Chapter Eight
Acacia
Malissa beats me to the desk this morning. I can’t stop glancing at the mats that Callum had laid me out on yesterday and then licked me in places no mouth should really go. My thighs clench, and I walk with a shift in my step to relieve some of the pressure aching between my legs.
Setting my bag and coffee down, I stand next to her chair. She finishes typing out her message before looking up at me.
Her eyes narrow. “Good morning,” she says while hesitantly placing her phone on her desk.
“I have a personal question to ask.”
Malissa smirks. “This should be good. Lay it on me, sister.”
Blowing out a nervous breath, I nod. “How do you trim… your garden?”
She blinks at me with raised eyebrows and an open mouth before a giggle escapes her lips. “You’re talking about my lady garden? The one I grow organically between my legs?”
I groan, dropping into my seat. “Nevermind. This is a mistake. Forget I said anything.”
“No, no, no. I must know now,” she says with a shake of her head. “Why do you ask?”
I blush, twisting my fingers. “Callum mentioned shaving me after… after he had his face down there.”
Her feet fall onto the floor, her back straightening. “Oh my god. What are you saying? He ate your whisker biscuit?”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I look at her, exasperated. “Do I want to know what that is?”
“Full bush, baby,” she teases without shame.
I shudder. “Please. I would rather say hairy vagina than whisker biscuit.”
She grimaces. “I wouldn’t.”
With a sigh, I roll my eyes and slump further into the chair. Malissa guides hers closer to me and pats my knee.
“If he’s willing to do that for you, why not let him? You might like it. Some people are into that kind of thing.” She shrugs.
My mouth drops open. “It’s a kink thing? Shaving?”
She holds up her hands. “I said it could be. We don’t know how Callum is. And to answer your question, I get my shit waxed. Smooth as a plum.”
“Does it hurt?” I ask, unsure if I could stand any pain down there.
Malissa grimaces. “Yeah, but you kind of get used to it. You should let him shave you.”
My eyebrows crinkle. “What? Why?”
She shrugs. “Well, to begin with. If you’ve never done anything to trim down there, then you would probably have to shorten it all up before you could wax anyway. And I think you may like being taken care of like that with him. Just try it and if you don’t like it, then I’ll take you to my girl to get it all ripped off.”
“What if he cuts me?” I ask, twisting my fingers.
Malissa frowns. “I feel like a man confident enough to ask to shave a woman isn’t a man that’s gonna cut the kitty.”
“Oh my god. Now you’re comparing my private parts to animals.” I wag a finger at her, moving to head back inside.
She laughs, holding up her hands. “I’m afraid pussy cat is a fairly common phrase. That’s not even on me.”
You got your man into your pants. Now what? How to keep him addicted to your gorilla grip pus—
I slam the book closed, my cheeks burning at the image printed inside. I’ve never been one to look at porn, and the picture is extremely explicit. I’ve never been tempted to look at the Karma Sutra, but I’m sure this image could rival it.
Plus, I technically haven’t gotten my man into my pants, he’s just gotten me out of mine. It’s probably safe to save that chapter for another day. I tuck it in my purse, shoving my hand lotion and bag of candies on top to shield the content from any lurkers.
A vase of flowers is set on the counter, and I lift my eyes to meet Callum’s. Smiling, I try to contain my excitement.
“Flowers…. for my little flower ,” he whispers the last part and my cheeks flame. He chuckles, studying my blush before he shakes his head. “Beautiful.”
I grab the vase, turning it to inspect the bouquet and set it near my computer. “Thank you. No one’s gotten me flowers before.”
Something dark flashes in his eyes, and his grin turns a little feral. My breath stalls before he blinks and his expression falls into a familiar stoic one. “Dinner again at my place?”
I nod, smiling down at my gift. I try to ignore the feelings gathering in my heart at his gesture. It’s been a few days since he tasted me on the gym mats, and I have been too scared to ask what he's been doing the past couple of nights. It isn’t like he’s changed his stance on keeping this a casual thing as far as I’m aware.
Callum taps his knuckles on the counter and clears his throat. He nods towards the mats in the corner.
“I’m gonna grab a quick session. Yell if you need anything, okay?”
He doesn’t wait for my reply and I watch him as he sets up his area before grabbing his rope. Heat fills the cave between my legs, and I rub my thighs. He’s wearing light gray basketball shorts today, and I have an inkling it’s to put on a show for me.
Callum takes off his shirt, winking at me as he tosses it aside. He rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms across his chest. His muscles bulge and flex as he moves. I let out a small whine when he grabs the jump rope, and I glance around me. It’s later in the afternoon, and this is usually when we hit another lull of members. The small period after lunch but before rush hour.
He rolls his shorts up, so the seam of the legs is higher, and my breathing stalls. It gives me a more than perfect visual of the jumbo vine dangling between his legs. He rolls his shoulders and then winks at me.
His feet skip back and forth as he starts jumping in place. My mouth falls open as I stare at his genitalia.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
That elephant trunk swings, pulling the fabric of his shorts higher with each bounce up. But it’s different now because I know how large that girthy tube is when it’s hard. I know what it feels like in my mouth. I know what it looks like when it’s spraying me with its contents.
I fan my face, trying to calm down from the titillation of seeing him bounce my favorite part of him. Lifting my eyes to his, Callum’s heated stare is already locked on me. He stops jumping and nods his head to come to him. I swallow, looking around the empty gym before hurrying to him.
He’s already pushing his shorts down as my knees land on the floor and his mushroom head is poking at my lips. And all I can think about is how I would do this for him every day of my life if I could.