stroke, he said, “I need to tell you something.”
“What?”
“I’ve done this before.” His hand slid along the length of his cock, each stroke forcing the fleshy head to squeeze out a trickle of pre-come.
“I’d never have guessed.”
He dug his teeth into his bottom lip. “I mean, I’ve done it with you watching me. In my fantasies.”
“Really?”
“The morning after Hunt’s wedding, I woke up alone.”
“Whose fault was that?”
His smile was wicked. Oh, how she loved that smile.
“I usually have a rotating spank bank of fantasies but that morning, and pretty much every morning since, I could only see dark hair, gorgeous blue eyes, full, ruby lips. I could only hear you tearing me a new one for what I’d done. And still, it didn’t stop me. If anything, it made it better. Hotter. I wanted to fuck that saucy mouth of yours. I wanted to hear you telling me I was a Masshole so I could fuck you harder. I wanted to suck on your gorgeous tits, run my hands all over your strong, beautiful curves, and then drive inside you.”
She cupped between her legs and applied pressure there, anything to relieve the ache. He stopped stroking and squeezed the base.
“What are you doing? Why are you stopping?”
“Trying to make it last.” He took a few steps closer until he was at the side of the bed. “Push your breasts together.”
She did as he told her, enjoying the velvet weight in her hands, the luxurious sensation of this man watching her.
He kneeled one leg on the bed. “I need to touch you, Mia.”
“Yes.” Please.
Looming over her, he breathed hot air on her breast before taking her satin-covered nipple and sucking right though the fabric. Heat coursed through her, her skin tightening with each delicious motion. He raised his head, his eyes fluttering open and taking her in. One breast had popped out of its satin cage and he moved his thumb across the nipple, bringing it to a rosy pucker before applying his tongue, this time to naked flesh. Waves stirred in her core, a slow build to oncoming release.
Not yet. She wanted it to last.
“Cal, let me touch you.”
He drew back, giving her the perfect view of fully-aroused male. Starting at his shoulders, she mapped each muscle with her hands, from the perfect indentation along his collar bone to the dusky, dark nipple, slightly raised and sensitive to her touch.
She inclined her head and kissed, adding tongue, sucking at tasty patches of skin on his chest, his abs, the right wing of that beautiful V over his hip-bone.
“What do you like?” She felt stupid for asking, but Tara had said he was good at this. Good at dictating his needs in a way that made it seem like she would be the one blessed. Looking up, she found him staring, his gaze dark and hooded.
“What do I like?” The words emerged rough from his throat.
A slow nod from her.
He took her hand and placed it around him. So hard, yet smooth.
“Lick your hand, baby. Then stroke me like you mean it.”
She swallowed the saliva she needed to follow his instructions, worked up some more and did as told her.
His hips moved, thrusting into her hand, and she watched as the top of his cock bulged and moisture beaded with every pull. To know she was doing this, having this effect on him, made her a little crazy with the power.
He laid a rough, callused palm on her exposed breast and massaged until her nipple pebbled and all those streams of sensation activated again.
“Squeeze tighter. And faster, Mia.”
Together they watched as she stroked rhythmically, working him hard as his pre-come trickled over her fingers.
“Mia, Mia. Yes, that’s it.”
“Come on me, Cal.”
Surprise crossed his brow, and she wondered why. Surely he was experienced enough to have marked a woman’s body or maybe … she was coming off as crude, not like the women he’d been with before. Too forward. That’s what had gotten her into trouble in the first place—wanting to please a man by being up front about her desires. Not every guy liked that.
She aimed to make light of it. “Too much?”
“No, not at all.” He slipped his hand between their bodies and gripped his cock. “I love every word out of your gorgeous mouth. Never be afraid to ask for what you want. Never be afraid of wanting anything.”
The words were meant for the moment, but she took them inside her heart. She had been afraid for a long