his girl bloomed for me.
She shouldn’t be with him anyway, but I guess I don’t have a say in that at this stage.
The way I see it, I have up to three days to prove to Calla that she should be with me.
To think of her being in Scott’s arms, and him touching her again makes me boil.
If there’s one thing I have going for me, it’s that I have successfully rocked her world. I saw it all over her—the way she panted, the way she moaned, the way her eyes took me in, how wet she got, the way she squeezed me…neither of us wanted it to end. Climax, yes, but only to start over and do it again and again.
She already knows our bodies fit, and now that I’m in her mind in a different way, I have about seventy-two hours to win her heart.
I recognize the effects of distance—physical and otherwise—and I know that distance will work for me when I see Calla’s furtive glances in my direction.
The way she keeps trying to look away or hide the blazing desire in her eyes leads me to believe she’s still trying to be a good girl, but she is clearly affected by our encounters and wants more of the same without asking for it.
She keeps giving herself the mental equivalent of a slap on the hand for her wayward thoughts, but she can’t stop looking at me, even while she showers.
I will make her a very bad girl; I will make her beg.
I know she’ll find a way to ask me for it, and I can’t wait to see how.
Once Calla is done with her shower, she walks toward me where I am sitting on the bed, naked.
She doesn’t pick through the silky nightwear nearby—she just climbs in next to me nude, still damp in places, and smelling like a sweet flower.
Damn it.
I was already hard from the time she shed her clothes to enter the shower, even though I looked away most of the time, and I’m even harder now.
With Calla’s soft, warm body next to me, it’ll be tough not to give in to what we both want. But I have an idea.
CALLA
“Sit on my face,” I hear Jason say, but I’m not sure I heard correctly.
“What?”
“I said, get up here and put that sweet, warm puss over my mouth, now.”
My core starts getting even slicker. His words and the way he growled them left me no desire but to follow his command as my middle buzzes to life.
I climb over him, anticipating the feel of his tongue on my clit, the anticipation driving me wild. When the tip of his tongue finally reaches me, I buck a little, the contact sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I am eager, and unbelievably sensitive there.
He flickers his tongue, getting me used to him enough so that I don’t contract and pulse with every touch. When I finally settle in, I let him work me, relaxing and just enjoying the light tease of his probing tongue instead of riding his face.
“Yes, Calla, you’re dripping.”
The buzz of his voice and the feel of his breath and mouth so near my mound as he speaks drives me even more nuts.
Soon, he stops skillfully trailing his tongue over my hungry folds and closes his mouth over me, covering more ground with both his lips and the fleshy, muscular organ between them.
I start moving over his warm, enveloping mouth, unable to stop myself anymore.
My buttocks clenches as I swing my nether lips over his oral cavity and let both of us do the work of stringing me tighter and tighter with pleasure until my body contracts and releases, and I am coming all over him. He sucks me until I can take it no more.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, still stuck in my position in the aftershocks of my climax.
I don’t know how long I stay there above him, but I’m aware of his hands caressing my lower back and my butt cheeks, gently rubbing and massaging me.
As sated as I feel, I still have the desire to have his hard cock in me, and I know in a few more moments, I’ll be ready for it; my ache for his throbbing organ inside of me is returning full force.
I climb off of him, hoping he’ll flip me on my back and plunge into me from above