Page 121 of First-Time Caller
Ridiculous as it sounds.
“I don’t want it to be just about me.” She rocks her hips over me and her eyelashes flutter. I reach up with one hand and untangle the tie she has in her hair, dark brown waves cascading around her shoulders. She smiles at me and rocks her hips again. “I want you to take what you need too.”
Take.
That word has every muscle in my body tightening. I certainly want to take where Lucie is concerned. I soften my hands from where they’re clenched in her hair and curl my hands around her ribs instead, telling myself to calm down. But breathing consistently in and out feels like a problem and my whole body feels like it’s vibrating. Like I’m still in the cab of the tow truck, engine rumbling beneath me until I can feel it in my teeth.Take, take, take.
“Kiss me again,” I demand, rougher than I’d like. Maybe if she’s the one in control, I can loop my hands around some of the urgency making me tremble beneath her. I hold myself still as she drops her mouth to mine, her hair a dark curtain around our faces. I try to cut the fierce ache burning through my chest in fractions, but then she licks her way into my mouth and another strand of my control snaps under the pressure.
“Please,” she whispers, somewhere against my throat. I have to suck in a lungful of air through my teeth. “I want—”
“I want it too,” I tell her, finally giving in to the relentless pull in the middle of my chest and grabbing a fistful of her hair. I angle her head back, lick a hot stripe up her throat, and suck at her earlobe. She wiggles in my lap and I push up with my hips.
“The other night, when we were in the closet, you were . . .” She shifts her hips again and I groan out a sound that would be embarrassing if I still possessed the capacity to feel that particular emotion. “It’s never been like that for me.”
“Like what?” I grip her hips and tip her backward until she’s splayed out across the cushions on my floor, both of her arms above her head. She stretches her body like a cat and my mouth goes dry.
“Desperate,” she says, a hiccup of a gasp. “Needy. You touched me like you didn’t care what I thought and I—I liked it.”
I groan. In that closet, I was barely holding myself together. I was rougher with her than I should have been. “Don’t tell me that.”
“What?”
“Don’t tell me you liked it when I bossed you around.”
“You did say you were bossy.” Her laugh is breathless and I trace the waistband of her jeans until my thumb finds the small metal button. I flick it open and get a glimpse of gray cotton. If she wants me to be bossy, I can do that. I can be anything she wants me to be.
“Take off your pants,” I tell her, slipping my hand down the front of her pants and tracing the tiny triangle of material. I can feel how hot she is through the thin material. How wet. I fist my other hand in the waistband and tug, impatience roaring through me. “Lift your hips, Lucie.”
She obeys without another word, helping me shimmy the material down her long legs. She’s all smooth, pale skin, a bruise on her knee that I drop a quick kiss to before crawling between her thighs.
“Wider,” I rasp, tapping at her bare hip. I can’t stop looking at the cut of material across her bare skin. The tiny damp spot at the front. “Make room for me.”
She tips her knees wider and I drop a kiss to her belly button in reward. She sucks in a sharp breath and I slip my thumbs beneath the thin straps at her hips.
“I want you to watch me, yeah?” I tug her underwear down until it’s dangling off one knee, just out of the way enough for me to get where I want. I’m too impatient to arrange her any other way. “Watch me make you come.”
Her teeth clamp down on her bottom lip and she gives me a nod, fingers twisting through her hair. I want those hands in mine instead, tugging me the way she likes, guiding me, but there’s time for that. With this, I can be patient.
I like it better when I am.
She makes a soft sound when I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Another when I drop my mouth to her cunt and lick a hot stripe against her. I tangle my fingers in the material of her underwear and yank her thigh wider, a groan in the back of my throat when her taste explodes across my tongue. She tastes so fucking good. I might stay here all night. See how many times I can make her come with my mouth and fingers. Figure out every way she likes it. Burn myself into her the way she’s burned into me. I might not be good at the other stuff, but I can be good at this.
My head dips as I kiss her again, kissing her clit like I would her mouth, long, slow licks that have her legs shaking on either side of my ears. She makes another bitten-off sound and when I glance up her body, her shirt is gone, tossed off to the other side of the room with the sheets and her pants. She’s wearing a sturdy, utilitarian-type bra, but I can see the hard points of her nipples through the material. The swell of her tits over the top.
“Fuck,” I mumble, reaching down and adjusting myself in my jeans, imagining what we must look like in the middle of my living room floor. Lucie spread out across my couch cushions in just her bra. Me, fully clothed with my mouth working between her legs.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her. “Let me watch while I lick you.”
Her groan is wild and loud this time, her hands immediately rushing to obey. I expect her to touch herself over the material, but she slips her hands beneath the band instead, her fingers pinching at her nipples beneath the cotton. Her breath explodes out of her in a rush.
“Aiden,” she whines.
“That’s right.” I press my mouth against her again, messier this time. Rougher. Her hips roll into me and I let her set the pace while I work at her with my tongue. I let her take what she needs from me, grinding my hips down into the cushions in a rhythm to match, aching to find relief. Next time, I want her above me. Knees on either side of my head. Pressing me down into the cushions while she rides my face. Or maybe bent over the side of the couch. My hands holding her wide, eating her from behind.
She comes with a groan and I chase her through it, not letting her close her legs, urging them open again, pressing her down in the cushions while I wring every ounce of pleasure from her. A broken sob falls out of her mouth as her orgasm twists into something sharper, heavier, the back of her hand pressed over her eyes, agonized delight etched in the lines of her face.
I press one last gentle kiss to her clit when her tremors ease, then press up on my knees, staring down at her.
