Birthday List (2 page)

Just the thought of her ex had him
steaming. It was bad enough Josh had been a liar and had used
Callie for his own reasons, for his fucking image, but he’d also
managed to strip her of all her confidence. Eric had done
everything he could to make her feel comfortable in her own skin
again, but clearly the doubts still remained. He hated it. His
Callie, sprawled invitingly across the dining room table, was the
best surprise he'd ever received. He didn't want her to ever
question that.

He walked the remaining steps to the
table, grabbing the beer from her hands and deposited the slippery
bottle on the surface beside her. He leaned over, dropping his lips
to hers. He enveloped her mouth, sucking in her lower lip and
nipping at the fleshy lobe. She moaned beneath him, arching her
back, eating at his mouth with equal ferocity.

He looked at her, his breath ragged
and his heart pounding – how could she not see how gorgeous she
was? How much he loved her? It must be written all over his face.
He tried to fill his gaze with as much love and admiration as he
felt. He hoped she knew how much he loved her. He loved her more
than anything in this world. He loved everything she did,
especially naked. And he’d do anything for her in return. Hell,
he'd let her paint his toes if it made her smile.

"It’s a great surprise baby." He
smiled down at her, scanning her body from eyebrows to toes in
hungry appreciation. His mouth watered, gazing down at the food
decorated body. "It’s just… not what I was… expecting. I was
thinking of something… more… romantic – like shrimp or chocolate
covered strawberries. Not the type of snacks we eat watching
football."

"You’re allergic to shellfish, and you
hate chocolate covered strawberries. You said it’s a waste of
chocolate. I wanted to use foods you like – not ones I like." She
winked up at him. “You’re the one who’s going to be eating them,
not me.”

He smiled down at her and a deep
rumbling growl crawled up through his chest. His vision a touch
cloudy. "I never thought of it like that."

"Besides I like watching football with
you." She licked her lips deliberately, her eyes shining with
glee.

He moaned, his cock transforming into
a wooden pole in his pants. His nuts pulled up in anticipation. Her
eyes dropped to his crotch and she smiled when she spied the large
bulge her comment created. “Appears you do too?”

Visions of last Sunday flashed before
his eyes, Callie kneeling between his legs, his cock thrust between
her lips. Her wicked mouth sucked him up and down until he couldn't
focus on the game any longer. That was the best bet he’d ever made.
Thank God the Giants had pulled out that touchdown in the ten
minutes before half time. Not that it would have been bad to lose.
Spending the third quarter buried between Callie's legs wouldn't
have been a horrible way to pass the time either.

He leaned down and licked her left
nipple. Callie moaned and thrust her breast higher. Her hands
flopped against the table as she attempted to reach for him, the
licorice holding them still bound.

"Mmm."
That’s where the delectable barbeque smell was coming
from
. She had daubed both of her nipples,
from the looks of it, with barbeque sauce. He licked his lips, his
eyes fastened on the tight little barbeque covered points. "I do
love ribs." He smiled before dipping to suck at her nipples and
sliding his hands around her ribs.

Beneath his mouth Callie moaned,
squirming across the table. The onion ring encircling her right
breast scraped against his chin and the space between his lips and
nose. He continued to suck her around the scratching, rolling her
nipple between his lips.

"Eric," she moaned, her voice breathy
and desperate.

He loved it when she sounded like
that. Like she was seconds away from coming. And even more, he
loved playing with her, holding her right there on that edge for
hours. His Callie. Completely at his mercy.

"What babe?" He whispered against her
nipple, using the flat of his tongue to swipe the point one more
time. "I'm just enjoying my snack."

She let out a desperate moan, which
only made him want to torture her more. She clamped her thighs
together. The cake shook and shivered from her movements, dancing
above her pussy.

He wrapped his mouth around her
breast, using his teeth to pull the onion ring up and into his
mouth. Deliberately grazing her sensitive skin with the crispy
coating as he did so. "Delicious." He chewed the beer batter and
onion, the taste of Callie on his lips an extra bonus.

Eric leaned across the table, reaching
for her other breast, and repeated the same movements. He licked
the barbeque sauce off in long luscious swipes, until she pleaded
for him to never stop. Sweat dampened her skin, glistening in the
valley between her breasts. She shivered and shifted towards him.
The pretzels marching down her stomach remained planted, glued in
line by her sweat.

He pulled back, meeting her eyes. Her
lips were swollen from her teeth and his kisses. Her fiery hair
tangled around her face, her eyes glassy and dark.

"You're right, baby. This was a much
better idea than chocolate or whipped cream." He stooped down,
plucking one of the twisted treats from her stomach. He licked and
kissed her skin as he pulled the snack into his mouth. "There’s
only so many sweets one can eat. But pretzels,” he moved an inch
further down her body, sucking up another snack just above her
navel. She moaned as his tongue darted into the sensitive dip of
her belly button. "…I can eat them all day long."

"I know," she moaned, thrusting her
hips towards his mouth. He scooped up another pretzel, nipping on
her stomach an inch from her where his birthday cake sat covering
the best treat of all.

"But they are making me pretty
thirst." He stood up and she released a desperate whine.

He picked up the bottle of beer beside
her and took a long deep swig. The bottle was sweaty and cold. The
foamy liquid slid down his throat, washing away the remaining
pretzel bits from his mouth. But he didn’t taste any of it with
Callie’s hungry eyes fastened on him. Watching him with more
interest than the starting kickoff of the super bowl. As if nothing
else existed.

He smiled, a wicked idea forming in
his mind. "This is good beer, but I can think of a way to make it
better."

Callie watched as he tipped the bottle
and poured a third of it across her stomach. She let out a hiss as
the cool liquid splattered against her heated skin. He bent over
her, running his tongue along her belly and sucking up some of the
frothy brew. The earthy taste of malt, hops and Callie mingled in
his mouth. His lips ran across the slight ridges of her abdomen,
and she squealed when he sucked the liquid from the indent of her
navel.

“I do
n’t know which is
making me drunker, the beer or you.”

Callie laughed, the sound quickly
turned into a moan as his tongue swiped the skin of her tummy, from
one hipbone to the other. His nose close enough to smell the need
wafting from her pussy. The taste of beer and sugary frosting
swirled together across his taste buds, along with the tangy sweet
flavor that was Callie. Eric fought the urge to moan, his cock an
iron rod between his legs and his balls two aching hard
stones.

"Now I'm ready for a little dessert."
He smiled, heading back towards the cake. Licking a dollop of
frosting from her stomach, he slowly crept down her body, inching
closer and closer to her cunt. Callie was sweet enough on her own.
She had the most delicious pussy he'd ever tasted. The frosting
only made her sweeter.

He lifted the cake and deposited it on
the empty plate next to her. No doubt the same plate it had
originally come from, the edges still smeared with yellow frosting.
Spreading her legs wide, he moved between them. "Oh baby," and this
time he did moan in shock. "You shaved!" He stared down at her
naked pussy, barely concealed by smeared buttercream.

She nodded. "I didn't want to get hair
in your cake."

His entire body roared to life, his
blood boiling and his brain short circuiting. Callie had shaved all
the hair from her pussy, leaving him a nice clean surface to enjoy.
He growled at her, suddenly ravenous.

Wrapping his hands around her thighs,
he pulled her to the edge of the table. Slowly, he licked along her
now smooth pussy lips, enjoying the shivers his touch created,
interlaced with vanilla and sugar.

“Oh God!” She screamed. Her hips
jerked, but he held her tightly in place.

“Does that feel good baby?” He opened
his eyes, deliberately meeting her forest gaze. Her puffy lips fell
open in surprise.

“So good,” she responded on another
moan. “It’s so sensitive. I can feel every little brush and breath
down there.”

Eric smiled, deliberately letting out
a deep exhale across her sensitive bare flesh, the contractions of
her thigh muscles satisfying against his palms. “Maybe you’ll have
to keep it this way for a while.” He ran his fingers down her slit,
pulling back three sopping digits.

Callie smiled over at him. “Maybe if
you’re a good boy, I will.”

He laughed, bending lower to lick her
pussy, slow and deliberate. Her hips arched up, following the touch
of his tongue. “I’m always a good boy.”

“Show me.” One scarlet brow rose in
challenge.

“With pleasure.” He dropped his head
between her legs, thrusting his tongue between her soft bare
lips.

She screamed out, her body flailing
along the tabletop as he found her clit and sucked it between his
lips. She tasted of vanilla and sugar from the frosting, and the
exotic sweetness that was pure Callie. Even if he ate her out every
night – which he pretty much did – he’d never get enough of
her.

He nudged a finger into her, curling
it to find the right spot deep inside her. She screamed, her pussy
convulsing on his finger. Her thighs tightened around his head,
holding him close. In their time together, he’d learned all the
secret places of her body that made her squirm and shake, and he
enjoyed using that knowledge to his advantage.

She lifted her arms off the table,
trying to reach for him, but the red licorice rope still held her.
She gave a groan of frustration as he continued to stroke inside
her, his mouth fixed on her clit, sucking through each ripple of
her sex.

As she raced toward climax, she gave
up her struggles, dropping her hands back to the table. She moaned,
her hips arching up to ride against his mouth. He sucked harder,
pushing her over the peak.

Finally she sank back, exhausted and
replete. He eased from her thighs, licking the last trace of her
sweetness from his sticky lips. A dazed expression covered her
face, a small satisfied smile turned up the corners of her lips.
Her chest rose and sank with her deep breaths, her breasts bobbing
with the movement. His cock throbbed. Watching Callie come was the
sexiest thing he’d ever seen. It didn’t matter how many times he
witnessed her beauty, it never lost its effect.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered and she
smiled.

His cock throbbed and his balls ached
– needing to be inside her – now. Making her come once wasn’t
anywhere near enough. He needed to watch her scale that peak again
– this time around his dick. “Now it’s my turn.”

Standing, he stripped out of his
clothes, throwing his tee-shirt to the floor without caring where
it fell. He unhooked his belt and unfastened his pants as he toed
out of his shoes, needing to be naked as quickly as possible. One
more second separated from Callie’s naked body was far too
long.

He tossed his pants, boxers and socks
behind him. Returning to the table, he pulled Callie to the edge,
gripping her thighs and spreading her wide. Her sweet pink pussy
gleamed with moisture. Her eyes looked up at him glassy with
unabashed lust. Her entire body still flushed a deep red from her
previous orgasm. Like all redheads she could go from soft white to
deep red with only a little coaxing. There was nothing he loved
more than turning her redder than a strawberry.

He smoothed his fingers
down her leg, loving the little mewling sounds that escaped her
lips at his touch. Her muscles still twitched beneath his
attention. God, he loved her. This was
his
woman. The woman he’d waited
three achingly long years for.

But it had all been worth it. She was
his now, and he didn’t plan to ever let her go.

Spreading her thighs wide, he wrapped
her legs around his hips. With one smooth lunge, he thrust into her
hard and deep. She screamed out, her dripping pussy accommodating
his length and girth. He groaned in turn as she rippled around him,
clenching his cock so hard he couldn’t see. He took three deep
breaths to stave off the desperate burn to come at the first touch
of her. It would be so easy to pour himself inside her. But it
would be so much sweeter if they came together. The two of them,
limbs entwined, moaning and shivering around each other.

“I need to touch you,” she cried,
moisture blurring the edges of her eyes, and tugging at his
heart.