Page 73 of Who's Your Daddy
Eyes widening, he reaches past me for the phone.
Unaware if Sloane has escaped, I do the only thing I can think of to stop Cal from seeing the screen: I grab his face and pull his lips to mine.
With a moan, he rolls over me, caging me in with his forearms pressed to the mattress on either side of my head.
As his tongue tangles with mine, I forget about Sloane and Sully and all the issues we left behind in Jersey.
I should stop him. I should tell him we can’t keep doing this, but if we only have this one night, I might as well enjoy it. Besides, there’s something I never got to do earlier and as nervous as I am, because the man is huge, I am also determined to experience all the sides of Callahan Murphy while I have him. I pull back just slightly and even with just the low din of light spilling in from between the curtains, I can’t help but note how he’s got this warmth in his eyes as he studies me. “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he rasps, his fingers trailing through my hair.
A flush works its way up my chest and to my cheeks. I’m glad he can’t see the way he affects me. That I can keep just that little bit a secret from him. Everything Cal has done in the last twelve hours has affected me though.
"What are you thinking?” He tilts his head like he’s trying to uncover what I could be working out in my brain.
I’m sure he’ll never come up with my real thoughts though. I’m wondering how I’ll fit his entire cock in my mouth. And trying to picture what it will feel like. I’ve never actually done it and I’m slightly nervous to admit that. Will I fight it? I’m not good at submitting but God do I want to submit to Cal for just a few more hours. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
I lick my lips, deciding to just go for what I want. “I’m thinking that I’d like to taste you.”
Cal hisses out a “bloody hell, woman,” and I smile.
Encouraged by his words, I slide down his body. We’re both still naked and as I glide my already damp core against Cal’s thick cock, I pause for a moment and enjoy the feel of him as I grind my body against his. “Shit, why does that feel so good,” I mutter more to myself.
Cal watches me in this knowing way. A little too cocky for my liking. “If you say because it’s you, I’m walking out the door,” I warn him.
Cal chuckles and he strokes my cheek again. “No darling, it’s because it’s us. We’ve been dancing around this thing for a longfucking time. Don’t think so hard, take your pleasure, I love watching you work.”
I snort. “Accurate.”
He grins, but it’s that soft, lazy one that makes me melt. Not a smirk. Not cocky. Just happy, and hell do I like making Cal happy.
I bite on my lip and then continue my descent. Settling between his thighs, I take a deep breath before wrapping my hand around him and stroking up his entire length. He’s warm and smooth beneath my fingers and already I feel a tingling between my legs. I miss the pressure of him between my thighs but can’t exactly address that yet.
“You needy, darling?”
Of course he didn’t miss that. It seems Cal never misses anything when it comes to me. I shake my head and focus on him. “I’m just—” I hesitate to admit the truth and then realize he’ll likely notice quickly since, unlike me, Cal isn’t inexperienced.
Cal pushes up slightly on his elbows and then with a single finger he lifts my chin so I’m unable to avoid his stare. “You’re just what?”
“I’ve never done this before. Could you maybe talk me through it?”
I expect Cal to beam. To gloat how he’s the first. But like everything else about tonight, he does the unexpected. His thumb slides across my chin and then with it he tugs open my lips. “Stick out your tongue.”
Forget butterflies or tingles, a fire works its way through my body and I gush between my thighs. Such simple direct words in that damn accent of his combined with the slight shake of his thumb against my bottom lip, and the way his blue eyes dilate. All of it. Every single act has me squirming.
I open my mouth and present him my tongue. Cal sucks in a breath. “You, Lola Caruso, are a gift.” With one hand he continues to hold my face, and with the other he reaches for my hand, slides his fingers between mine, and then guides himself into my mouth. “Now suck,” he says as his cock settles against my tongue. I suction my lips around him, hollowing out my cheeks, and do exactly as he says.
“Fuck,again,” he rasps.
It only takes a few seconds for me to adjust to the way I need to breathe through my nose and then he guides our hands up and down the base of his cock in rhythm with my mouth. Oh God, why is it so hot how he’s controlling us? How I can barely move without his direction. He bucks up and I gag when his crown hits the back of my throat and a feral growl leaves Cal’s mouth. “You’re so fucking sexy. Straddle that pussy over my thigh. I want to feel how wet you are right now.”
I should be embarrassed. I should stop this insanity. But I don’t. Like the wanton thing I’ve become when I’m with Callahan Murphy, I do as he says, straddling his thick thigh. He lifts up just a bit and the slight pressure does exactly as intended, rubbing right against my clit. I pant around his cock and like a complete hussy, ride his thigh while I suck him off.
“Yes, Lola, just like that baby, you’re so fucking wet.”
I am. I’m slipping and sliding against him and continuing to work his cock with both my mouth and my hands. More comfortable, I pop off his cock and then lick at his head, loving the way when I run my tongue over the knot beneath his crown he curses and finally his control snaps and he tugs on my hair and starts to really fuck my mouth. God, why is this so hot? I continue riding him and right as I’m about to come he warns me that he is as well. “It’s okay if you don’t want to swallow,” he warns, but I want to. I wanted to taste him and that’s what I’ll do. I hold onto his hips, keeping myself right there and when he realizes what I intend to do, he comes on a curse, stroking my cheek as I drink up every last drop of him. Then before I’ve even had a moment to breathe, he’s flipping us over and diving headfirst between my thighs. I crumble beneath the pillows and I couldn’t tell you how many times he makes me come. Only that I fall asleep with him inside me, and I love every second of it.
Chapter 24
Lola
