“Please touch me.” The words come out strained, matching the way my heart feels like it is being pulled apart at the seams.
You’re the one who wanted this.
With quick abandon, Cal ditches the vibrator and spreads my legs wider to accommodate his body. He kisses his way up and down each of my thighs, taking his sweet time. The brush of his soft lips against my flesh is too much. I lift my hips to remind him of what I want, only to be met with the scrape of his stubbled cheek against my thigh.
I dig my fingers into his hair and drag his head to my dripping center. “Enough teasing. Either fuck me or fuck off.”
“So bossy.” His tongue swipes out, darting across my swollen clit. When he tries to retreat, I hold his head against me and force him to stay. “So needy.” He drags the tip toward my aching center. “So fucking sexy, my cock feels like it might burst from the sight of you.”
His tongue sinks inside me. My back curves, sparks shooting off my skin as he devours me like he hasn’t eaten for years. Like I’m the first meal he has had and he wants to savor it. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he holds me against his face, his eyes solely focused on me.
The unrelenting torture of his mouth drives me closer to the edge. I want to hold out, but my toes tingle and my breathing quickens as his tongue teases my center before diving inside.
My thighs press into the sides of his head as I come. Spots fill my vision as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. Cal doesn’t cease his stroking, sucking, and licking until my body stops trembling and my release coats the entire lower half of his face.
“Fuck.” My head drops back, and I blink up at the ceiling.
He kisses my center one last time before crawling over my body. His familiar weight presses me deeper into the mattress as he cradles my head and kisses me. The combined taste of his minty breath and my arousal floods my mouth, causing another spike of pleasure. I moan against his lips, and his tongue swoops in, forcing me to taste how much I want him.
He moves to break away, but I grip on to his hair and tug him closer, not able to end our connection just yet. I’m not prepared for the regret I might feel once he walks away. Thefear.
“Thank you.” He presses one last peck against my lips.
Thank you?I should be the one thanking him for making me come harder than I have inyears.
He kisses the top of my forehead before pulling away from me. Besides his messy hair and the erection threatening to burst the seams of his sweatpants, he looks completely put together.
I rise on my elbows and look over at him. “Where are you going?”
“I’d rather leave before you come to your senses and kick me out.”
My heart threatens to explode as he slides off the mattress. It beats hard and fast as he tucks me in, thoroughly destroying any last bit of resistance I had against him.
“I wouldn’t have kicked you out if you had asked to stay,” I blurt out.
He releases a heavy exhale. “I want to stay because you want me here, not because you feel obligated by a request and an orgasm.”
My lips part, but no words come out.
“You know where to find me if you want me.” Cal offers me a tight smile before walking out of my bedroom.
I fall back against the bed with a sigh. The empty hole in my chest grows until it consumes all the warmth from before, leaving me feeling cold and alone.
I consider crawling into Cal’s bed, but hold back. I’m too overwhelmed to think about the consequences of something like that.
You already let him eat you out. What’s the worst that can happen?
Simply put: I fall in love with him all over again.
Walking away from Lana is nearly impossible. I almost caved and stayed, but I couldn’t do that to either of us, no matter how much I wanted to hold her tightly against my chest and whisper in her ear until she fell asleep.
Instead, I lie down alone in my bed, sexually and emotionally frustrated.
Are you really surprised?
No. Part of me knew the moment I walked out the door that she wouldn’t follow me. It was written all over her face. The indecision. The uncertainty. The fear that whatever we did might lead to more.
Of course, I want it to. I wouldn’t have done what I did if I wasn’t sure of the fact that I want her any way I can get her, so long as she is open to the same.