Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Shit devolved into a mess of stumblin' up the stairs, clothes flyin', and hands fondlin' real damn quick. Wasn't sure what had gotten into my viper, but I was here for it.
Our encounter last night had left me feelin' a little off-kilter. Maybe she wasn't ready to tell me what was goin' on, but if I could tell her with my body—my hands, my mouth, my cock—that she was safe with me, I'd do it.
As if it was such a hardship. We pinballed our way through the hallway and the bedroom door.
Calvin turned, breakin' our kiss, and headed for the bed.
She reached behind her and unclasped her bra.
As it dropped to the floor, I crowded her from behind, walkin' forward until her knees hit the mattress.
I slid my left hand around her hip then up to grab a handful of her breast. She moaned and her head fell back against my shoulder.
The thumb and forefinger of my right hand gripped her jaw, the rest of my hand all but collarin' her throat.
"Feels like I should tie you up, viper," I whispered into her temple as my left hand moved from her breast down her smooth, soft stomach. "But I like your hands on me too much."
When I reached the paradise between her legs, I groaned. "God, you're so fucking wet." I slipped my middle finger inside, teasin'. "Need to taste you, baby."
"Then do it," she challenged. The breathiness of her voice gave her away, though. She always tried like hell to be tough, and she was, but damn if it seemed like she didn't wanna have to be tough all the time.
That fiery hellcat that showed up on Wild Acre months ago and started stirrin' up shit was the costume she wore for the world. Yeah, she was feisty as shit, but she was soft and sweet, too. They say a good man can give any woman their softness back if they show up for them in the right way.
Hell, I'd make it my full time job to show up for Calvin Jennings.
I removed my finger from between her legs and sucked on it, tastin' the tangy sweetness of my favorite dessert. "Not enough."
With a firm hand between her shoulder blades, I pressed Calvin's upper body into the bed.
Then, I sank to my knees and buried my tongue inside her cunt.
Her knees buckled as I fucked her with my tongue, but I gripped her hips, spreadin' her ass wider to give myself better access.
When I switched things up and ran the flat of my tongue all the way from her clit to the puckered hole between her cheeks, she screamed.
"Fuck, Brody!" She was squirmin', doin' her best to look over her shoulder and watch me.
"Better bury your face in that mattress when I make you come," I taunted. "Wouldn't want you to traumatize Cat."
Then I got back to work, kneadin' her ass, suckin' her clit, swirlin' the tip of my tongue around that tight ring of muscle.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Yes, don't stop." She wasn't shy, not surprised, just responding, her body fluent in a language I was only just learnin' to read. Every time I circled that tight ring and pulled back to suck her clit, her hips chased me. She wanted more. She'd done this before.
That shouldn't have made me want to ruin her for everyone else, but here we were.
I worked her slowly, deliberately—tongue and thumbs, alternating pressure, readin' her.
The sounds she made changed when I pressed the tip of my tongue directly against her, not teasin' anymore, and I filed that away like somethin' valuable.
I reached under her, plungin' two fingers inside her from below, curlin' 'em just right, and she dropped her forehead to the bed and just took it, hands fistin' the sheets.
Her thighs were shakin', like her body was losin' the argument it had been havin' with itself—the one where she tried to stay in control.
I didn't let up. I kept the rhythm exactly where she needed it until she shattered, hips grindin' back against my face, completely unself-conscious about it.
Coulda done that all night.
My fingers slowed as I pressed my lips to the inside of one thigh. Then the other. Let my hands drag slow up the backs of her legs while she came down, still shakin'. She let out another low, satisfied moan into the mattress and I smiled against her skin, in no hurry whatsoever.
I'd had no idea. That was the thing sittin' quiet in the back of my head—I'd had absolutely no idea it could be like this. Like takin' her apart was somethin' I could do for hours and feel nothin' but grateful.
My lips ghosted over the curve of her ass, hands kneadin' slow. Suddenly, the sensation between my own legs hit me. I was so fuckin' hard it wasn't funny. Precum leaked from the tip, cock lookin' so red and angry I was almost worried.
But then I looked back up at the slope of Calvin's spine and the way it curved perfectly into the best ass I'd ever had my eyes or hands on.
"I wanna fuck this perfect ass," I said, thumbs spreadin' her again, still just starin'. "Come all over it."
She turned her head so her beautiful face was no longer buried in the sheets and laughed, low and a little wrecked. "You got it, boy scout. As long as I can fuck yours."
The silence that followed had a weight to it. I turned that suggestion over. Examined it from a few different angles before I came to one conclusion.
Anything.
She could say, have, do anything.
"Alright." I stood quickly, and Calvin's knees hit the floor as she melted off the side of the bed. I flopped onto my back beside her, starin' up at the ceiling.
"Let's do it. Make a man outta me, viper."