Page 215 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

You told the girls that nothing was going to happen tonight, a little voice whispers, but I shove it aside in favor of enjoying what Calvin is doing.

“Been fucking dying for this.” He groans beneath me, the vibrations of his deep voice adding to the pleasure.

“Oh God,” I whimper.

“You’re soaking my face, darlin’.”

Fire licks through my body as my face and chest heat at his filthy words.

“You really did miss me, huh?”

I nod, my mouth opening to respond, but no words break free; I’m too lost to the building orgasm.

He works me so perfectly and has me teetering on the edge in record time.

“Calvin,” I whimper, dropping one hand, twisting my fingers in his hair until it probably hurts. He doesn’t complain, though; if anything, he only gets hungrier.

“So fucking hard for you right now.”

I look back and discover he’s right. His sweats are tented. My mouth waters, and my grip on both him and the headboard tightens with my need to reach for him, to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel right now.

The thought of getting on my knees for him, taking him in my mouth and tasting him, is the final push I need. He sucks on my clit once more, and I go flying off the edge. Lights flash behind my eyes as pleasure floods my limbs. I tremble and convulse, but Calvin holds me up, working me through it to ensure I feel every single second of the pleasure.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, slumping against the headboard.

I lift up, allowing him to breathe, and my eyes widen when I see just how wet his face is.

Oh my god.

“Anyone would think you’ve been thinking about me doing that to you,” he remarks before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

My cheeks burn, and his smirk grows.

My fantasies might not have been exactly what we just did, but they always, always involve him.

“My dirty girl,” he muses as I finally find the strength to move and shimmy back down his body. “Hi,” he rasps as I lower my face above his.

I don’t respond. Words aren’t necessary. Instead, I crash my lips to his. The second his tongue sneaks out, stroking mine, I taste myself on him.

His hands are everywhere as we kiss, and before long, I can’t help but grind down on his thick length again.

“Hungry girl.” He groans into our kiss.

“Your turn,” I rasp before working my way down his body.

His eyes stay locked on me as I kiss my way down his chest, circling the flat discs of his nipples before tracking every single indentation of his abs with the tip of my tongue.

“Sienna.” He groans when I work my way down the deep V line that sinks beneath the waistband of his boxers.

His fingers twist in my hair, but despite his obvious desperation, he never forces me lower; he just lets me take my time.

Reaching out, I stroke him over his sweats. The second I make contact with his solid length, his hips jump from the bed.

“Fuck, yes.” He groans.

I have no doubt that if I were to continue like this, I could probably make him blow in his pants. But as hot as that is, I want more.

He hisses when I release him, but the second I tuck my fingers beneath the waistband of his sweats, his eyes flash with delight.