He was undressing her slowly, kissing each piece of skin he revealed. Her head was tossed back, pink lips parted as she enjoyed him. They were soft with each other, careful and sweet—so unlike the way Callum and I were with each other.
“Do you like this?” he murmured beside my ear.
“I do. They’re different from us.”
His hand flexed on my neck. “Jealous?”
“No. I love how we are.” I leaned my head back on him. “But I like watching them.”
“Turned on?”
“Since the second I saw you tonight.”
His erection skimmed my lower back. “Sit down on the couch. I’ve been needing to get my hands on you sinceIfirst sawyou.”
I didn’t sit down on the couch. Callum placed me in his lap, but first, he pulled up the back of my dress so my bare ass was seated directly on his crotch. He laid a palm on the center of my back, bending me forward, and took a long perusal of my red, lacy thong. While he did that, running his fingertips along the material that disappeared between my cheeks, my eyes were on the other couple.
She was down to her underwear, the man in his briefs. He carefully folded down the cup of her bra and sucked her beaded nipple into his mouth. Her fingers combed through his black hair and down his shoulders. He moved to her other nipple, running his tongue around it in tight circles.
Callum squeezed my ass and spread my cheeks apart, then he tugged on my thong, wedging it into my soaked pussy. I couldn’t help the moan that fell from my lips, and for once, I didn’t try to keep it in.
“I had all these ideas. Things I wanted to try.” Callum’s arm banded around my shoulders, and he pressed me against him. “But all I can think of now is havin’ your pussy on my face, dripping into my mouth.”
“Oh.” My thighs would have clenched if he hadn’t lifted my dress in the front to cup between them. My eyes went wide as the man laid the woman down on the bed and ran his tongue from her throat to her belly button. “I want that too.”
Callum helped me take my dress off, and with a look of pained regret, divested me of my underwear then reclined on the sofa and settled me over him, so my thighs surrounded his head. He grasped my hips, drawing my pussy to his eager mouth.
A month ago, I would have blushed at the very idea of sitting on a man’s face, let alonethisman’s. The first time Callum told me where to park myself, I tried to insist my thighs would smother him.
“Do I look like I’m jokin’ with you, Little Bird? Pussy on my mouth. Now.”
“But I don’t think girls like me do that…”
“What? Beautiful girls with delicious, dripping cunts? Women whose bodies are the kind of soft a man could lose himself in and be fuckin’ happy to be gone?”
“Um…”
“Be quiet, Wren. No more talkin’. Watch me eat you then tell me girls like you don’t do that. Tell me.”
After that, when Callum asked me to sit on his face, I complied without hesitation. And because I was luckier than I had any right to be, he asked me often.Often.
He ate me hungrily. He went at me hard, almost vicious, licking and sucking. He didn’t sip, he gulped and devoured. My eyes threatened to close, but the couple on the bed caught my attention. I rode Callum’s gorgeous face as the man worshiped between the woman’s thighs. Her back arched as his tongue speared into her, thrusting in and out slowly. Her face was a picture of bliss. She loved what he was doing just as much as I was going out of my mind with Callum’s relentless tongue fucking.
In my head, they were watching us too. Seeing the differences between us. Finding us just as hot and erotic as I found them.
I came hard and fast, my entire body seizing into one violent spasm. My nails clawed at the arm of the couch, and it was all I could do not to go tumbling to the ground. Callum held me tight to his face, eating every drop I gave him. Keeping me safe from the fall, always, no matter how deep into pleasure we both were.
The woman’s mouth fell open, and her fingers laced with her partner’s as she came. He licked her through her climax, then kissed her thighs and belly as she lay panting.
Callum kept going, grunting as he ate me, and I went off again, screaming this time. I couldn’t stop myself. And I didn’t care who heard. My beautiful man did wild and crazy things to my body.
I needed him. I needed him so badly, I could taste the desire on my tongue.
I scrambled off him to the floor and ripped his jeans open, releasing his swollen cock. Without a second’s delay, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him just as hungrily as he’d eaten me. The guttural groan I wrenched out of him went straight to my head, making me dizzy with pleasure.
Callum let me suck him for a while, stroking my hair and cheeks as I took my fill. I was no expert, but god, I just needed this with him so badly. And he liked it. I knew he did, from the sounds he made no effort to tamp down. From the strain in his abs and his barely controlled grip on my head.
“That’s enough, Little Bird.”