“God, no. Well, technically yes.” He chuckled, “But not in the way you think.”
He pulled a small packet of papers from inside his coat. “Please sign this so I don’t have to be so guarded with you. So I can kiss you, fuck you, and make you moan all night.”
A puff of air escaped my lips, and my clit started throbbing. It was like someone had turned on the faucet in my panties. Fucking hell.
I nodded. “Got a pen?”
He chuckled, reaching into his inside pocket.
“You had me at kiss and sold it with fuck.”
“You have a very dirty mouth.” He watched me sign my name and continued. “One that I want to punish.”
I bit my bottom lip and let my teeth slowly scrape over them. “So, what do you need to tell me?”
He batted the paper on the ground, swooped over, wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. “That can wait.” He mumbled before his lips crashed onto mine, taking them in an unapologetically hard kiss. The kind of kiss that you need on a very basic level. The kind of kiss that you need because your life depends on it.
A moan escaped my lips, and I felt him smile before leaning forward more, pushing me back. His hand was tightly gripping my hip like it was his lifeline, while mine greedily stroked up his chest. I needed him. Needed to feel him, needed to taste him, needed everything about him.
“I’m going to make you moan my name.” He whispered against my lips.
I looked at him, smiling. “I doubt it.”
His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Game on.” His hands simultaneously lifted my dress at the same time he shimmied down my body.
Oh my God. He was going to eat me out in the back of his car with people walking on the sidewalk not even ten feet away. I briefly had the where with all to tilt my head up and see the windows were tinted. I didn’t know how dark, but-
He slid my panties aside and his tongue plunged into my wet depths.
“Fuck me.” I exclaimed, pressing the palm of my hand to the window behind me.
“I plan to.” He said before diving back in.
Holy shit, he was skilled in the art of cunnilingus. Cunnilingus? Of all the words I could use- shit. So. Fucking. Good.
I felt like I was about to explode in his mouth. The pressure was building up, my stomach was tingling, and I was fairly certain I was seeing stars. I moaned out his name, which only made him swirl and pulse his tongue faster. “Callum.”
He slipped in two fingers while his tongue played with my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.”
“We’re really going to need to work on that mouth.” He said before running his tongue up my slick folds. “You taste so good. I could live the rest of my life down here.”
My body was grinding, moving on its own, the closer I got and his words put me on a bullet train.
I moaned again and again and again.
So much for winning that. He was playing to win and I could appreciate that. Over and over again.
His fingers curled and hit that magic spot, and without warning, my world exploded. Hearts and arrow and little flying Cupids swirled around my head. The moan that escaped my lips was unlike anything I’d ever heard. It was deep, from the depths of a well that had never been explored before. I felt my pussy clinching around his fingers as his thrusts slowed.
He looked up at me, face still between my legs, his eyes pure sex and fire. What have I gotten myself into? He crawled up my body and found my lips, and I could still taste myself on his tongue. His kiss was soft, passionate.
I was fucked.
Literally and figuratively.
I grabbed for the hem of his waist, but he put his hand on mine. “Not right now. This wasn’t for me. Well, not entirely.” He winked, sitting us up. He pulled his phone out and sent a text. Moments later, Brady was walking back to the car.
