Page 153 of We Can't Be Friends

Kissing the corner of her mouth, down her jaw, and then her neck. I trail them to the tops of her breasts. Chloe's hands slip into my hair, knocking my hat off.

She whimpers, her hips rocking, searching for friction.

I plant a kiss between her cleavage, heading to show the same pleasure to her other breast.

I bite down on the fullness of the breast that’s being pushed up by the bralette. “Yes, that,” she whimpers again. I bite her again, then lick the spot.

My hands move to the waistband of her underwear. I snap both sides and she shoots up, her breasts brushing my face. I inhale, nose grazing the slim space between them.

Her hands fall from my hair and into her knickers taking them off.

“Needy little thing?”

“You have no clue,” she tells me.

I stare at her, reluctantly pulling my face from her chest. “Enlighten me, Chloe,” I rasp out her name. “You know I touch myself thinking about you. Do you think of me?”

“Since last year. Before it was the memory of your hands on me, putting me to bed. Now—” her words hitch and stutter as I run a finger up her slit. Underwear decorating the floor.

“You were saying?”

“Now my fantasies have a face. I think about you, wishing it were you. Can you make that come true?”

“Your wish is my command.” I push a finger into her. She’s tight. I kiss Chloe, capturing her moans and my name on her tongue. “You’re so wet. Is this for me, or are you like this for everyone?”

“Only for you,” she exhales. “Only ever for you.”

“That’smygirl.”

Her hips are moving against my finger. “More, Cal. I need more.”

I slip another finger into her. Working the two in and out of her.

“That’s it. Take what you need, Dais.”

My thumb finds her most sensitive spot, pressing against it while my fingers keep moving in and out of her.

I can feel her getting closer. Committing to memory what she wants and needs, how when I move my fingers a specific way, or kiss the space between her jaw and ear she reacts. The little sounds she releases and how her body arches. “How do you want to come? On my fingers or tongue?” I ask her.

“Both,” she says firmly.

“Needy and greedy.” I smirk at her, eyes narrowing with pure ardor.

“I told you already, you have no clue.”

I pick up my pace, curling my fingers inside of her, teasing and pushing on her. Edging her closer to the release she believes I have no clue how badly she needs. Having her come undone around me, even thinking about getting to go down on her has me on the edge of coming in my pants.

Chloe’s head falls back. My free hands catching it, righting it. She’s going to watch this.

She clenches, legs shaking, as my name slips past her mouth drawn out. Not like the last note of a song, but the bridge you want to listen to over and over again. I could die listening to her say my name exactly this way.

I remove my fingers from her, bringing them to her lips. She opens her mouth, tongue sticking out ready to taste.

Shaking my head, I take my fingers and paint her lips. “What are you doing?”

“Getting an example of what I’m about to look like.” She’s glistening with herself. Running my fingers again around her lips, I replace them with my lips, kissing her, tasting her. “So good,” I groan.

Chloe’s blush runs down her neck, spreading across her chest. Across the patches of freckles.

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