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My mouth watered, remembering how smooth the skin there was, the sexy sounds he made when I took him all the way in and swallowed around him, how his hips bucked when I lightly scraped my nails down his length.
But I could play later.
“Now what?” he asked, voice a low rumble.
“Now crawl.”
Once again, Cal did as I asked, slowly moving on his hands and knees toward me until he was eye level with my pussy. He sat back on his heels, hands resting on his thick thighs.
Supplicant. Ready to atone. So goddamn sexy I barely stopped myself from pulling him onto this bed and putting us both out of our misery.
But I was getting mine before he got his. Consider it repayment for the emotional distress he caused me today. Did I want to be Cal’s girlfriend? Yeah, I did, but the way he’d gone about the whole thing royally pissed me off.
“And now?” His breath fanned against my drenched slit, and I shivered.
“Now make me come.”
“I don’t think this is the punishment you think it is,” Cal said, lifting a hand and dipping his fingers into my arousal, tracing a lazy path around my clit with his pointer.
“The punishment, Ryder, is the reminder that I hold all the cards here. If I tell you to stop, you stop. If I decide to leave and go stay with one of my sisters instead of letting you fuck me into this mattress all night, you let me go.”
I reached down and gripped his chin hard in my hand, forcing his gaze up to mine. “And if you ever pull something like you did today again, I will fucking end you and your career. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Princess,” he whispered.
“Good,” I said, once again reclining and gesturing to my glistening sex. “Now get to work.”
I wanted to watch, but holding myself up didn’t last long as he buried his face in my pussy and set every single nerve ending in my body alight with the wicked, purposeful sweeps of his tongue. I flopped back on the bed and squeezed my eyes shut. The image of him crawling to me was forever branded on my memory, and I was halfway there already, picturing how easily he obeyed me, how he let me take charge.
And it wasn’t just today, either. He’d been content to let me seek my pleasure however I needed to every single time we’d been together. Rarely, if ever, had I encountered a man so comfortable in bed that he hadn’t needed to showboat for the sake of proving his sexual prowess. Cal was quietly confident as a lover, and thanks to watching me use him in whatever way I needed to get there, he quickly learned exactly what I liked and wanted, and he delivered on it every time.
I gripped the backs of my thighs and opened myself wider, both to give him better access and to keep myself from reaching for him. I wasn’t ready to touch him, not yet. He let out a hum of pleasure against my clit, then backed off just a bit.
I missed him instantly, and made a noise of protest.
“Patience, baby.”
Without warning, he spread my cheeks apart and licked a path from my rear entrance to my clit, letting out a low, long moan.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Do that again.”
So he did, then blew on the wet trail, and my toes curled.
“Cal…” I whimpered.
“I know, Princess,” he said, though I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for.
As always, he knew what I needed before I did, because he unceremoniously shoved three fingers inside, not bothering to work me up to it first, and suctioned his mouth around my clit. The intrusion was fucking delicious. I loved how he played a little rough with me, knowing I could take it—knowing Iwantedit. A few quick flutters of his tongue, a nip of his teeth, and three pumps of his fingers had me coming, digging my nails into his shoulders and screaming his name.
So fast I barely had time to blink, Cal abandoned me to free himself of his clothes, crawled over and hauled us deeper into the bed, then buried himself inside me in one quick pulse of his hips.
“Fucking hell, Mar,” he said as he began to move, nothing gentle about the way he slammed into me. The room quickly filled with the sounds of our labored breaths, of our skin slapping together, of my moans and his groans.
“Harder,” I said. “I need more.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” he growled as he picked up the pace, the slam of his hips against the backs of my thighs nearly painful.
But I’d never ask him to stop. I needed him unhinged and wild, to remind him that I was the only one who could give him this. I was the only one that could meet him thrust for punishing thrust.
