Stone Cold - Ashby Crime Family

My own lips twitched at his too true words. I dipped my head and looked up at him beneath my lashes. “Then I hope you’re a really good teacher, Calvin.” A few more steps and there was barely a whisper between us, especially when I sucked in a deep breath, bringing hard nipples close to the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

“Oh, I am. In fact, I’m a damn good teacher.” Cal closed the distance between us and in the next moment his lips crashed down on mine. His kiss was hard and demanding at first, like he was as hungry for me as I was for him. For this.

The kiss was better, hotter than all the others. I knew because it set my body on fire. Actual flames licked at my skin as my blood heated my whole body from the inside with every slide of his tongue across my lips, every taste of his mouth on my own tongue.

It was intoxicating.

That was exactly what it was, intoxicating, and I found myself so drunk on his kisses that I let go. I completely and totally…let go. My body was not my own as Cal’s mouth went from my mouth to the line of my jaw and down my neck. I was nothing but an instrument that he played beautifully, eliciting the most embarrassing sounds from me with every touch of his hands and his mouth. “Cal.”

He chuckled and looked up at me, eyes shining with a look even I could recognize. Male satisfaction. “Fuck, Bonnie, you’re beautiful,” he growled as he removed one strap and then the other of my negligee until the red lace slid slowly down my body, ending silently in a soft fold at my feet. “So goddamn beautiful.”

The deep guttural tone in his words hit me straight in the gut with the force of an eighteen wheeler and when Calvin said it, I believed I was beautiful. I leaned into him, pressing my body against his hard one to get as close as I could to how he made me feel.

“Yes, Cal. Oh!” He surprised a squeal out of me when my feet left the ground and his grip tightened around my waist. “What are you doing?”

“Getting a little more comfortable,” he purred in my ear. “Is that a problem for you?”

I shook my head, unable to look away from the gleam that lit his face even as he laid me across what felt like a massage table. “No, uh, not for me.”

“Good,” he said and wrapped his lips around the hard peak that was my nipple, tugging enough to send lightning bolts of pleasure from my head to my toes. His mouth moved back and forth, teasing my nipples while his hands roamed up and down my body, stopping at the patch of hair at the center of my body. One finger slid between the folds and moved slowly. Up and down, up and down.

“Oh my God!” My eyes snapped open and I jackknifed to a sitting position so I could get a good look at just what this man was doing to me.

“Yes,” I moaned this time unable to look away from the sight of one long, thick finger disappearing into my body, stretching me wide. It was almost uncomfortable but that was overshadowed by the goosebumps prickling my skin, the way that one little touch ignited a firestorm of emotions and sensations within me.

“Too much?”

“No,” I panted, shaking my head. “I mean yes, but in a good way. A really, really good way.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, sweet Bonnie.” The intent in his eyes was crystal clear. He wanted me badly and pleasure was the name of the game.

My heart raced, feeling as if there was something significant about this moment. Something important, but I didn’t know what, so I closed my eyes and let the feelings Calvin caused overtake me.

“Oh God! Oh God! Yes!” His tongue replaced his finger between my thighs and it was the best thing I’d ever felt. Ever.

His tongue was hot and cool, rough and smooth, the moisture a sharp contrast to the rough touch against my clit. Calvin moaned and the sound ricocheted through me, vibrating like the earth was shaking around me. It was too much but it was almost not enough as my body strained to reach for something just out of my reach. Of course I knew what it was, but I didn’t know-know.

I couldn’t know.

No one, not even Maisie had prepared me for the way I would feel when that first orgasm washed over me. It was incredible, like I was free from everything and floating on a cloud made up wholly of desire and satisfaction. It was more than I ever dreamed of.

As my body arched into Cal and my fingers tangled in his hair, I now understood what the big damn deal was. Sex was wonderful. Better than chocolate. Better than booze.