When I stare at them openmouthed as Caden explains he might one day rule over us all—it would only take a fewaccidentsafter all—Callum laughs, and assures me that as their maternal cousin, he’s only twenty-third.
Less is higher.
It’s wild that I’m sitting there with people like them. Hell, I evenfuckedtwo of them.
But like Grace and her friends did, the guys let me in, completely unbothered by the fact that I’m not part of the glittering elite.
I relax. I let Callum kiss me and touch my arm and act like it’s completely normal, refusing to freak out about it. So, what, he’s touchy. He was touchy with Camilla too.
After dinner, I let him take me back to my dorm room, and there I let him kiss me on my bed forever, like we have all the time in the world, devouring me slowly, hungrily. But I’m the one who needs more, so I straddle him, and proceed to remove the annoying little buttons of his eggshell white shirt.
I want to see him this time.
When I’ve succeeded, I’m rewarded by the sight of hard pecs, abs, a slender, narrow waist, and that hardness poking at me in his pants.
“Like what you see?” the smug prick asks, fully aware that anyone would.
“I’m not sure. I’ll need to see a little more.” I hop off his lap to peel his pants down his legs, taking his boxers with them, until I’m on my knees in front of him, his pants around his ankles.
It should feel like a vulnerable position, me at his feet while his huge cock points straight at me, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt more powerful.
My lips part to take in the tip, and I run my tongue around it, taking my time.
It’s not the first time his cock is in my mouth, but this time he isn’t ramming it down my throat until I beg, sob and choke over it.
This time, I’m in charge.
I might not have tons of experience at this, but I’ve watched porn, which gives me a place to start.
My hand moves to his balls, as I lick from the base of his cock to the tip, and back again, my hand twisting around the shaft.
He sucks in a breath, his legs tensing, and a chuckle escapes me.
This is a hell of a lot of fun.
I play. I toy with the sensitive eight-inch pole in my care, licking and sucking and blowing, and wanking, relishing all his grunts and moans.Payback’s a bitch, darling.Deep down, I know it’s only a matter of time before he snaps and takes control. Callum isn’t the kind of guy who just lets people manipulate him. So I’m not surprised when he fists a handful of my hair and tugs it back, forcing me to look straight into his gorgeous eyes.
I grin.
“You like that, huh? Being a fucking tease.”
I love it.
“Your throat or your ass?”
My pussy clenches with need, liking neither option.
“Am I coming at the back of your throat or inside your asshole, doll?”
I lick my lips. He went deep in my mouth before and I remember the feeling—it wasn’t pleasant. I could have choked. But my ass? I’ve never had anything in there. The prospect is daunting.
And maybe, just maybe, also a little…intriguing?
“Should I make the decision, darling?”
“Ass. My ass, please.”
He lifts an eyebrow, as though I’ve surprised him. “Ass it is.”