Page 75 of Screwed
He crouched behind her and opened his mouth on the small of her back in a long kiss, then rubbed his stubbled jaw there. An insistent ache built between her thighs. She pushed the dress down her arms, and Cash helped it all the way down to her feet. She went to turn, but he stopped her, his hands on her hips, his mouth feathering kisses over her low back, then even lower, below the string of her thong panties. He cupped her ass, nibbled and kissed. His fingertips teased the crease where cheek met thigh. A moan leaked from her lips as his touch had heat washing through her body.
A dreamy, floaty feeling made her knees wobble. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure as he continued to stroke her, fingertips dipping between her thighs, so close to where she ached to be touched. Then he rose slowly, kissing his way back up. When he placed his lips on top of her shoulder, he unfastened her strapless bra, then reached around her to pluck it away and toss it aside. His hands cupped her breasts from behind.
“Such pretty tits.” He gave a gentle squeeze. “Soft.” He massaged them.
She leaned her head against him and arched her back, tingles spreading over her skin. He pinched her nipples, pulled them out, and gently rolled them. Liquid heat settled low inside her. His tongue ran up the side of her neck, and he caught her earlobe in his lips and tugged. Ripples of exquisite pleasure ran through her.
“So hot, darlin’. So pretty. And you smell amazing.” He took a deep breath, squeezing her breasts again.
She could hardly breathe, her heart was beating so fast, her body electrified. “You’re good at this,” she managed to say.
“Mmm. I like this.” One hand slid down her abdomen, excruciatingly slowly, fingertips lingering at her belly button, then going lower, cupping her through her sheer lace panties. “Hot.” He rubbed over the lace. “I can feel how wet you are right through your panties.” His voice had gone dark and thick.
Her eyes closed, and her pelvis pushed into his touch. His body was hard against her back, including his cock.
“You want my hand between your legs?”
“Mmm.”
“I thought so.” He sucked the skin on the side of her neck and slid his fingers between her thighs.
She pulsed against his hand as he stimulated her with gentle pressure. His arms tightened as her body began to shake, her hips moving, hot pinpoints of sensation building inside her. God…she didn’t want to come already, but she couldn’t stop it. She went over, shuddering in his arms, a cry spilling from her lips as pleasure ripped through her. “Oh God, Cash.”
He kissed her shoulder again, holding her tight, her legs so weak and shaky she likely would have fallen if not for him. “Beautiful, darlin’.”
He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, then laid her down on it carefully. She was trembling and limp as she watched him get rid of his pants, boxers, and socks with quick movements.
When he kneeled on the bed beside her, she reached for him, curling her fingers around his jutting cock. He groaned.
She watched herself slide her hand up and down. “God, you’re beautiful,” she whispered. “Thick. Pulsing in my hand.” She brushed her thumb over the wet tip. “I want to suck you.”
“Ah, Christ.” He moved closer on his knees, reaching for her face. She turned her head and drew his cock to her mouth. She licked over the smooth head, swirled her tongue around and around, lower and lower. Her hand slicked up the moisture from her mouth and continued to jack him as she opened her mouth wider and took him inside.
One hand tightened in her hair, and he braced the other hand on the headboard. His hips moved as he gently pushed into her mouth. “Christ, that feels good…your hot little mouth on my dick…and watching you…” She lifted her gaze to meet his, his eyes blazing and focused, his jaw tight, his lips firm. The intimacy of locking eyes while she sucked him had more heat sliding between her thighs. God, she could come again, just from this.
“Okay, darlin’…we have to stop…”
She gave a little shake of her head, not releasing him, continuing to slide her lips up and down.
“Callie…Christ…is that what you want? Me coming in your mouth?”
Her answer was a small movement of her chin and a flutter of her eyelashes. She reached between his thighs for his balls and cupped them. Their round fullness filled her palm, and she gently squeezed.
“Ah fuck.” His balls contracted, his thighs shook, and he let out a long, low groan as he spilled liquid onto her tongue. She took it all, swallowing, sucking, and when he went still, tenderly licking.
“Fuck me,” he gasped. “Callie. Beautiful girl. Hot fucking girl. You’re amazing.”
Still holding him in her hand, she pulled back and smiled, her lips tight and her jaw aching. But she loved it. Warmth spread from her chest through her body as Cash collapsed on the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms.
This was…she had no words. She’d never experienced things this intensely with any other man. This was something special.
Yes, there were things keeping them apart. In her delicious languor and satisfaction, she started to hope that maybe there was some way they could be together…not just for a night (or several) of hot sex…but for more. Because she was falling in love with Cash.
Chapter Seventeen
Business picked up again over the next couple of weeks. Callie’d actually gotten a few referrals from Interlude after the birthday party. So once again, she was thankful to Cash for giving her that chance. With her website now up and running, and keeping active on Facebook and Instagram with pictures of her baked goods, she was attracting more and more clients.
Now here she was, in Rice Village, in front of the empty building that used to be a coffee shop.
