Page 44 of Whatever It Takes

His warm breath fans over my sex as a growl rattles out of his chest. “Feel free to give me instructions, but I know I’m not allowed to just shove my dick inside you with no prep.”

“Yes, you are!” I wail, reaching for his arms. Only, his tongue flicks over my clit, and I fall to the mattress as my legs widen to give him extra space. I’m not sure what he does next, but it almost feels like he kisses my clit. Apparently I’m easy to please because a string of incoherent begging spills from my lips.

Stretching a hand down, I wrap my fingers in the waves on the top of his head and direct him where I want him. He’s frantic and uncoordinated and it’s still perfect.

I’m blissed out on his pheromones and the way he puts his all into making me come. My feet bounce against the mattress atthe feeling of his thick finger slipping inside me. It’s great…just not enough.

“More,” I sob, nodding and tugging his hair.

He adds another digit to my core, and my inner walls immediately search for the knot, trying to lock it in place. Omega biology is weird as hell, but he begins stretching his fingers, and embarrassing sounds slip from my lips.

“That’s perfect. You’re perfect! Oh, shit, more, please, Calder?”

He growls, the sound vibrating against my sex. “I fucking love hearing you beg, but I’m trying here. Tell me what you need more of.”

I groan. “Deeper and crook your fingers.”

Calder is a quick study.

My nipples tighten under the soft material of the T-shirt I’m still wearing as pleasure builds under my skin.

Calder’s hand tightens on my pelvis, like he’s holding me in place, so I can’t wiggle away. He rolls his tongue around my swollen nub, and electricity zips through my system, making me quake.

My hands dig into his hair, like I’m now the one who is afraid he might get away as I jolt under him.

The orgasm goes on for so long that I gasp and groan, finally trying to pull him off my clit. “Ugh, so sensitive…too much.”

Calder sucks each of my lower lips into his mouth and crawls up just enough that his elbows land near my hip bones as his face hovers over my stomach. He grins and pulls his hand to his mouth to suck off my slick.

“Did that help?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.

“A little.” I nod and tug on his arms. “On your back.”

He climbs the rest of the way up and pecks a kiss on my nose before rolling onto his back. The urge to impale myself on his cock is almost too much to resist as it sways, pointing towardhis belly button. Instead, I scoot down as I lie on my side, facing him. I grab the comforter, pulling it up over my shoulders, which also covers his legs.

“Whatcha doing?” he asks.

“About to blow you.” I grab his right hip, and he follows my instruction, turning on his side.

“You really don’t have to—” His crown bounces against my cheek. It’s sticky and hard and my tongue darts out, flicking down his length. “Okay, yeah, please do.”

I wrap my hand around him and bring him to my mouth. My tongue rolls, circling his throbbing cock. He lets out the most satisfied moan as his shaft jolts, and it does crazy stuff to my insides. He’s much more vocal than I’m used to, and my system thinks it’s the sexiest thing in the world.

His salty, manly taste explodes on my tongue, making me ravenous for more. Hollowing my cheeks, I snatch his hand and bring it to my hair. I’m not exactly an expert at this stuff either, and I wouldn’t mind him taking the lead. He palms my skull, but I pull back until his tip bumps my lips.

“Take over and fuck my throat.”

“Um,” Calder says. “Are you sure?”

“Mm-hmm.” I dive back down, swirling my tongue as he gives a gentle thrust. Bobbing and sucking, I work deeper until my nose bumps his knot.

“Holy shit, beautiful. You’re killing me here,” he says, teasing his fingers through my hair as he gives my head a little shove.

It’s insanely hot, and my thighs grind together, desperate for some friction on my clit. Who knew giving could be just as satisfying as receiving? I didn’t, but everything in me aches to blow his mind.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls as he swells. “I’m about to come.”

I can tell.

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