Page 99 of To Have and to Stalk
“No, but?—”
He silenced me with another finger. His hands were so large that even two fingers made me full, stretched. My lips parted, and his eyes did that thing again where they crinkled the edges and burned like hot coals in my gut, as if I’d pleased him.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Your only job is to feel good.”
I went starry-eyed as he curled his fingers inside me, pressing against that perfect spot. A low growl hummed in his chest—like ifgoodgirlwas a sound.
“Tell me why you don’t want me to eat you out,” he said.
Nerves threatened to steal me away, but then he slid a third finger inside me.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think beyond beingsofull.
“My ex,” I gasped. “He didn’t like it.”
Something dark flickered across his face, but he wiped it away before I could name it.
“Doyoulike it?” he asked, voice lower, cragged and rough like a cliff face.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
Calder slowly slid his fingers out of me. “Will you let me try?”
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It was on the tip of my tongue to tell Calder no, but instead I found myself nodding.
“Okay, you can…you can try,” I said. “But I just… I told you I don’t come this way, so don’t take it personally.”
His eyes narrowed. “What did I say would happen if you stayed?”
“You’d, um, you’d ruin me,” I said. “Do what you wanted with me.”
“Right. WhateverIwant, and Iwantto taste you. You have no…” He broke off on a deep inhale, jaw tense, eyes darting to my pussy, before sliding back to my eyes. “But here’s what’s going to happen.” He slid a finger inside me and my thoughts shattered. “While I eat your perfect fucking pussy, you’re going to tell me what you were thinking taking those dirty photos.” His finger curled inside me. I gasped, arching and fisting the duvet.
“You’re going to tell me exactly what you’d hope your stalker would do to you and your pretty cunt.”
He slid out.
A moan slipped from my lips without consent at the absence.
Calder flashed me a grin as reward, then gripped my thighs, pushing my legs farther apart. My thighs weren’t tiny by any means, but his hands nearly encompassed the span of them.
My gut did a flip at that. At the way he held me and spread me wide, his thumbs digging into my thighs, flesh white at his grip. At the way he stared up at me from between my thighs, mouth hidden beneath my pussy, so I saw only his eyes.
I would never forget the look in his eyes. Dark. Hungry. The ice-white striations electric in his cobalt depths, like lightning flashing at night.
Then his gaze locked between my thighs, and he leaned forward, lips brushing my pussy.
I froze—memories of Graham bubbling up.
It’s disgusting, Shay. I don’t know what you want me to tell you.
