Page 190 of Crazy for this Girl

I remember it vividly, like a repeated dream that has played out in my head through the daydreams and random songs that would plague me with memories of him.

“I’m coming back to you,” he assures me, hovering his lips over mine. “I will always come back for you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t be an animal with it,” I lightly scold him, but it’s now or never. It’s forever hold my peace or tell the boy I’ve crushed on for summers on end the truth. “I love you, Cal. I’ve loved you forever.”

And I still do.

I never stopped, no matter how much I wanted to.

Going down to my haunches, Cal’s hands shoot up to my biceps and squeeze me to where I stand.

“You can suck me off later,” he mutters, positioning me within an inch of him. “I need you now.”

He backs me up to the edge of my bed and gives me a light shove. My ass hits the soft mattress as he climbs over me, wrapping his arm around my back and adjusting me to lie deeper into the center of it.

His mouth is back on mine before my panties are even off. He glides his long fingers down the cotton boy shorts that I’m shamelessly wearing because they were more comfortable for the very awkward conversation that we were having just two minutes ago.

Judge all you want.

The pads of his fingers circle my clothed clit as his green eyes gloss over in, what I can only describe as starved. I’m already soaked through them with his words, confessions, the way he truly wants me to just want him like we once used to be.

I can’t deny any of how I feel for him. It’s all here, wrapped around me and demanding me to listen. I’ve never lost sight of how much I missed him and how I’d never allowed it to leave, even if it made me lose my mind wishing for answers.

“I never did take you out on a date before I fucked you,” he tells me, and I can’t help but chuckle at how unconventionally built we are.

“Dates are overrated and never had much luck with them.”

He ascends closer, his nose touching mine as he whispers, “You never dated me. And I can assure you, Tone Deaf, that you won’t be remembering any one of them.”

“Is that before or after you stop torturing me with what you’re doing right now?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

Asshole.

The cocky lift of his mouth confirms that he knows what I think about that, when his lips lower and claim mine. The waistband of my panties are yanked down, exposing my ass as he glides a hand around my naked hip and firmly kneads the soft flesh there.

“Touch my ass when I suck you off,” I impart, either wanting him to lose his entire shit and fuck me to become part of this mattress or let me play a little bit until we both can’t stand it another moment longer.

“I’m assuming this is you checkin’ to see if I can listen?” Actually, no, but what he doesn’t know isn’t going to stroke his ego, either.

Reaching between us, I find his rigid cock, giving it a few innocent pumps before he lets out a defeated sigh before climbing off me. He comes up to the side of my face, exposing himself to me on a silver platter and my mouth waters.

Rolling onto my side, I promptly wrap my needy lips around him, and take him deep, because why would I wait? The tip of his length hits the back of my throat as so does his palm, lacing through my hair and clutching at the locks there for stability.

“You thought you were gonna be safe, baby?” he asks me through a grated response as he taps my right thigh. “Raise your knee up.”

I do as he asks, exposing myself to which he quickly takes advantage of. His thumb grazes my sensitive clit with each bob of my head over him. And when I take him deeper and hold there, he rewards me with two thick fingers, matching my movements with how fast, far, and fast I go.

I groan around his width, competing with how much wilder I can make him against my own delirious lewdness. We’re both a panting mess within seconds. His hand draped around my skull goading me on as I feel his legs shake when one of my palms touch it.

“I love and hate how good you are at this,” he leers above me, giving me a little tug at my hair for daring to suck anyone off before him. “Just for this, I’m going to make you come before I fuck you, so you’re sensitive as hell.”

Geezus.

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