When they saw our off-campus place the following year, shit kind of came out in the open.
“Seriously?You’re rich as fuck, and we’ve been drinking cheap beer out of plastic cups for the last year?”
Little did they know that becoming my friends despite a year of cheap beer and roughing it in dorms affirmed their friendship to me—for life.They weren’t friends with me for my money; they liked me for me.Which is why from sophomore year on, we never drank cheap beer again.And we had some epic fucking parties and vacations on the Price dime.
Callie nodded in agreement.“He’s a smart man, your father.”
“That he is.Now, can we please stop talking about him?Feels weird when my hard dick is this close to that perfect pussy.”
Her giggle turned into a moan as my mouth found hers, and we lost ourselves in the incredible sensations of justbeingtogether.
* * *
“What’s your shirt say?”
Callie yelped as my breath tickled her neck.I’d snuck up behind her in the office kitchen while she debated her Monday morning snack choice.
“You really need to stop doing that.”
I chuckled.“Sorry, baby.”
I spun her around by her shoulders and pulled the lapels of her jacket back to read, “Lady in the streets.Freak in the spreadsheets.”
“I’d have to disagree.I’d say you’re a freak in the streets, too.”I leaned down and brushed my lips over the soft skin of her neck.
“Emmett, please.Someone might see.”
“Then come with me.”I grabbed her hand and dragged her toward my office.We passed no one, but I sensed she was filled with a conflicted mix of lust-filled excitement and sheer panic.
Once we entered my office, I slammed the door behind us and pressed her against the wall, making sure she felt every inch of what she did to me.
Lady in the streets, my ass.This woman rode me like a demon, ground her pussy against me until she came, and sucked my cock like a fucking champ.
“On your knees, baby.”
“Here?”Callie squealed.
“What did you think was going to happen when you walked in here wearing that shirt?With those lips painted that sexy red.Need to see them wrapped around me right now, Cal.”
Her pupils blew out, and she licked her lips.My cock twitched against her stomach.The red on those lips didn’t budge.It never did, even when I shoved my cock all the way to the back of her throat.
“Now, Callie.”
“Whatever you need, Mr.Price.”The little vixen batted those thick, long eyelashes, staring up at me with a mixture of heat and affection.
She planted her palms on my chest and slowly slid her body down the wall.I took a step back so she could settle on her knees.She smiled up at me as she undid my belt, my zipper, then slid my pants and my underwear to my ankles at a torturous pace.My cock sprang free from my boxer briefs like it was desperate to get to her mouth.
As soon as she’d lowered my pants, Callie swirled her tongue around my head and I had to lean forward to brace myself on the wall.
Fuck, I love her mouth.
She gripped me with one hand, her soft lips gliding up and down my rigid shaft, her tongue caressing every inch.With each bob of her head, she took me deeper into the velvety heat of her mouth, stoking the flames burning in my gut.
Her free hand roamed over my body, her nails grazing across my stomach before gripping my ass, urging me deeper.I obliged, thrusting eagerly as she hollowed her cheeks, the suction driving me wild.My guttural groans echoed off the office walls.
The sight of her, on her knees, that sinful mouth stretched obscenely around my cock, was almost too much to bear.I fisted my hands in her hair, losing myself in the rhythmic movement of her lips.
“Fuck, Callie!Your mouth feels incredible.”
