Our lips break apart, and I pepper his jawline with soft, quick kisses.
“Lana,” Cal moans.
I shift my attention to his neck. My lips trail down the curve, sucking and nipping at his skin until his fingers dig into my ass. The bite of pain is intoxicating. Thrilling.Addictive.
He threads his fingers into my hair and holds me in place.
“What?” I suck harder, marking his neck with the memory of me.
“Hold on a second.” He tugs on the strands, pulling me away from his skin.
“Why?” I whine. “Do you want me to stop?”
He shudders beneath me. “Fuck no, but I want to make something clear.”
“What?” My eyelids shut with a sigh.
He squeezes the back of my neck. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I roll my body over his and press down hard against his thick length. “Does that clarify your question?”
“I want to hear it.” He presses his hands into my ass, trapping me on top of his erection.
Heat pools in my lower belly. “Yes. We’re doing this. But if you screw up—”
One moment, I’m on top, but in a single second, I find myself with my back pressed against the mattress and Cal looming above me, his gaze wild with hunger.
A hunger for me.
“Screwing up is inevitable, but I promise to make it up to you every single time.” He tugs my underwear down my legs.
“How so?”
“Like this.” He rips my thighs apart before trailing the sensitive flesh with light pecks. Slowly, he kisses his way toward the area begging for his attention, only to retreat. His mouth returns to my other thigh, repeating the same torture all over again.
I shimmy my body closer to his mouth, only to earn a low chuckle.
“I’m not about to rush this when I have six years to make up for, Lana.”
“Make up for it later,” I groan.
He traces a path from my clit to the place desperate to be filled. His tongue sinks inside, teasing, taunting, and testing how my body responds. Whenever I react a certain way, he repeats the same move before attempting something else.
My entire body feels like it is being engulfed in flames.
The world explodes around me as Cal amplifies the pressure building inside me with a few flicks of his tongue. I reach down, desperate for some kind of release. My attempt is cut off the moment I touch my clit. Cal slaps my pussy.
I gasp.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He teases my clit with a quick flick of his tongue. It rolls over the sensitive bump, sending a pulsing wave of pleasure through me.
“Making myself come since you’re not up for the task.”
“The only one making you come isme.” His eyes sparkle as he looks up at me, his stubble shining with my arousal. “Touch yourself again and I’ll find a better way to keep your hands occupied.”
His threat makes my toes curl and my heart pound. My body tightens, the urge to defy him driving me mad.
All it takes is one single pinch of my nipple to send him reeling.