Page 539 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

nails sinking into his hair, spine tingling.

“God—Drew.” My head drops back against the brick, every drag of his thumb stirring heat inside me as the winter bite pinches my clit.

“Allison. Fuck.

“Open a little more for me,” he groans.

“I am open, you greedy fuck,” I break.

His rough laugh hits my skin,

and he grabs me,

tilting my hips forward.

“That’s it.

“So fuckin’ sexy right here.”

I feel drip spill out warm.

I’m soaking his hand, I know it.

And he still hasn’t put his mouth on me.

His other thumb catches my lip,

spreading me wider,

and his gaze fucking drowns in the view. “Just so we’re on the same page, baby—anybody walks in and sees you spread open for me, I’m goin’ to prison.”

His hooded eyes flick back to mine,

locking as he leans closer,

one long, starved lick through the slick of me, from where his thumb’s grinding, until my clit’s under the heat of his tongue.

I melt into it, grabbing his hair⁠—

When his mouth closes over my clit, tongue dragging under it sweet until it swells.

A shudder crawls under my skin.

A sound breaks from my throat⁠—

half moan, half fuck-you-for-doing-that-with-your-eyes-still-on-me.

After another deep, flat lick through my slit, his head tips back into my hand, eyes heavy as he shows me the cream sittin’ on his tongue, his mouth slick and smug as it melts.

My knee almosts buckles, my body turning useless from the sight alone.

“Yeah. Finally got my girl creamin’,” he rasps out, brushing his bottom lip across my clit, and a fever pours fast to the rest of me.

My thighs clench.

“Your girl doesn’t cream.”

Andrew’s smirk is wet with my arousal.