I unwrap the lollipop slowly, the plastic crackling, and tuck the wrapper into my pocket. Then I plant my hand on the shelf above her head, caging her in.
“Katie,” I whisper, brushing the lollipop across her bottom lip. “Open.”
She does. Just enough to breathe in the cherry scent, to let me see how badly she wants what comes next. I lay it on her tongue and she closes her lips around it.
“You’re going to hold this in your mouth. If you drop it, I stop. Understand?”
Her eyes go wide, but she nods again. I push the hem of her dress up, inch by inch, letting my knuckles skim her bare thigh. Her head falls back against the books, and I begin to kiss down her neck, her hips rocking forward with the contact. My thumb traces the top of her thigh. Heat rolls off her in waves.
“You’re already shaking,” I say against her cheek. “And I haven’t even touched you properly. You’re always so responsive for me, like your body knows my touch can give it what it needs.”
My fingers slip higher, right to the edge of where I know she’s burning for me. Her hips jerk, a small, helpless movement that nearly destroys me. I tilt her chin toward me, slipping the lollipop from her mouth, resting it against her lower lip.
“Let me hear how much you want it, Katie,” I say, hand finally sliding against her clit through panties. “Tell me.”
Her breath trembles out of her, so soft I feel it more than hear it. “Fuck, Cam,” she whispers, “I want you.”
I press the candy against her lips and she opens her mouth, tongue out as I place it lightly, then she slowly closes her mouth around it and my entire body locks up. My hand tightens on her thigh, the other gripping the shelf above her head. Then I move to cup her pussy through the fabric, pressing my palmagainst her clit, her skirt gathered at my wrist. The tiny sound she makes—half gasp, half surrender—goes straight through me.
My fingers find her clit through the thin fabric, and I start slow circles that make her hips lift into my hand. She grabs my shoulders, trying to stay upright, sucking the lollipop, trying to keep quiet even as her breath breaks.
“I can feel how wet you are already,” I tease, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Do you want my fingers or my mouth, Katie?”
Her eyes open and look into mine. Still sucking, she brings her fingertips to my lips.
“Jesus Christ, Katie…”
She sucks the cherry candy once, then again, her eyes locked on mine. My restraint frays fast, unraveling in my chest like a fuse burning down to nothing.
“Come here,” I growl.
I pull the lollipop from her lips and kiss her—hard, nothing held back. Her tongue tastes like cherry as it brushes mine and she lets out a sound I feel everywhere. My hand slides under the band of her underwear, finally touching her where she’s been begging for it.
She gasps into my mouth, fingers clawing at my shoulders.
I breathe against her lips. “Let me feel how wet you are before I make you come on my tongue.”
My fingertips glide over her, slick and warm, and her head falls back against the books.
“Oh my God—”
“Look at me,” I say, low, commanding.
Her eyes flutter open as I drop to my knees, looking up at her with the lollipop still in my hand. “Lift your dress.”
She gathers the fabric to her waist, lips parted. I pull her panties to the side, exposing her to me and take in the view. “You havethe prettiest pussy, do you know that?” She shakes her head. “So pretty.”
I keep my eyes on hers as I wet the lollipop in my mouth once more before sliding it against her pussy. Her jaw drops as I slowly glide the candy inside her, making short strokes. The moan that follows fills the space between the shelves.
“Shit, Cam, that’s…” she says on a breath.
I slide the lollipop out. “Ahhh…you’re getting a little too loud, Katie. Open your mouth.”
Her pupils go wide as she opens. I take one lick of the candy, tasting her on it and I can’t contain the sound that comes from my chest. I raise the lollipop to her. “Suck on it, see how good you taste. And then you’ll be a good girl and hold in your mouth. I need you to be quiet for me.”
She takes it and once I’m sure she has it, I lift one of her legs to my shoulder and lower my mouth to her pussy. I try to keep a slow pace, but the taste of her on my tongue drives me faster, my tongue flicking against her clit.
Her hand lands in my hair, gripping tight. I pause just long enough to wet two fingers in my mouth before sliding them inside. Her body trembles and I keep my pace.
