He bites his bottom lip. “On the contrary, Ms. Holley…” His mouth comes within a breath of mine. “I quite like feeling you on top of me. Unfortunately, I liked it a little too much.” He gives me a knowing look. “If you kept grinding on top of me like that, Frosty would have soon discovered he had an exploding carrot.”
I bark out a laugh, the sound echoing through the room. “I’ll admit. The boxers are a big turn on.”
“Do you only like me for my carrot?” He slowly pulses against me, and a subtle whimper escapes.
“Hard to say.”
“How so?”
“Because I’ve never seen your…carrot.”
He skims his lips against mine. “Do you want to?” His rhythm becomes more intense, teasing me to the point that I’m ready to lose my mind if I don’t feel him inside me soon.
“God, yes.” I throw my head back, losing myself in the sensation.
“I was hoping you’d say that. Because I really want to see your…” He trails off, lifting his gaze to meet mine. “You know what? I’m struggling to come up with a decent innuendo for pussy.” His eyes darken as he trails a hand down the curve of my frame, slipping it between my thighs and rubbing against me.
There may be a thin layer of cotton between us, but there’s no doubt he can feel how wet I am for him.
“But I really want to see your pussy.”
I release a moan as he continues to tease me, meeting his ministrations, desperate to rid myself of every scrap of clothing separating us.
“Really want to taste your pussy.” He slams his mouth back against mine, his tongue plunging inside.
A kiss isn’t supposed to be this explosive. This all-consuming. It’s not supposed to make me feel things I didn’t think possible. Like I’d physically ache without this man’s lips on mine.
He brings our kiss to an end, straightening slightly as he stops rubbing against me. Disappointment fills me from the lack of his touch. But it’s short-lived when he teases his finger along the waistband of my pajama pants, the anticipation threatening to unravel me.
“But do you know what I really want to do?”
“What’s that?” I pant.
His lips hover over mine as his hand disappears into my pants. When he slides a finger along my folds, spreading my wetness around, I exhale a moan.
“Fuck, Parker. I really want to fuck this pussy.” He slips a finger inside me, and I cry out in pleasure, squirming and writhing beneath him. “Want to feel your walls constrict around me. Want your cunt to milk me fucking dry.”
“Holy shit,” I exhale, barely able to put together a coherent thought. I wasn’t sure what Callum would be like in the bedroom. Truthfully, I did my bestnotto think about it.
But, goddamn, if hearing him say these things doesn’t turn me on even more. Makes me burn for him in a way I’ve never hungered for another person.
“Can I do that? Can I fuck you?”
“Yes, Callum.”
I grab his face, circling my hips as I chase my orgasm, silencing the rational part of me reminding me this is a horrible idea. That this won’t end well. That doesn’t matter right now. All that does is finally releasing this pent-up sexual tension that’s been mounting for days.
“I need you.” I urge his lips toward mine, but before I can lose myself in his kiss, he resists, staying just out of reach.
“Need what exactly? What do you need me to do?”
“Callum,” I begin as evenly as possible in my current state. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Goddamn.” He slams his lips against mine. “I fucking love your mouth.” He removes his hand from my center to lift my t-shirt over my head. “Fucking love these tits.” He cups my breasts, taking each nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
My eyes flutter shut, pinpricks of pleasure dancing over my skin. This entire scenario still feels surreal. Like I’ll wake up any second and learn it was all a dream. An incredibly erotic dream, but a dream nonetheless.
Until Callum takes one of my nipples in his mouth, the warmth of his tongue lapping at the pert bud, followed by the scraping of his teeth making it clear this is real.
