After Fern was settled I went into the main area, where Cal was sitting on the couch, looking perfectly relaxed. He grinned at me, but there was something soft about it, and almost shy. “I had a really good time today,” he said, standing up. “Thank you, for letting me spend time with her.”
Never before had I heard Cal sound so soft and fond. “I—I should thank you. I know that’ll sound weird. But she’s the best thing in my life. I’m sure you—you see how amazing she is. She’s an absolute ball of sunshine and I love her more than—more than I thought I could love someone.”
“I’m—not sure what to say to that.” Cal chuckled softly. “But she’s amazing. Really. I’m—I’m not surprised that she’s such a positive presence in your life. I’ve only known her for a couple of days and she’s already a ray of sunshine for me.”
Dammit. The way he was looking at me all soft and fond, the way he was talking about my daughter, the way I’d seen him be with Fern—I couldn’t help myself. I had never been more attracted to him than I was in that moment. When he was my dad’s cool artist friend, when he was sexy and hot, sophisticated, the most charming person in the room, I had lusted after him like nobody’s business. But now this, watching him with my daughter, was turning me on so much more than any of that.
Before I could second guess my impulse, I kissed him.
Cal stumbled back a step, caught off-guard, but before I could even begin to question what I was doing, if he wanted this, he grabbed me by the hips and kissed me back.
“This is a mistake,” I admitted in a whisper, but even saying it out loud didn’t stop me from holding onto Cal with everything I had. He kissed my mouth, the corner of my lips, my cheeks, and then downwards to my neck. He got a good grip on my hair and tugged to get my head back, give him better access, and oh fuck.
I made an embarrassing noise as it felt like my spine had melted. Cal paused and pulled back, looking up at me with mirth in his eyes.
“Y’know, I wondered if you would like that,” he mused. His green-blue eyes were burning like an ocean that had, somehow, caught fire. “Looks like I was right.”
I glared at him, hating that he had found another way to make me swoon, but Cal just laughed and kissed me, again and again, until I gave in and kissed him back.
He was a very good kisser, that was really all I had to say in my defense.
Cal backed me up into the counter, which seemed to be how things went with us. Not that I objected to being manhandled by him. In fact I really, really liked it.
I still managed to squeak in surprise when he lifted me up onto the kitchen counter. “Y’know,” Cal informed me, “the angle this way doesn’t get me as deep inside you… but it does allow for me to fuck you right… up against…” His fingers slid into my pants, teasing along the outside of my underwear. “…that sweet little clit of yours.”
I shivered, and Cal began to rub me through my underwear, the fabric creating a delicious friction. I mewled, struggling to keep quiet. Fern was right in the other room, I couldn’t let her hear us.
“That’s it,” Cal purred. “I love how you writhe on my fingers like that. You’re so helpless for me. So desperate. What do you want me to do, hmm? Do you want me to fuck you? Is that it?”
His fingers slid underneath my underwear and began to nudge inside of me. I panted into his mouth, yanking at his clothes, twisting my hips to try and get more of him inside of me. His fingers were certainly bigger and longer than mine, and I was addicted to the way they were twisting and thrusting inside of me, but they weren’t what I really wanted. What I really wanted was his cock.
“Yeah, kitten, that’s it, meow for me, let’s hear you.”
Fuck. I wanted to glare at him but all that came out instead were desperate little mewling noises. Cal chuckled. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Ye—es,” I managed, my voice cracking embarrassingly.
“Then let’s hear you beg. C’mon now, be a good girl.”
Oh, fuck, this was so unbelievably hot. “Please, please Cal, please, fuck me.”
“Fuck you with what? Aren’t I fucking you with my fingers right now?”
“F-fuck me with your cock,” I begged, past the point of embarrassment. He curled his fingers up inside of me and I had to bite down on my lip to stifle a cry. “Oh fuck! Cal! Cal, please, fuck me with your cock, fuck me so hard, fuck me until I’m crying.”