I did as she ordered, and she peeled the shirt off, tossing it aside.
Her tiny little inhale did wonderful things to my ego, more so when she ran her hands over my chest and arms, then back up again like she couldn’t get enough.
She palmed my erection, causing it to tighten and pulse.
I knew how good she would feel.
One night and I’d already accepted that Callie set a new standard for me.
I deserved to feel every bit of joy and I wouldn’t stop until she’d drained every last drop of pleasure from her orgasms.
I rubbed my cheek over her breast and dipped a finger into her folds, teasing her with the brush of my fingertip.
She hissed through her teeth, her hand pressing harder against my cock.
I added another finger, and her head fell back.
She managed to tuck her hand inside my jeans and around my cock but the angle was all wrong for a decent stroke.
Still, the feel of her fingers squeezing and releasing mimicked what would happen once she came on my cock, and the reminder pulsed my hips into her hand.
Callie moaned again and raised one arm over her head. Her breast jutted up, the cold air pebbling her skin.
I drew the nipple into my mouth and continued to suck.
I couldn’t stop touching her if I tried.
She made such interesting sounds, and I wanted to hear every single one a million times.
I’d happily spend days in this office, mapping her body and learning everything about her, including what exact combination it took for her to allow all three of us to fuck ourselves senseless inside her body.
I thrust my fingers deeper and curled them, then withdrew and repeated the motion until she squirmed and gasped, riding my hand.
“Your hands.” She groaned. “I love how they feel against my skin.”
The words alone almost set me back on my heels, but she tightened around my fingers, the softness a delicious contrast to my scarred knuckles.
Goosebumps rose on my bare arms, and I buried my head between her breasts, groaning with the weight of our combined need.
Lifting my head, I put a hand where my cheek had been and pushed her down onto the desk.
She stared up at me with a curious expression, a question on her lips.
I dropped to my knees, spread her legs wide, and thrust my tongue against her clit, pumping my fingers hard and fast in her pussy.
She’d taken all of us last time, but Colt had been there to help get her ready.
“Fuck.” A strained sound matched the tightness squeezing my fingers.
She muttered it under her breath over and over again, her hands locked on my head.
Her body moved, her hips rolling and pressing onto my tongue and fingers.
I understood the motion and sucked her clit, using the added pressure to push her toward her first climax.
It wouldn’t be the only one.
I fully intended on giving her my cock and enjoying that sweet torture of having her pussy squeeze me senseless.
