He wanted me to claim him publicly? Did that mean he wanted to claim me?
There wasn’t time to overanalyze his statement as he moved down my body, continuing to rip the fabric as he went until I was laid bare before him. Not wasting any time, Cal lowered his mouth between my legs, feasting on me like the world was ending and this was his last opportunity to taste me there.
Hands fisted in the sheets by my sides, I was barely hanging on when he reached both hands under my ass, lifting me up to his face as he staked his claim.
We both knew my pussy belonged to him. No man would ever live up to the way Cal made me feel in and out of bed.
Was that love? I still wasn’t sure.
While my mind was busy thinking, my body coiled tighter and tighter as Cal’s magic tongue worked through my flesh with expert strokes. I didn’t care that he’d spent years honing his skills with other women—he was here with me now. I was the one he came home to every night.
The idea of being the object of his undivided affection sent me over the top, and my body lurched off the bed as my orgasm crested, taking me by surprise. My thighs shook as Cal eased me down with gentle licks before crawling up my body, rocking his jean-clad erection against my bare flesh.
Squealing, I tried to get away. The rough texture of denim against my overstimulated clit was too much.
“I need you.” The words were barely audible over static sound in my ears. You knew an orgasm was good when your hearing went out.
“You already have me.” Cal’s voice was fuzzy above me.
“Please.” I wasn’t too proud to beg. Aching for our bodies to be connected consumed me. Nothing else mattered in this moment.
The unmistakable sound of a zipper lowering broke through my haze, and I sighed in relief. Slamming home in one strong thrust, we both groaned. Cal lowered his head to the crook of my neck, and I clutched at his back, trying to get him closer. The intense stretch upon entry still had the power to surprise me. I fucking loved it, though.
Lifting my hips, letting him know I was ready, my hands slid into his thick blond hair, tugging gently. Raising his head, eyes locked on mine, he rocked his hips gently. The intimacy of eye contact during sex was almost too overwhelming. I fought against the urge to close my eyes—to lose myself in the pleasure we created when our bodies merged.
I heard a buzzing, but it sounded distant. Hell, everything did as pleasure extended outward, permeating every cell in my body.
Throwing my head back, I focused on the way Cal’s thrusts were maddeningly slow. Moving my hands to his ass, I slipped them under the loosened waistband of his jeans, relishing the feel of his tight glutes flexing as his hips pumped.
The idea of me naked while he still wore pants was hot. Where was a mirror when you needed one? This girl needed a new lock screen pic.
Urging him to pick up the pace, I heard his chuckle from above. “Patience,” he grunted.
Thrashing my head against the pillows, I panted, “No.”
Dropping his forehead to mine, I could tell it tested the limits of his restraint to keep the pace slow and steady. If his goal was to drive me insane, it was working. The way we were going, hecould keep me riding the edge of release all night. Fortunately for me, I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off that long.
Tugging his mouth down, I slid my tongue inside, deepening our connection. Battling back, his tongue mimicked the slow motions of his hips. I desperately wanted to demand that he ravage me already but knew telling him what to do would only make him do the opposite. Cal didn’t take orders from anyone, least of all me.
Writhing beneath him, our slick bodies slid against each other. Cal might be taking the long road tonight, but the destination was the same—each stroke drove me closer and closer.
Almost there.
“Right there.” My voice was hoarse. “Don’t stop.”
Tightening my pelvic floor, I clenched around Cal’s cock, trying to throw myself over the precipice. I could feel it, teasing me, just out of reach.
“Do that again.” Cal’s strained words sounded in my ear.
As I was gearing up to put my years practicing Kegels to good use, a knock sounded at the door, and we both froze.
We were in Cal’s room. No one could know that I was in here. Even if I hid in the bathroom, the room was sure to smell of sex.
Our heads turned in the direction of the door, and my mind went to a place of optimism. Maybe it was Jaxon, or better yet, Natalie. It was almost dinner time. No one would think it out of the ordinary to see the four of us eating together—Cal was Jaxon’s best friend, and I was Natalie’s.
Knock knock knock.
“Cal, are you in there?”
