“Greedy.”
“Indulgent.”
“Well, your milk will never mix with my cocoa puff,” I say, sitting back.
Not deterred at all, he grips the table in a way that makes my thighs shake.
“If you give me the chance, I will soak your cocoa puff. It will be mush from how wet I make you.” With poutier lips than he should have, he blows a kiss at me.
“Stop making cereal erotic,” I say, crossing my arms.
“You started it, sweetheart.”
The bill comes, and like with everything else today, he pays. We don’t leave right away. He sits in his cocky glory very aware of the shifting I’m doing to try and get comfortable in my wetness.
I know damn well that doing this with him, the flirting, and the conversation is a bad idea. But it all seems better than what comes to mind now.
“I know a place you haven’t shown me,” I say.
“Where?”
I try to stop myself, I really do, but in the end I say, “Your house.”
Chapter 6
Singlementendtolive like they got robbed, and all that was left was the TV. I fully expected there to be no furniture except a mattress on the floor. Maybe a few beers in the fridge, and a bathroom that makes me have to squat. Why I’ve fucked enough guys to expect this makes me feel like I don’t know my worth. I chalk it up to having been in my twenties.
Callahan’s place isn’t like that. Fully furnished and with enough character to give it a vibe, I can see myself chilling here, playing video games, and eating junk food. I can certainly appreciate the fact that I’m about to be laid out on a king-size mattress with soft cotton sheets.
But the tour doesn’t end in the bedroom. He takes me through the whole place and then lifts me up onto his island.
“What are you doing?”
“This is where I eat my meals.” With a wicked grin, his hands go to work tearing off my tights and thong, leaving me bare-assed on the counter.
He slides me forward until my butt is dangling off the edge. Making up for the lost support, he lifts my legs onto his shoulder, holding me up with his steady grip.
“What a pretty pussy.” He licks his lips, his eyes flicking up to look into mine. Happy that I landscaped before coming here, I watch as he admires it.
Running a finger through the seam, he brings it to his mouth and sucks on it. His eyes close, like the taste is too much to bear, and when they open again, there is this heat that makes them look hazy.
“You shouldn’t play with your food,” I say, breath labored.
“You’re right.”
He parts my lips and licks slow and long from my opening to my clit. Moaning like it’s bringing him pleasure, he repeats the action. Lifted up on my elbows, I throw my head back, almost hitting the surface. I can no longer keep myself up when he starts to pick up his pace. The gentleness of his lips mixed with the roughness of his beard shifts the whole experience.
“You taste so good.” Sticking his tongue in, he swirls it around, lapping up my juices. When he suctions his mouth over every part of me, I really start to unravel.
Somehow, he doesn’t even need his fingers to make me come, his mouth being enough. The way he laps, nibbles, and licks really does me in, causing me to lurch up and cry out. He holds me down, not stopping even as I begin to tremble. Lips moving in frequency with my shaking, the rhythm we create forces the song of my pleasure to pour out of my mouth.
When he sees I can’t take anymore, he stops. I sit up, a little sex drunk and ready for more. If I knew it was going to be this good, I would have done it on the first night. Then again, how am I supposedto act like this means nothing when I’m already planning the next time in my head?
“Now let me see those beautiful tits,” he says, bringing me back to the moment.
Obliging his request, I rip off my layers, until I’m laid out completely naked in front of him. My boobs, which have been looking towards the ground since I got them, flop over my upper belly, nipples hard.
“Now you,” I say, a little worried. This will be the first white dick I’ve ever seen.
