“Oh, thanks,” I mumbled, smooth as ever.
I wanted to button my jeans back up. I wanted to yank them all the way down. I wanted to hide from the heat and the burning desire blazing up inside of me, and I wanted it to consume me as I melted into him.
Caleb moved closer, and when his hand slid to my thigh, I gasped quietly. He leaned in, his eyes darting over my tattoo, or my panties—at that point, I didn’t even care. I could hear a dull roar in my ears, my heartbeat pulsing like lightning and my skin tingling with this electric heat that took my breath away. He leaned closer, both of his hands moving to hold my thighs as I trembled.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” he groaned.
“Caleb…” I panted
He leaned closer, and when I felt his breath tease against my thigh, I gasped quietly. His hand slid around, gripping the back of my thigh as if pulling me closer. His other move slowly towards mine, and when his fingers pushed mine away and took their place holding my panties to the side, I closed my eyes, biting back the whimper as the feel of his finger so close to my pussy.
His thumb traced over the tattoo lines, and this time, I couldn’t stop the whimper. His breath was hot against my skin, but when I felt his lips touch me, my eyes shot open as the moan tumbled from my lips.
“Oh fuck…”
Caleb growled as his lips pressed to my skin, kissing my tattoo softly. The kiss turned harder, his lips parting as his tongue danced over my skin, making me gasp out loud. His other hand slid up to my ass, tugging the jeans down even more before he palmed my ass, growling against me. His finger tugged at my panties as he sucked and licked at that tender spot of skin, pulling them even more to the side as the heat exploded through me.
Caleb paused, panting, his groans rumbling into me, and I knew it was the now or never moment. It was the moment where I could still run away from this—run, move, change my name, and hope the embarrassment somehow went away some day.
Or… or, I could embrace it. Or I could stop pretending that I didn’t want this with every fiber of my being—that I didn’t want him with every part of me.
It was the second one that won out, because suddenly, I dropped my hand to his hair.
…And it was lighting a match to fuel.
Caleb groaned into me, and when he yanked my panties all the way to the side and slid his mouth over my bare, exposed, dripping wet pussy, I cried out in pleasure.
His tongue slid up between my lips, his growl rumbling through me as he parted my folds and pushed that wicked tongue deep inside of me. His hands slid to my ass, gripping me possessively and yanking me against his mouth as I screamed in pleasure. My hands tangled in his hair, my legs shaking as I cried out again and again. His tongue danced up and down my slit, hungrily tasting my honey as I panted for more.
He dragged his tongue up to my clit, wrapping his lips around my aching bud, swirling his tongue across it as I started to crumble for him.
“Oh fuck, Caleb…”
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, pulling away and letting his tongue drag lazily up and down my slick, dripping-wet slit.
“Fuck, you’ve got a candy-sweet pussy, baby-girl,” he growled animalistically, diving back in and pushing his tongue deep inside as I cried out for more.
I kicked at my jeans, shoving them down my legs and kicking them free. I gasped as he suddenly yanked me into him, dropping back on the couch with my pussy planted over his mouth. His hands gripped my ass tight as I tumbled after him, and I clung to the back of the couch as his tongue started to fuck in and out of me. Fingers dug into my skin—hard. Hard enough to bruise and hard enough to get my heart racing as my body ached for more.
He grunted into me, his muscles rippling as his tongue curled and swirled around my aching clit, until the whole world started to melt.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed, my breath coming in short, halting gasps, my body writhing against his mouth. Caleb’s hand shoved my shirt up, his hand sliding roughly over my belly and my ribs until he cupped one of my full breasts. I could feel his fingers teasing my nipple through my bra, when his tongue began to fuck in and out of my pussy while he urged me on with his hand on my ass, I knew I was going to explode.
“Oh God, Caleb… I’m…”
“I want you to come for me,” he grunted, tonguing my clit, his deep voice rumbling through me. “I want this pretty little cunt to cream all over my tongue. I want your honey dripping down my fucking chin.”