He pulls me over into the woods without his lips leaving mine.
“What are you doing?” I ask, mumbling into his lips.
“Just go with it, okay?” His fingers graze across my skin as he undoes the button on my jeans, tugging them down just far enough. He slips his hand into my panties while holding my arms above my head with the other against the tree.
Like his favorite backroad, he knows every inch of my body, his calloused fingers immediately find my clit. Pinching me before sliding two fingers inside my pussy.
“I love how you feel wrapped around me, needy for my touch.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.My resolve is completely gone at this point.
I’m writhing in his arms under his touch. His lips trail kisses down my neck, nipping at the junction of my shoulder at the same time he pinches my clit.
“Shit, Cal. More please.”
How did this man get me from pissed off to begging him for more?
He looks around, taking in our surroundings. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure we’re alone.” I don’t get to questionwhybefore my jeans are ripped down my legs.
“Hands on the tree. Bend over,” he demands.
And fuck if I don’t listen to him.
He kneels behind me, running his nose along my thigh. My hips are pulled up, opening my pussy to his face. He nips at my inner thigh.
“You smell so fucking sweet, all ready for me to feast on.”
I buck my hips back, pushing onto his face. Why is my body so pliable to him?Traitorous bitch.
His fingers dig into my skin, gripping me as his tongue assaults my needy pussy. Warm lips wrap around my clit.
“Fuck, yes! Cal!”
A few swipes of his tongue has me ready to fall over the edge, wishing he was inside me.
“I… need… please…”
He takes the hint, adding two fingers inside of me while he nips, sucks, and licks my clit.
Within minutes I’m coming on his face. The orgasm ricocheting through all the nerve endings in my body as he holds me up with his hands. The palms of my hand digging into the rough bark.
When my convulsions stop and I sink back onto him he drags his fingers out, pulling my pants back up and buttoning me up nice and tidy.
“Cal—“
“I’m not letting you freak out. I’ll see you athometomorrow night. Six o’clock.” He kisses my forehead and walks away.
I look down at my hands. His shirt is still gripped tightly in my hand, now covered in bark from the tree. Goddamn it. I had high hopes for sleep too.
Snapping it out into the wind the pieces fall off, but the sound catches his attention. Turning back around he pulls the hoodie over his head and trades me wordlessly before leaving again.
As I get back to my car my phone pings with a notification.
Hubs:> I’d do anything.
I smile at my phone, it might be the post-orgasm haze, but I feel good about things for the first time in a long time.
