CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The place is empty in less than six minutes. I counted the seconds while herding disgruntled customers to the exit. Receiving a free drink ticket on the way out diluted their intoxicated attitudes. Garrett and Drake will regret leaving me in charge for the night. But that’s trouble for another day.
“Bold move, boss.” Harper backs toward the door. “I’m impressed.”
“You’re not my intended audience.”
The meddlesome bartender peeks around me. “She’s sitting pretty. Ready and waiting for whatever you have planned.”
“That’s not for you to worry about. Get gone and drive safe.” I usher her outside and lock the deadbolt before she can consider a response.
Harper was the final pain in my ass to vacate the premises. Now it’s just me and Callie. If only it could always be this way. A guy can dream.
After shutting off the lights, I take a breath to calm the frenzy my brain has scrambled into. I turn around slowly. Only the soft glow from behind the liquor display illuminates the space. It’s more than enough to define Callie’s flawless beauty. But I’d be able to identify her in the pitch dark.
She’s perched on her stool like the prim and proper queen she is. Her tits are nearly spilling out of that fucking dress. The sight is an erotic fantasy on steroids.
It’s a shame so many others got to witness the view. The reminder threatens to rekindle my frustration, but she couldn’t care less about them. Callie showed up tonight to see me. She won’t even speak to them, reserving her words for my ears. I’m the only man she deems worthy to worship her.
“Looks like you’ve got me all to yourself, love.”
“Just the way I like it,” she murmurs.
“Should’ve said so sooner. It was my pleasure to kick those fools to the curb.”
“That was rather entertaining.” Callie tilts her head, admiring me from across the room. “How long are we staying here?”
My eyes narrow playfully. “Got somewhere else to be?”
She giggles. “Not really, but Walter is home alone.”
“Well,” I drawl and begin striding forward. “That’s entirely up to you.”
“How so?”
“You hold the power. Indefinitely, sweetness.”
“In that case…” Her sentence trails off when she begins rummaging in her purse. “Can I snap a picture of you?”
I freeze. “Now?”
“Mhmm,” she breathes. “You look… intense.”
“And you like that?”
“Very much so.”
My chest expands and I spread my arms wide. “Then take your best shot.”
She whips out the vintage Polaroid as if this is a memory to cherish. The thought almost drops me to my knees. But I’m not close enough yet.
Lust pumps into my veins as I stalk toward her. I don’t want to scare her, but my need for this woman is slightly terrifying. Although she never cowers from my obsessive version of devotion.
To prove my point, Callie takes the opportunity to capture an image of me in this state. Her fingers pluck the film free and she fans herself with it. She smiles when I rumble my approval, as if we’re equal parts infatuated.
I arrive in front of her and immediately kneel at her feet. My mouth goes dry while I inhale her addictive elixir of vanilla and sexual ambitions. Her legs are the finest silk beneath my palms. I roam along the smooth expanse until she noticeably clenches.
“What’re you doing down there, boyfriend?”
Rather than answer, I chew on anticipation and delayed gratification. “You chose this dress for yourself, but did you think it would drive me to the brink of insanity?”
Callie bites her bottom lip. “Do you like it?”
“Fuck,” I chuckle. “That’s an offensive understatement. I contemplated burning the bar to the ground to get rid of the distractions. My attention is solely meant for you.”
Her gaze heats. “I’m all yours.”
“Did I mention you look edible?” I rest on my heels to appreciate the full scope.
“You said incredible.”
“That too. But now I’m going to feast on you. Consider it my way of apologizing for acting like a brute.”
Her faithful blush makes an appearance. “It doesn’t bother me. Does that make me just as… naughty?”
“Fuck yeah,” I groan. “You wanna be my bad girl?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You shouldn’t admit that to me.”
Callie wiggles on the stool. “Why not?”
“It’ll make me even more irrational.” Not to mention hard, but this isn’t about me.
“Give me your worst, boyfriend.”
“Seductress,” I rasp while shuffling forward on my knees. My hat gets flipped backward in the process. “Remember you asked for it.”
I bunch the bottom half of her dress around her hips. She shivers as I expose her modesty but doesn’t protest. Not yet, at least. My thumbs hook underneath her panties. I remove the barrier in a practiced motion, and pocket the lace like the trophy it is.
“Lean back, sweetness. Brace yourself on the edge of the rail. Get comfortable.”
She gets situated as requested, angling herself into an optimal position. “There.”
“Perfect.” I hook her legs over my arms.
“Can people see?” Her focus is pinned on the front windows that offer us an unobstructed view of Main Street.
“Nah, it’s tinted. I’d never put you on display for others.”
Callie stares at me hovering just above her splayed core. “This is very… intimate.”
“Which is why I’ve saved this act strictly for you. My future wife.”
Confusion pinches her expression. “You’ve never done this before?”
“Nope. It felt too personal in the past. Whatever happened before you is a muted blur that lacked substance in every shape and form. I never had the desire for more, until the day I saw you.” I press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. “You’ll be the only woman I eat from.”
She trembles in my grip. “Oh, my.”
“Just relax for me,” I exhale across her sensitive flesh. The glistening sheen reveals she’s turned on. Salvia pools on my tongue, desperate for a taste. “Maybe find something sturdy to hold.”
That’s the final warning I provide before burying my face in her essence. The tangy punch of her arousal consumes my senses. I’m instantly drunk, my thoughts spinning on how to drench myself in her. My shoulders stoop to spread her wider and grant me unrestricted access.
After flattening my tongue, I swipe through her center from ass to clit. The latter is where I land and home in on. That bump of nerves is my Everest. I’ll conquer the climb and challenge her to another. My lips seal around the designated target, sucking deep.
“Holy shit,” Callie wheezes.
She arches against the onslaught. Her palms fumble to get a grip on me, quickly swatting my hat to the ground. Then she grabs fistfuls of my hair and uses that hold as an anchor.
I rumble around a mouthful of her. Tart honey slicks my lips like a healing balm I didn’t know I needed. My suction increases while simultaneously flicking her clit. She bucks into me, spewing praises that are mostly unintelligible.
Control is a slippery slope and I’m sliding down. Callie seems to be fighting a similar battle. Her hips rock at a feverish pace, urging me faster. I drape her right leg over the neighboring seat, using the shift in position to bring my hand into the mix.
Her pussy accepts two fingers easily. I add a third, which is a tight squeeze. True to my word, I’ve been preparing her for my cock. She’ll be ready to take me soon.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she chants.
Her inner muscles become a clamp and I’m sure she’s close. Before I let her tip over the edge, I pull my mouth away. I slow the motions of my fingers to pump into her at a lazy pace. Without breaking stride, I stand and use my unoccupied hand to reach for the condiment dispenser on the counter.
“What’re you doing?” Her glazed stare searches mine.
I grab what I’m searching for, hiding the item in my hand. “A little something extra.”
“For what?
“Dessert.” I hover my mouth over hers.
Before I can return to my spot on the floor, she presses her lips to mine. The move is unexpected and provocative. Satisfaction strokes me, but this is her exploration. I remain still while she tastes herself on me. A soft mewl spills free. Her tongue sneaks out for more and I’m quick to deepen the kiss. She opens for me, eager to match my enthusiasm. Her complex flavor blends with our mutual desire.
Callie pulls away, licking at the gloss that remains. “I was curious.”
Carnal fuckery grips me in an unrelenting fist. “What do you think?”
She rolls her lips between her teeth, mulling over the answer. “Not bad. A bit odd. I’m not sure how to define it.”
“Indescribable,” I say. “A unique blend that can’t be replicated.”
And I’m about to add another element.
My knees meet the concrete while I change tactics. I drag the fruit by its stem through her slickness. My fingers pinch the sticky orb before sinking into her. The combination dips an inch into her pussy. I swirl and rotate for good measure. A slow pull removes my saturated treat for consumption.
A garbled noise spews from Callie. “Did you just—?”
“Make my own version of cherry cobbler? Abso-fucking-lutely.”
I pop the much-improved fruit into my mouth. The sugary syrup intensifies her rich taste into an irresistible cocktail. My eyes roll back and I groan. I’ll never get enough.
Callie’s jaw is hanging slack as she watches me swallow the ingenious creation. She doesn’t get the opportunity to reply before I’m tonguing her clit again. Her squeal reaches for the rafters. My fingers glide into her pussy while I send her toward relief.
Heady lust crashes over me as her climax peaks. I’d follow her over the edge if it wouldn’t leave me in a messy situation. A spasm twitches her limbs and she cries out. That’s my cue to double my efforts. After a final swipe, her release floods down my throat. I can’t seem to gulp fast enough. My girl is a squirter, quenching my thirst from this point forward.
A startled squeak escapes her as if she can feel how much is flowing free. When my mouth isn’t full, I’ll explain what just happened. She thrashes against my hold while I guide her through euphoria. I drink every drop until she’s wrung dry.
Callie slumps against the bar. A daze blankets her features into a thoroughly pleasured expression. There’s a dreamy droop halfway covering her eyes that almost has me diving straight in for seconds. Her labored breaths crack into the post-coital bliss.
“Um… that was definitely something extra,” she croaks.
“Yeah, love. I got you to squirt for me.”
Her lashes flutter, but she doesn’t avert her gaze. “Is that what the… gush was?”
“Best thing I’ve put in my mouth. Fucking exquisite.” I lick my fingers clean.
“Wow.” A flush stains her skin while she regains composure. “A cherry, huh?”
I smack my lips. “Almost an adequate substitute. Might sate me until I get the real deal.”
The momentary lapse clears and she perks up. “When will that be?”
An idea springs to my cloudy mind. “Do you have plans this weekend?”
“Only if you’re making some for us.”
“I was thinking we could get out of town for a while.”
“For a date?”
My shrug is feigned nonchalance. “Or two. Probably three. We’ll make it an extended stay somewhere… romantic.”
Callie gasps. “Like a vacation?”
“Yeah, sweetness. I’m gonna whisk you away.”