Page 57 of Bagging the Blueliner
Annoyed, I grumbled, “It would serve you right if I smothered you.”
“I’d like to see you try.” Cal’s voice was muffled as he pulled me further down.
Fuck. If he wanted to play, then it was game on. Relaxing my thighs, I stopped holding myself up and really sat on his face. Cal growled beneath me, flattening his tongue against my clit, inviting me to rock on it.
A moan slipped past my lips. My body gave in to its baser instincts, my hips jerking forward to gain more of the delicious friction it craved. I was getting into a good groove when Cal tightened his grip, lifting me away from his face.
Torn between being smug that he couldn’t handle my weight and disappointed that giving in to the challenge had caused him to stop, I bit back a whimper. “You talk a big game for a man who can’t deliver.”
One hand reached around to deliver a sharp smack to my ass. I yelped in surprise, but I didn’t hate it.
“I don’t start again untilyoustart talking.”
“Wait. You were serious about that?”
The opposite hand made sharp contact with my other ass cheek, evening out the stinging sensation. “Deadly. Get it all out. It’ll feel sooooo good when you do.”
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, forcing myself to say the words. “I hate how they make me feel. Like my life isn’t good enough because it’s not like theirs.”
“Keep going,” Cal growled before pulling me back down onto his face and flicking my clit until I moaned.
How was I supposed to form coherent thoughts when he had me like this? All I wanted was to forget tonight, not dredge it up.
Cal stopped again when I remained silent, and I grudgingly continued, “Why doesn’t my happiness matter? I shouldn’t have to shove my happiness aside so they can achieve it for themselves.”
My reward was two fingers shoved deep inside my pussy, rubbing against my front wall until I saw stars. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against his face.
Forcing myself to breathe, I took a few shallow breaths. “Why does everyone think they know what’s best for me? Why can’t I decide that for myself? It’s my life. Not theirs.”
Cal wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. Hard.
“They’re just salty they have boring, unfulfilling, married sex. They know I have hot sex with whomever I want, whenever I want.”
All thoughts flew out of my head when he pulled my clit between his teeth and tugged. My soul left my body, and I screamed as my release slammed into me.
Fuck me. It should be illegal how good he was at this.
On the verge of collapse, Cal eased me down his body until I was lying on top of him. Kissing my forehead, he asked, “Feel better?”
I hated to admit it, but I did. “Strangely, yes. Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
Blissed out, I laid in his arms for a while. That was until I noticed his erection pressing insistently against my belly. Reaching between us, I placed my hand over the bulge in his sweats. Cal groaned but didn’t make a move.
“Glad to see this issue resolved itself,” I mused with a smile. Yeah, he was never going to live down that voicemail. “A case of limp dick would really put a cramp in what we’ve got going on here. I was promised dick on demand.”
Cal’s chest vibrated against my face as he laughed. “Is that so?”
“Yes. I vividly recall some alpha-male speech demanding I stop playing games and to dial you up anytime I needed the D.”
“In retrospect, I should have negotiated better terms. It seems awfully one-sided, don’t you think? There needs to be a clause about pussy privileges,” he teased.
“I’ll call my lawyer in the morning. I’m sure we can hammer out a contract that’s amenable to both parties.”
“You’re something else. Do you know that?”
Lifting my head, I flashed him with a smile. “Oh, honey, I’meverything. And you’d do well to remember that.”
