Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
“Seth!” she cried as she curled her fingers in his hair, lifting her torso to watch what he did to her.
She was still sensitive after her last orgasm, but what he did felt so good she didn’t want to stop him. Even if she squirmed beneath his mouth.
She’d had guys go down on her before, but never like this. Never so intensely.
He feasted on her. Licked and sucked and ate her like a man starving. She tried to shift away from him when it got too intense, but he held her firmly in place and devoured her. And then, just when she thought she couldn’t take another second, he sucked her clit, tugging with just enough pressure to make her explode.
Her grip on his head tightened. She knew she was holding him against her pussy, grinding against him, but he didn’t stop. He sucked harder until she saw stars.
And then she fell back on the mattress, her body spent, her head spinning as her heart beat so hard she couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing in her ears.
But then he crawled up her body, his cock nudging her, and she opened to him, eager for more . Coming when his mouth was on her was amazing. But coming with him inside her? Even better.
She spread her legs, inviting him in. He sank into her until he was once more balls deep inside her. Her pussy clenched around him, the remnants of her orgasm still rippling through her.
“Fucking beautiful, Callie. The way you feel, the way you move. The way you moan and then scream a little when you come.”
Heat crawled over her. “Scream? Do I?”
He kissed her softly and she tasted herself on him. It wasn’t a terrible taste, though not her favorite. He was her favorite though. But scream? Did she really?
He chuckled and she felt it to her core. “Yeah, a little. I think it’s sexy as hell.”
“I guess that’s a good thing. It’d be awful if you hated it.”
“I don’t hate it. No man would hate something that let him know how good he was doing pleasuring his woman. Scream as much as you like. I can take it.”
The heat still pulsed over her. “I’m thinking no sex when Nikki’s home, then.”
He snorted. “Not happening, babe. I’ll muffle your screams with my mouth. It’ll be hot.”
She believed it would be. Good God, Nikki had been right about her getting horizontal with Seth. She didn’t know what to think about that just yet. She’d deal with it when Nikki got home. Because one look at her and Nik was going to know Callie was guilty as sin.
But oh, what a way to go.
She thought maybe Seth would lose control again and they’d be wild the way they had in the shower, but it didn’t happen that way. He moved slowly, deliberately, their mouths fusing as they made love.
Made love? She wasn’t sure she could call it that, because you had to be in love didn’t you?
But it wasn’t fucking, not this time. It was sweet and hot and so incredibly sexy that she never wanted it to end.
“You feel amazing, Callie. You have no idea.”
She moaned. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”
Because everything about this was amazing.
They kissed long and deep, moving together as if they were one body. It was a dance, a rhythm that could be awkward if you didn’t have the right tempo with the other person.
But they did. Their tempo was perfect, matched, as if they’d known each other’s bodies a lifetime rather than learning the map of their pleasure with every stroke, every touch.
It was beyond anything Callie had ever experienced before. She didn’t know if it was the same for Seth. She very much suspected it wasn’t. His experience was infinite compared to hers.
She squeezed her eyes shut, told herself she wasn’t going there. Wasn’t imagining him with other women, doing what he did to her. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was now.
She didn’t know how long they stayed that way, moving together like a wave rolling toward shore before the strength of the wave grew into a tsunami. Before they were moving harder and faster, Seth pounding into her as she wrapped her legs around him and held on for the ride.
This time he didn’t tell her to touch herself. He did it for her. His fingers found her clit, strummed it until she lost control. Control of her voice, her body. She heard herself moaning, heard herself begging.
And then, because she was desperate and Seth knew how to back off each time before she exploded, she reached down to cup his balls. The way he stiffened and swore made her feel powerful in that moment. She rolled them in her hand, squeezed lightly, and loved the way he shuddered.
“Callie,” he groaned. “Damn.”
The sexy sound of his voice sent her over the edge. He rode her while she came, thrusting deeper, dragging her orgasm out as her body dissolved into a shower of sparks.
When she was coherent again, she pushed him off her and he rolled until she could straddle him. The bruise on her knee where she’d fallen at the Dawg barely registered. She was that turned on. Still. And she had a wicked idea. He thought she was going to sink onto his cock and ride him, but she dropped to take him in her mouth instead.
“Fuck,” he blurted.
His fingers twisted in her hair. She thought he might try to pull her away, but he groaned and then didn’t. He lay back on the mattress and let her suck him. She thought vaguely how this wasn’t like her, how she was never this bold during sex. She was always afraid of getting it wrong because her experience level was still somewhere in the advanced novice category, but she wasn’t afraid with Seth.
Not with the way he had his arm thrown over his face, or the sounds he made in his throat, or the way his fingers tightened in her hair.
She tried to take as much of him as she could, let his cock slide to the back of her throat, then retreated before her gag reflex kicked in. She cupped his balls, kneading them, and then she let his cock slide free and licked his balls instead. That earned her a gasp and a deep groan.
“Dammit, Callie,” he said. “You’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop.”
“So come,” she said around a mouthful of cock.
She worked him with her fist, sucked him, licked the tip and then tried to deep throat him again. She wasn’t so good at that part, so she backed off a little and sucked as much as she could.
“You sure about this?” he asked, his voice sounding strangled.
She didn’t dignify the question with a reply. Instead she kept sucking and pumping—and Seth exploded in her mouth. She drank him down, as much as she could, but some leaked down his cock when she couldn’t keep up. When it was done, when nothing more came out, she worked her way up his gorgeous abdomen, exploring him as she went. She found the scar where he must have sewn himself up. It was on his ribcage, almost tucked against his side, and she kissed it reverently.
She was still exploring, licking nipples and touching muscles, when he dragged her up and kissed her deeply.
“You’ve slain me, Callie. I’m dead.”
She laughed. “Hardly. But maybe a rest is needed. Recharge so you can do it again.”
He grinned. “Yeah, maybe so.”
He shifted them until they were on their sides, pulled the sheet over their bodies, and wrapped his arms around her. His cock was still half-hard where it nestled between her cheeks.
“Think I didn’t eat enough pancakes,” he said against her shoulder before kissing it. “I’m fucking tired. When I wake up, we’re going to lunch at the Dawg. Or maybe dinner. Have to see how much energy we’ve got for round two first.”
Callie didn’t think she’d sleep, but she did. With a smile on her face and a pleasurable ache between her legs.