Page 173 of We Can't Be Friends

“Yes.” It’s breathy. My heart rate is already speeding up, and he’s barely laid a hand on me.

“We’ll try that another night. Tonight, you are getting off on my tongue then on me. Okay?”

I nod.

“No, Chloe. I told you I’m a words guy. I need you to tell me I can have you in all the ways I’ve wanted to since you came into my life. Walking around my place in those shirts, taunting me with the only body I’ve ever wanted to claim. Can I have you, beautiful girl?”

“Please,” I beg.

Cal’s response is a kiss. Lips locking, tongues knocking. There’s nothing controlled about this, and I love it. I love having Cal come undone.

He flips our positions, his body under mine.

“Sit on my face, Henry. I know what you were reading about in that book.” My eyes narrow down at him and he smirks. “I read it last week.”

“I’ve never. . . What if I suffocate you?”

“Then put on my grave, death by pussy, because there isn't any other way I’d want to go than like this caused by you.” Cal pulls my hips down, mouth on me. “So good.”

He works his tongue in and out of me. Mixing in attention to my most sensitive places.

I’m withering, hips moving against his face. Gripping the headboard for stability, Cal works my body up to the edge. He kneads one of my breasts with his hand, and I mirror the sensation on the other with one of mine.

Words are lost and muffled between my moans. “Close. Cal, I’m—”

Gone. Sprinted past close and jumped head first off the edge. Cal nurses my release, his hands move to my hips to keep me seated while he helps me ride out the pleasure.

Sated and breathing back to semi-regular, Cal lifts me off him.

My back hits the bed.

Cal stands, circling my ankles and pulling me to the edge of the bed. In his bedside table drawer, he pulls out a condom.

“Put it on me,” he demands.

Sitting up, I pinch the top of the condom and roll it down Cal’s erection. He’s heavy in my hand—he was in my mouth. . . which barely could take him.

It’s like Cal can read my mind.

“I’ll go slow, but you’ll take it.” He holds my chin as I reach the base.

“Is that right?” I smirk at him. “Are you going to be a good boy and make sure of it?”

He blushes and I can see how even though he wants control, he wants to be praised more.

“You’ll take anything I give you. Now, lay back. Butt on the edge and spread your legs.”

Cal licks his lips, and I wish I were his tongue. Tasting myself on him.

“You want to taste?”

“Mhmm.”

He crawls over my body to kiss me. Letting me taste myself on him. I cup my hands on his cheek, holding him. I love kissing him. I love being around him.

Being around Callum, getting to know him—falling for him—has been the anticipation leading to the big drop on a rollercoaster. Flying over the hill into a comfortable, safe, exciting freefall. Everything with him is safe and when my stomach cartwheels it’s not out of fear, it’s knowing that nothing has ever been like this before.

I don’t need this, having sex with him. I want it, but if we were to put our clothes back on and lay here passing secrets and kisses, it’d be enough.

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