. I moved my fingers through her wetness again and brought them to her lips so she could taste it too.
“Lick them clean,” I told her. “I want you to taste yourself.”
“Oh God, Trent.” Her eyes darkened and she wrapped her mouth around my fingers, sucking them like they were my cock, and pre-cum poured out of my tip. I needed that mouth.
“Yes. So good. Suck them.” She was too sexy. “How does it taste?”
“Bitter, but I like it.”
“It’s the best taste ever.”
“Let me taste her too,” Caleb said and put his forefinger to her entrance, picking the juices that had just poured out of her. He groaned when he tasted her, squeezing her breast with his other hand. He took some flour from the counter and rubbed it across her breast.
She was a hot mess, squirming and panting underneath our hands, and I wanted to give her what she needed the most. I rubbed her clit, appreciating how swollen and wet it was, and watched her reactions carefully.
“Trent! Yes! Right there!” She was moaning loud, thrusting her pussy into my hand as I quickened my pace. “I’m so close!” I pulled my hand away, and she groaned in protest. “What? What are you doing?”
I smirked at her. “Playing with you. Caleb, take off her dress and bra. We don’t want her to get ‘dirty’.”
“Dirty?” she asked, confused.
“You’ll see.”