Page 45 of Pinky Promises

Chapter 18

Callum

IfonlyBrynn’swordshad matched her body language. Her body tensed as I had approached, and her lips parted when I leaned in. I left her standing there—skin flushed and breathing heavily with her mouth gaped open in shock.

It took all my restraint not to press my lips against hers. Instead, I walked past her into the kitchen and decided to indulge in my second favorite vice—pudding. My obsession with pudding didn’t start until college. Growing up, my father never let me have junk food like this. I discovered it in the cafeteria at Willow Creek University and fell in love. Love at first lick? Fuck yes, it was. I bought that shit in bulk, and it just stuck.

Brynn teased me that I would get over it, but it grew and never went away, like my obsession with her over the years. We always keep the fridge stocked with snack packs.

I reach into the fridge, grab a chocolate pudding, and tear the lid off.

I nudge the drawer closed with my hip before settling against the counter. My eyes drift close as I bring the spoonful of chocolaty goodness to my lips. When I open them up again, Brynn is standing in the kitchen. Her hands rest on her hips, and a scowl resides on her beautiful face.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” I know it’s not true, but the way her eyes hold me almost sends shivers up my spine.

“That’s it? You’re just going to say ‘okay’? You’re not going to fight me on it? You’re not going to fight forme?”

There it is—what she truly wants.

“Fight for you?” I lick the spoon, and her eyes follow my every move. Even with the small distance between us, I can see her pupils dilate and hear the change in her breathing. Is she thinking about what it felt like when I licked her like that? Is she wet? She tries to rub her thighs together secretly, but the tiny movement catches my attention. I wonder if she would let me cover her body in pudding and lick it off her. Is that weird to fantasize about? Maybe, but I’d gladly combine my two favorite things—pudding and Brynn.

“You just told me this couldn’t happen again.” I mimic her stance from earlier. “If that’s what you want, then I respect that. I told you the other day that the ball was in your court, Brynn.” As much as I want this, I mean it. If this isn’t what she wants, we remember our memories and move on, but her expression gives her away. She means too much to me for this to come between us.

“Is that not what you want, though?” She crosses the kitchen to stand beside me.

After one last bite, I place the empty container and spoon back on the counter. “I’m addicted to the taste of you on my tongue, and I’m craving another hit.”

She gasps, and her breathing becomes labored. Brynn tries to fight it, but I can see the desire burning in her eyes.

I step closer to her, caging her into the counter, and her hands go to my waist. I don’t know if she intends to pull me closer or push me away. Either way, her hands fist the edge of my shirt, keeping me to her.

My breath fans her cheek. “Tell me, B. Tell me you don’t want my tongue buried in that sweet pussy of yours. That if I dip my fingers right here”—I drag a knuckle over the waistband of her shorts—“my fingers wouldn’t glide over the wetness pouring out of you right now.”

She swallows thickly. Her eyelids flutter shut as I continue to tease her abs.

“You don’t need to deny it. I can smell your arousal from here, and it’s making my mouth water.”

I drop to my knees and untie the strings of her shorts, dragging them down her toned legs. The profound damp spot on her panties tells me everything I need to know.

I drag her thong down painfully slow, being sure to drag the top of the material over her clit. She flinches but doesn’t tell me to stop.

I swipe my tongue over my own lips, wetting them as I take in the view in front of me. I become a man just freed from prison about to devour his favorite meal for the first time in a long time. It may have only been days since I had my mouth on her, but it feels like an eternity. Her pussy lips are shiny with her arousal. Even though I imagined this, nothing can compare to how sexy it is.

“Callum,” she whines as she threads her fingers in my hair, spurring me on. Who am I to deny her.

One more taste, that’s all. But as soon as I take my first lick of her sweetness, I know one more taste will never be enough. Hi, my name is Cal Murphy, and I’m addicted to the taste of my best friend’s pussy.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she pants, yet the words hold no conviction because with every lick and suck, she pushes her hips further into my mouth. I plunge two fingers deep inside her and move in tandem with my tongue until she explodes all over my mouth and hand.

“A week away from you was torture,” I pant as I spin her around and press my palm into her lower back to bend her over the island countertop. In a flash, I drop my shorts and boxers. I’ve never loved our height difference more so that the counter is the perfect height not to have to awkwardly stand to align my cock with her pussy.

The only warning I give her is the tight grip on her hip before I plunge my cock deep inside. Her upper body shoots up off the counter, and she lets out the sexiest whimper. “Oh fuck.”

Her fingers claw at the countertop, the tendons in her hand straining with each thrust inside her. I pepper kisses along her neck and feel her pulse increase under my tongue. Brynn reaches back and grips the back of my neck, holding me to her. Her fingertips brush the hairs on the nape of my neck. Her grip tightens, and I exert a loud moan.

“Brynn.” I chant her name over and over as she meets my every move. Her pussy squeezes every ounce of cum out of me, and once I’m fully spent, I hunch over, our slick skin sticking to each other.

“What was it you were saying again?” I tease as I slowly pull out of her.

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