“Is this okay?”
“Yes.” The word slipped out faint, barely audible over my pounding heart.
He tugged my shorts down my legs, hooking my panties with them, sliding both off in one go and flinging them aside. I sat there exposed, pussy bare and dripping on the kitchen table, shirt rucked up around my collarbone, tits out and heaving. A flash of doubt hit, of vulnerability and shame as I lay spread open for a guy I hardly knew, like some desperate woman on display. What was I doing? I-
He must have seen it on my face because he paused, hands stilling on my thighs, thumbs stroking soothing circles.
“Hey.” His tone softened, gentle. “It’s me. And I’m crazy about you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
The hesitation melted. This was Caelan, the one who’d shown up with sweets, scrubbed my dishes, and ran through the rain for me. I trusted him.
“I want this,” I said firmly. “You.”
His smile was pure joy. “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about tasting your pussy since the moment we met.”
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then the other, inching higher, breath ghosting over my folds until his face hovered right there. My world shrank to that spot, anticipation coiling tight.
He licked a slow, firm line from my entrance up to my clit, tongue broad and flat, and I jerked, nearly sliding off the wood. My fingers tangled in his hair again, clutching for anchor. He repeated it, dragging even slower, savoring the taste, and I whimpered, hips twitching.
“You taste incredible,” he murmured against my slit, the vibration of his words making me shiver. “Better than I imagined. And I imagined a lot.”
Then he stopped talking and got to work.
He ate me like a man possessed. His tongue was relentless, circling my clit with tight, precise flicks, then plunging inside me, thrusting shallow to lap at my walls. He explored every inch, nose bumping my mound as he sucked and licked, thorough and unyielding.
“I died and landed in fucking heaven,” he groaned against me. “You’re so wet and ready, little menace. You drive me fucking insane.”
His hands dug into my thighs, fingers bruising as he held me open for him, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. Every time I tried to close my legs, he pushed them wider. Every time I tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation, he yanked my hips forward, burying his face deeper.
He latched onto my clit, sucking hard while his tongue batted it quick, and I screamed, raw and unrestrained, echoes bouncing off the cabinets, neighbors be damned. He did it again, humming low, the vibration ripping through me like fire, my vision spotting white.
“That’s it,” he growled into my folds. “Let me hear you. I want every fucking sound you make.”
I bucked, moaned, tugged his hair sharp enough to sting. He rumbled approval, the sound pulsing against my core, sending fresh sparks through my entire body.
“More,” I gasped, thighs shaking. “Please, more.”
He gave me more, just like I begged for, his finger pushing into my pussy slow and sure. I clamped down around it right away, walls fluttering greedily. He let out this deep groan that vibrated straight through me.
“So tight,” he muttered, breath hot on my thigh. “So fucking tight and wet. Can’t wait to bury my cock in you.”
He worked in a second finger, the stretch burning sweet, filling me up just enough to make me gasp. Then he crooked them, rubbing that hidden spot deep inside, relentless while his tongue kept lashing my clit. The combo wrecked me: fingers pumping steady, mouth sucking hard.
“Right there,” I babbled, words tumbling out. “Oh god, right there, don’t stop, please don’t...”
He didn’t. He thrust those fingers faster, hooking them every time to grind that spot, tongue flicking my clit in tight circles. Overload hit from both ends. My legs shook around his shoulders, back bowing off the table edge. My fingers dug into his scalp, yanking strands, but he just pressed his face harder into my folds, humming approval.
“You’re close, aren’t you, little menace?” he rasped against my wetness. “I can feel it. Your pussy squeezing my fingers so hard. Come for me, Riley. Drench my tongue. I need it.”
The orgasm hit me like a truck, brutal and blinding. I cried out, thighs locking his head in place, spine snapping up like a bowstring. Ecstasy ripped through me, pulsing wild and dragging on forever. He didn’t stop, just kept at it with no mercy, fingers scissoring inside, tongue swirling soft through the spasms, milking every twitch until I collapsed, quivering.
When it finally ended, when the waves subsided to tremors, I was boneless. Spent. Completely destroyed. Caelan lifted his head from between my legs, a smug grin splitting his face, chin slick with my juices, lips swollen.
“Come here,” I ordered, snagging his shirt collar and hauling him up.
I crushed my mouth to his, tongue diving in to taste my own tang on him. Salty, musky. Should’ve been off-putting, but it was incredibly hot, making my core clench fresh.
My hands dropped to the button of his pants while our kiss turned messy, tongues battling each other. He choked out a noise against my lips, body jerking like I’d touched a live wire, and I smirked against his lips. Fair’s fair. It was my turn to unravel him.
