I only get a glimpse of her standing there in a blue lingerie set. The sexiest thing about it might be the swell of her belly over her panties.
She falls to her knees and looks up at me. “You’ve been such a good student, I think you deserve a reward.”
Her fingers hook into the waistband of my pants, and she drags them down my legs.
“Is this, like, my gold star?” I run my hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face because I don’t want to miss one moment of this.
“Keep doing such good work, and you can expect a lot more gold stars.” She rubs her palm over my boxer briefs, her eyes never leaving mine. “Do you want to sit or stand?”
I run my hand over her face, my thumb running across her bottom lip. “Hate to tell you, but you can do whatever, and I won’t be complaining. My body is a pretty simple machine.”
She chuckles, nibbling on the pad of my thumb. She does that a lot, and every time, my dick twitches.
“Standing it is.” She pulls down the waistband of my boxer briefs, resting it under my balls.
Her gaze on my dick undoes me. It’s like she’s salivating for a taste of it, stirring something feral inside me.
She wraps her hand around my length, and my body goes tight, every muscle constricting. I swallow hard and reach for anything to grab onto.
Callie glances up, and the look on her face punches the air out of my chest. Her desire to do this, to please me, is so clear. She’s clueless about how hot she looks on her knees in front of me, my dick inches from her mouth.
“Callie,” I breathe, but it comes out strangled.
She adjusts her hands, using light pressure on her stroke, and my head tips back. A groan slips out of me. My skin prickles, my heart rate picking up.
She moves with patience that feels on the edge of cruel because she’s going painstakingly slow. But I have no complaints—she can delay my gratification all she wants.
I look down again, the urge to watch her too hard to fight, but I regret it instantly. Her tongue is out, and I squeeze my eyes shut as soon as she licks up my shaft.
Holy hell.
“Look at me.”
I do as she says and her eyes don’t stray from me, watching me like I do her when we’re together—studying what makes her tick, what brings her pleasure. Even though she could do just about anything, and I’d be good, she wants to be sure I’m enjoying it. She wants to learn how to please me. Nothing is sexier than that.
I slide my fingers into her hair, gathering it gently and holding it in my fist. My other hand lands on the edge of my dresser, and I grip it so hard my knuckles ache.
She moans around my dick, and it unravels me. My breathing turns rough when she encases my entire tip in her mouth, and her lips stretch around my length.
All too quickly, her hot mouth is gone, but she continues to work me with her hand.
“Tell me if you need me to do something different.” Her voice is quiet, as though she’s offering me control while having no idea that her taking charge is hot as fuck.
“I don’t.”
Her big brown eyes flash with satisfaction, and she continues, remaining unhurried, and my mind goes blank. My only awareness is of her—her hand, her mouth, her saliva, her sounds.
Damn. The sounds coming out of her make it seem as though she’s enjoying herself as much as I am. But I can guarantee that isn’t the case.
The pressure in my balls builds too fast. I tense, trying to slow it, to make it last, because I don’t want this moment to end.
“Callie,” I warn breathlessly.
She glances up at me, continuing to stroke my base, to pop her mouth up and down on me. I swear she’s smiling with her eyes.
She takes more of me in, and my hand tightens in her hair, desperation clawing up my spine. My hips jerk forward a fraction, and my hand grips the dresser corner until the wood creaks.
“Fuck.”
