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A wave of pressure roils through me as he moves us to the fur rug on the floor and peels my shirt off before slowly unzipping my boots with dark, sinful eyes. He leaves my long socks andpanties on as he kisses and nips and praises every exposed part of me, murmuringfuckandbeautifulandso damn sexyagainst all my flesh.
When he’s had his fill, he finally slides his fingers over the damp fabric of my panties, teasing my center. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”
I whimper and close my eyes as he strokes my clit over the material, my fingers gripping his shirt as I try to control the lust shooting through my body. I knew I was wet. I felt it happening during the drive up the mountain. But the minute he sat on that sofa with me, basking me in his scent and heat and sex appeal... I was done for.
“I have to taste you,” he growls and shifts downward, yanking my panties to the side before pressing his mouth to my sex.
I moan as his tongue licks and sucks my clit, stirring me up into a frenzy that I didn’t know could get worse than it already was. I thread my hands through his hair as he grips my ass, pulling me into his face as he devours me like a bowl of ice cream. My release feels close, and it’s as if Calder can tell, because he stops, pulling away just when I need him most.
With a wicked look in his eyes, he strips out of his own clothes and wraps himself in a condom, kneeling between my legs as I struggle to see straight.
His tip nudges my center. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast now. You good with that?”
I nod again, unable to form words as my insides cry for release. I want an orgasm more than I want my next breath. And with that, Calder grips my hips and slams into me, lighting my entire body on fire.
I cry out, my voice guttural as I grip his arms, my body convulsing at the swift intrusion, while also welcoming it, pulling him into me to never let go.
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling out and thrusting back into me. “You feel so fucking good.”
I whimper as he pumps into me, my heart racing faster with each thrust of his hips, my nipples aching as my insides clench with the crest of my almost forgotten orgasm. He grinds against my clit with every deep drive, and it’s the most tantalizing spark of pleasure every time.
Finally, he pauses his rapid pace, allowing me a second to catch my breath. He leans back, and I look down to see his fingers at my center, and when he runs his thumb punishingly over my clit I cry out, my orgasm ripped from me before I even realize what’s happening.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Scream as loud as you want. No one to hear you up here.”
He resumes his thrusts, and the orgasm suspends me into a state of ecstasy as he drags out the sensation, so it feels like a never-ending climax. Like toppling down a hill that goes on forever.
My heels dig into his back as I hold on for dear life, marveling over how good this is and how good he makes me feel. What a gift. And of all the men on this planet to possess this ability, I never would have guessed that man to be Calder Fletcher.
Chapter 27
Cat-O’-Nine-Tails for the Cat Daddy
Calder
“Where are you off to?” my mom asks as I step out of the guest bathroom located on the main level of her house in Boulder.
I finish buttoning up my flannel, wincing like I’ve been caught red-handed. She wasn’t here when I arrived after work, and I was hoping to duck in and out without being noticed. Tonight is not my night, I guess.
I often stop at my mom’s for a shower after work if I need to stay in town for something, so she’s used to me letting myself in. But she’s not used to me stopping by for a shower before a date... so to speak.
Not that tonight is a date with Dakota. We’re just going shopping.
Sex toy shopping to be more specific.
I’m not highly experienced when it comes to sex toys, but I’ve seen plenty of items at the sex club in the random times I’ve been there throughout the years. Vibes, dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, nipple clamps... you see all types of things at Lexon.
What will be the most interesting part of today is discovering what Dakota goes for. I feel like the type of sex toy a person picks out says a lot about their character. And for some reason I still can’t fully comprehend, I’m enjoying learning more about Dakota.
The other night at my place was hot. She understood the assignment for spontaneous sex, and I was all too willing to help her check that task off her list. I can see her confidence growing the more time we spend together. Or maybe I should say I can see her confidence returning. She’s always been confident. I think she just lost sight of it when things took a turn with Randal.
None of this shit is something I should be thinking about in front of my mother.
“Just going out for drinks,” I reply gruffly as I roll up the sleeves of my shirt.
“With Dakota?”
My brows shoot to my hairline. “What makes you say that?”
