I squealed out laughing, and he quickly put his hand over my mouth. “Don’t make a peep.” He locked the door and looked at me with a wicked grin.
I grabbed his hand and started to speak, but in one motion he was on his knees with my panties around my ankles. How was he so fast?
“Callum.” I whispered.
“Not a sound… or a moan.” His eyes twinkled.
“You know I can-”
I couldn’t finish speaking as he lifted one leg, tossing it over his shoulder, and buried his face in my still glistening pussy. It hadn’t even been thirty minutes.
He slowly licked from back to front before slipping his tongue in. His eyes darted up to meet mine and my God. I bit my bottom lip, trying to hold back the moan that was begging to escape. It wasn’t like anyone would hear me anyway since it was so loud in here, but something inside of me wanted to obey him.
He slipped two fingers in and swirled them around in a circle as my stomach clenched. I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing tightly, holding him there while I rocked on his face. He slipped in another finger, stretching me and I felt my knees buckle.
“Callum.” I moaned out quietly.
He stopped, pulling out his fingers, and looked at me. It took a second before my eyes focused on his. “Rule one.”
I shook my head back and forth. He couldn’t be serious.
He was lifting my panties back up. “You better get changed quickly.”
“You. Are you?”
He wiped his fingers across his lips before kissing me on the forehead. He unlocked the door, poked his head out, and walked out.
I was standing there like a high diver on the edge of the platform and he just walked away. Fuck rule one. I make my own rules. I slipped out of my dress, trying to ignore the light brushing of my panties across my throbbing clit, then got an idea. Before putting on my new outfit, I slipped them off and put them to the side. I balled them back up and put them in my pocket, saving them for the right time later. I folded my dress over my arm and walked out of the dressing room to a waiting Callum who was bent over in a seat, I’m sure working on getting his erection down.
I cast a sideways glance at him and headed to the register with the tags in hand. I heard him chuckling behind me before he slipped his arm around my hips. There was another teenager working the register who seemed to have smoked weed prior to his shift, because he could give two shits about the chaos happening around him on top of the fact his eye were red and his fingertips were orange with Cheetos dust on them.
He looked up from the register a second or two after the total appeared and dragged out the total of three hundred and twelve dollars. I dove into my little purse, but before I could pull out my card, Callum was handing his over.
“I can get it.” I said.
“I know, but I wanted you to come. So my treat.”
I stared at him in disbelief, not missing his word choice and the obvious pause on the word come. A new game seemed to be afoot, so I readjusted my imaginary top hat and pipe and nodded. “Thank you. I wanted to come.”
His lips pulled to the side and the guy at the register said in a monotone deadpan, “Yay. You both wanted to come.”
Callum and I both looked at each other and snickered.
“You can get your skates around the corner.” He mumbled, pointing at a wall before handing me the receipt.
“Could I get a bag?”
The guy’s brows pinched into the most dramatic v, so I held up my dress.
“We don’t sell those here.”
I shook my head. “I know. This is what I was wearing.”
“Why did you bring it with you?” He asked, his head tilting back, seemingly too heavy for him, because he was struggling to keep his balance.
I closed my eyes, trying to maintain my patience. “I just bought these clothes and changed.”
“Oh, right.” He nodded emphatically, staring at us.
