Page 53 of Tattoo My Heart
My voice comes out shaky. I would laugh at the look on his face if I wasn’t turned on and slightly embarrassed.
“I don’t get it. What body? Your body?”
Cal’s eyes go up and down the length of my body while scratching at his head in complete confusion.
“A bodysuit,” I try again. “It closes in between my legs,” I continue when I see that I’m not getting anywhere with this.
However, this time, I have his attention. His eyes zero in on my crotch area. My breath catches in the back of my throat.
I about melt at his feet when the corner of his mouth lifts in the beginning of a smirk.
“So,” he starts. “What you’re saying here is that I have to get into your pants to get to your tits?”
Well, when he puts it that way… I bust out laughing.
“Why do you have to be so crass, Cal?” I shove at his massive shoulders.
He takes me completely by surprise when he sticks a finger under the waistband of my jeans, running it back and forth, bringing me closer with each slide of it.
“You should’ve said that from the beginning, Evie,” he teases. “I am better at getting into a pair of pants than you think.”
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes to the ceiling, I decide to turn the tables on him. I reach out and copy his move. My index finger goes inside his jeans, sliding the pad back and forth right around where the top button is.
“Same here, Cal,” I inform him.
I try to sound a lot more confident than I feel, but he has my number. I see it on his face when he gives me a knowing look. I can’t claim to have much experience since he already knows he was my first only two days ago. I can, however, bluff my way through this mess.
“Hmmm…” He licks at his full bottom lip, making me want to reach up there and bite it. “Tell me more, Queen Evie.”
My eyebrows go up in surprise, “What queen?”
“If I remember correctly…” He yanks at my jeans and the front of my body falls into his, with my own hand firmly attached to the front of his pants. “You were bragging about being the queen of blowjobs.” He lowers himself until our faces are at eye level and our lips are almost touching. “But I’m not sure you deserve the title.”
I roll my eyes at him even though my heart is beating out of my chest. And, truth be told, my experience in that department is lame as hell.
I tried it once with this guy I was seeing in high school. I gagged and threw up on him. He ran out of my dorm room, and I never saw him again. I never tried it after that. The end.
That whole thing, plus my big mouth, figuratively speaking, has brought me to the current situation.
“Is this a dare?”
I put all the sass I am capable of in that one sentence, praying that he’ll buy it. Because, truth be told, I am scared to death. What have I gotten myself into with Cal?
As if he can read my mind, I see understanding and quite possibly a little pity in his eyes.
“I’m only teasing you, baby.” He leans forward to press his lips to mine. “I would never ask you to…”
The more he talks, the more agitated I get. I refuse to leave things like this. He wants a blowjob? I’ll show him how it’s done.
Without another word, I press my hands to his chest. Not hard, because I do love the way he kisses, but enough so that he would take a step back.
“Something tells me,” I say, trying my hardest to sound seductive, “that you are not taking my skills seriously, Cal Prentice.”
I yank at his jeans until they are undone, right before I drop to my knees at his feet. This is one position I never imagined myself in.
“Baby,” he whispers. The sound is barely audible over my own heavy breathing. I feel like what is happening is monumental. I can only hope that once I get back to my senses, I won’t regret it.
My face is now at eye level with his crotch area. I am moving much slower when I lower his zipper, my breathing coming out heavier the more I expose of him. I am almost disappointed when I see the stretchy cotton of his underpants.
