Page 119 of To Have and to Stalk
My eyes fluttered open, trying to read words that became ancient hieroglyphics as I got my ass and pussy fucked in public.
Tension coiled in my limbs, iron hot, ready to snap.
I was soclose?—
Calder stopped and slid out of me.
I couldn’t register what was happening. Mind fragmented. A computer program cut off in the middle of a download. Corrupted.
Absolutelyaching.
Calder readjusted my skirt over my ass, palming the curve of me, down between my thighs.
He groaned against my neck. “You’re dripping down to your knees.” As if to punctuate his words, he smeared the wetness on the inside of my thighs.
“Why did you stop?” I whined.
Calder spun me around, a devilish arch to his brow. “Did you find a book?”
Before I could answer, Calder pushed his finger into my mouth, shoving the taste of me down my throat.
I swallowed his fingers greedily.
His eyelids drooped, and he slowly pulled his finger out. His hand came above my head, his other to my hip. And we stayed like that. Breathing one breath.
Calder kissed me lightly. Then with a deep inhale, he stood back. He brushed the hair out of my face, adjusted my top, and double-checked my skirt.
He made sure I was all put together after he’d split me apart.
Then he grabbed the stack of books I’d chosen and pressed a hand to my lower back. “Come on, Maniac.”
Calder carried the books to the counter.
I was dazed.
Flushed.
Aching.
Could barely think. I watched Calder hand his credit card to the employee, making small talk about the lack of snow we’d had, as if he hadn’t just brought me to the edge of insanity.
Like I wasn’t dripping.
The cashier placed the books into a few bags, and then Calder’s hand found my lower back again, ushering me outside.
I felt like when I took an edible. The world was fuzzy at the edges. The sky soft. My blood made of marshmallow fluff.
Calder pressed me against his car, grazing his knuckles down my face. “You get the hottest flush on your cheeks.”
He kissed me, closemouthed but crushing. Growling a little against my lips, before pulling away and opening my door.
On the way back, I stole glances at Calder. His profile was illumined in shadow by a blood-orange sunset. An aquiline, slightly crooked nose. Sharp cheekbones resting atop a sharper jaw.
My mind conjured up Calder’s alter ego, Void. I traveled back to the last time we’d met, his gloves inside me. Then I went further back, to our very first meeting.
“What’s up?” Calder asked, and I realized we’d come to a stop outside my apartment. Idling.
“What? Nothing.”
