“Lana? What are you—”
I raised to my tiptoes, slid my arms around him, and drew him down for a kiss. Praying to God he’d come through like he did that first night and hold me back. Only, this time, I wasn’t letting go.
Clutching was different than reaching. And I was clutching the hell out of him.
“Lana,” he rasped against my mouth. “You’re upset and have had a hard night—”
“No excuses. Not tonight. You told me I couldn’t give them, so you can’t either. I know what I want.”
He stared at me hard, weighing my words, but I wasn’t backing do
wn. I was mad, sad, exhausted, and revved up all at the same time. The adrenaline I had building from the height I’d just been at, tied with the shitty aspect of today, was making me sizzle like an oiled cast-iron skillet.
I needed to unleash it all, and I wanted to be with Cal because he had been there from the beginning. He didn’t let me hide, which was good, since I was looking for some control right then. Some way to take charge of the tiniest part of my world, if only for a moment.
“You told me all I had to do was ask? Tell you what I need?”
“And what is it you need?” he asked.
I pushed his chest until his legs hit the bed and he sat on the mattress. “You.”
“Good,” he growled and wrapped his hand around my back, yanking me toward him. I instantly straddled his lap and kissed him hard and fast. Ripping off his shirt, my palms slapped on his chest, and I tried to push him to his back. He was too strong, and apparently wanted to stay sitting, because he wouldn’t let me completely take charge.
He peeled off my shirt and unhooked my bra, burying his face in my breasts. I threaded my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. He sucked the plump flesh all over, licking and biting every inch. He sucked on one spot, then moved down to suck on another, teasing me with how close he was to my nipple. But he just continued to taste, licking a perfect circle around the hard point, but never delivering the attention I was desperate for.
As his tongue slid along my skin, I arched my back at the perfect time, forcing that wicked tongue to drag across the pouting tip.
I gasped, the zap of heat shooting from my chest to my center.
A low hum broke his throat. “Not in a patient mood tonight, I see?”
“No. No patience. Want you now.”
His answer was to clamp down on my nipple with his thumb and first finger so hard that it went numb. When he released it, blood rushed to the pouting point and he fastened his mouth over it, sucking and licking the sting away.
“Oh, God!” I moaned. I’d never felt anything like it. The sensation was so intense, alternating between pleasure and pain, and I couldn’t think which part I liked better. All of it. Definitely, all of it.
He paused only to move to my other breast and do it all over again.
“Yes, yes, more.” I wanted hard, fast, and wild. I wanted to be gone from my world in every way possible. I may not be high in the air, but Cal made me high on something else. On the addiction to his touch. To the way he shut down my mind and bombarded me with feelings, not thoughts.
I was gone from reality and just existed as part of Cal. That’s it. That passion that warred in my brain had officially been unleashed, and I wasn’t holding back. I wasn’t thinking of logic. All that would be dealt with later. Right now, I just wanted out of the terrible moment that came from earlier today at school.
The man’s mouth was magic. And the way his kissed my skin made me feel sexy and wanted. Like he couldn’t get enough.
He devoured my breasts with no sign of relenting, which was great with me. I leaned back, placing my hands behind me on his thighs to give him full access, which he took. Cupping them together, he sucked both nipples fast, back and forth, never leaving one unattended for too long. The zings of pleasure flooded my core, and I was already so wet that my panties slid across my sensitive flesh every time I rocked my hips.
“Off,” he said, reaching to unfasten my pants. “Now.”
While he continued to deliver so much bliss on my sensitive breasts, I maneuvered my way out of my jeans and panties, which was no easy task, since Cal wouldn’t let me too far from his mouth.
Now completely naked and resuming my position on his lap, I rocked against his hard cock, which was encased in his pants. Hating that there was still a barrier between us, I unbuckled his belt and got his pants low enough for his cock to spring free.
“I want you so much,” he said between licks at my breast. “And for so fucking long I’ve wanted this…” He latched onto my nipple and, as he did, he laid back, tugging me down with him.
I gasped at the delicious sting and even more erotic sight of him maneuvering me over him using only his mouth. I caught myself, bracing my hands on either side of his head before crashing atop him. He wasn’t giving up my flesh. Callum appeared to be a breast man, and that was more than fine by me, because the way he tongued my skin had me on the brink of coming already.
As I leaned over him, he reached down and fingered my clit.