It’s Like That (4 page)

“I’m interested,” she blurted out before her brain could send a message to her tongue.

He smiled and squeezed her hand. “Good. Let’s finish eating and see what’s playing in the theater then. We don’t have to work this out now. We’ll work it out as we go. Just so you know though,” he lowered his voice even more, “I can’t wait until you make that face for me.”

He let go of her hand then, and continued eating as though they’d never stopped. She followed suit, but the rich, flavorful food was tasteless for the rest of the meal. She found out that he was twenty-nine years old, had just had a birthday in March, and was severely allergic to strawberries. She told him she was twenty-five, her birthday was in December, and she only suffered from seasonal allergies. When they were done with their meal, he ordered a desert called baklava, and fed her half of it from his fork. She gave a little moan on the last bite, and couldn’t help but notice that he reached beneath the table, presumably to adjust himself. Her heart thudded and raced with the knowledge he really was turned on by her.

She put up minimal protest when he paid the ticket, but secretly smiled because he had been such a gentleman. Well, except for the part where he told her he wanted to fuck her, but that moment would be forever etched in her memory, and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

* * * *

Chris was surprised by Callie’s movie choice. She’d chosen a slasher movie instead of one of the many girly chick flicks that were playing. He wasn’t going to complain, though. Maybe there would be scary parts and she would cuddle up with him. He grinned and rolled his eyes at the thought that he was nearly thirty years old, and his ideas about taking a girl to the theater were the same as when he was sixteen. He bought her a box of taffy and a drink and got himself a popcorn and water. They found their theater, and he was once again surprised when she chose the very last row to sit in. The rows were mostly empty, with only a few scattered people here and there. It was the ideal place and the perfect seats for a little necking. He felt juvenile even thinking it, but he wasn’t above faking a yawn and stretch to get his arm around her.

The previews started and he held out his popcorn to share. She took just a few and before she could lift them to her lips he caught her wrist.

She looked up at him, and even though he could barely make out her features in the dark, he knew she was confused. Without taking his eyes from hers, he lifted her fingers to his mouth and ate the popcorn, licking the butter from her fingers. Her gasp was audible, but he felt it more than heard it in the way her hand trembled and her arm stiffened. He took her fingers one at a time in his mouth and sucked them, running his tongue around them long after the butter was gone. His cock strained against the zipper of his slacks. He let her fingers go with a lingering lick, and grabbed a few pieces of popcorn and held them up to her mouth.

She hesitated but then opened her mouth to take the popcorn from his fingers. His gut clenched as her tongue swirled around his fingers, and the gentle suction caused his cock to twitch and, he suspected, release a drop of precum. She continued the swirling and sucking for a few moments before letting go, and he felt the loss of her warm mouth throughout his entire body. He draped one arm around her shoulders and tugged her gently toward him before dipping his head and catching her lips with his.

Jesus, she tastes sweet!
He moaned against her lips and felt her answering moan vibrate against his tongue a split second later. He coaxed her tongue into his mouth and held it between his teeth while he sucked on it. His free hand cupped her face, and he allowed it to trail down her neck, over her shoulder, and to her breast. Her nipple was beaded, and when she didn’t protest, he rubbed his thumb over it lightly before pinching it. She jumped in his arms and then relaxed again. He shifted to release the pressure on his aching cock and also to get closer to her. His popcorn crashed to the ground and jolted him back to reality.

“Fuck!” he muttered quietly. He pulled away with a lingering kiss and picked his popcorn back up. About half was left. He reached down and adjusted his cock with the thought that he would explode if he touched it too much. He was that close, just from a kiss. When he was reasonably comfortable again, he draped his arm across her shoulders and glanced at her. She was staring at his crotch, her eyes wide. He glanced down at the bulge and back at her. “Sorry,” he whispered.

She looked up at him, nodded, and muttered something he didn’t quite catch before returning her attention to the movie. He saw it, but didn’t watch it, and couldn’t have given even the briefest description of what happened when the credits rolled. They stood up to leave and she said, “Well, that was stupid.”

He assumed she was talking about the movie, and agreed with her for the sake of agreeing. He wasn’t capable of much else right then. His balls ached with a vengeance, so bad, in fact, that the ache traveled up to his stomach and felt like he’d just been kicked. Instead of snatching her into the nearest janitor’s closet, he put his arm around her waist and slowly walked to his truck. She made a few comments about the movie that he barely heard, and when he opened the door for her to climb into his truck, he stopped her.

“I can take you home now. Or I can take you to my place. If I take you home, I would really like to come in. If you don’t want me to, I’ll walk you to the door and call you tomorrow.” He stared at her, trying to communicate what he was feeling without words. “But I would
really
like to come in. Nothing has to happen that you’re not ready for.”

She nodded and glanced around. “Can I think about it?”

He stepped away, giving her room to get in the truck. “Of course.” He’d be an ass if he said otherwise, despite what his dick was telling him.

The twenty-minute ride back to her house was tense and silent. He drove slowly, which gave her time to decide what she wanted. When he stopped in front of her house and cut the ignition, he turned to her, waiting.

“Callie?”

She jumped, startled, and then took a deep breath. “Would you like to come in?”

“Fuck yeah.” He reached for the door handle, but her hand fluttered on his arm, halting him.

“I’m not ready for…you know…sex. But, I think we can have a drink and…” She stuttered to a stop, unsure how to ask for what she wanted.

He watched her for a moment before leaping out of the truck and running around to the other side. He opened the door and pulled her flush against him when she climbed out. “Make out? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

She blushed at his frank assessment and stared at his Adam’s apple. “Yeah,” she said quietly.

He smiled and took her hand to head for her door without remarking on her sudden shyness.

Callie fumbled with her keys and dropped them twice before he took them from her and unlocked the door. She stepped inside and felt a tug on her hand as he remained outside.

“Ask me again,” he whispered.

She nodded, understanding that he’d noticed her hesitation and wanted her to be sure. God, she’d never been more sure of anything in her life. “Come in,” she said, more firmly this time.

He hesitated only a moment before he pushed his way inside, slammed the door, and locked it. In an instant he had her pressed against the wall, his lips devouring hers, his tongue stroking wildly in her mouth. He pushed one leg between hers and used that leverage along with his hands beneath her ass to lift her up until it felt natural to wrap her legs around his hips. He leaned into her and she felt an unmistakable bulge press against her, in exactly the right spot. Her body, starved for attention for so long, took over and she began rubbing herself against that wonderful bulge. He grunted roughly into her mouth.

She untangled her legs for just a moment, prepared to kick her heels off, and he stopped her.

“Leave them on. Those fuck-me heels have been driving me insane all night. I want to see you in nothing except those shoes.” He kissed her again before saying, “With that anklet on too. That has got to be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Before she could respond, he turned with her and carried her to the couch, where he laid her down and sat back between her spread legs to just look at her. She had only a moment to marvel at his strength before his hands drove the thought from her mind.

She stifled the urge to tug her dress down and fidget. He pulled one knee up and, starting at the anklet, kissed his way up until he reached the hem of her dress. Occasional nips of his teeth added a sharp edge to her desire, and she soon became aware that she was wet, wetter than she’d ever been before. Uncomfortably wet. When he gently pushed the hem of her dress higher she cried out instinctively and reached out to stop him.

He looked up at her, a pleading look in his eyes. “Please let me make you come. I swear if you say stop, I’ll stop.”

She couldn’t think, couldn’t reason enough to remember why she should tell him no, and so she relaxed her hands and settled them on his shoulders. His eyes blazed with a triumphant light as he slid the hem to her waist.

“Fuck,” he whispered, making the word sound more like a prayer than profanity. She looked back down at him to see he was gazing at her panties, at the wet spot that was likely obvious. He slid down between her legs and buried his face against the wet fabric.

All thought ceased as his tongue teased her through the silk. If she’d been capable of thought, she would have been thankful she’d chosen a pair of panties that were marginally sexy instead of granny panties. She would also have been glad that she’d shaved just before he showed up, and trimmed her pubic hairs into a tiny landing strip. But she didn’t think any of that. At that moment she couldn’t concentrate on anything but the way his tongue felt sliding between the lips of her sex.

He jerked her panties down, but was too impatient to pull them all the way off. They ended up about halfway down her thighs, and prevented her from opening her legs any farther.

“You have a beautiful pussy, baby,” he murmured before burying his lips in her once more. His tongue traveled lightly between her lips and spread her open, only to plunge inside for a taste that was all too brief. He licked a trail upward until he found the hard bud of her clit. He circled it slowly, over and over, until she put her hands on his head and moved her hips to guide him.

He chuckled. “Patience, baby, patience. Let me make this good for you.”

It was already good for her, but she couldn’t string enough words together to tell him so.

When he used the flat of his tongue to give her clit a quick swipe, she wasn’t able to contain the moan that escaped her lips. He swiped again. “That’s right, baby, let me hear you.” Another swipe. “I want to make you scream for me.” More swipes and the quick little flicks, and his fingers separating her lips to push one inside. “You are so fucking tight, baby. When I finally get to make love to you, it’s going to feel so fucking good.” He withdrew his finger, only to push it back inside, establishing a slow, torturous rhythm.

And so he continued: flick, swipe, plunge, tease, until she was digging her nails into his head and begging him. She’d never begged a man before, had no idea she could be reduced to that.

“Oh, God, yes!” Her hips arched up into his mouth and she cried, “Please! Oh, God, please!”

“Chris, baby.” She could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “Not God. Just Chris.”

She complied with the unspoken request, and arched her hips as she said, “Chris, please!”

He continued the plunging of his finger, and added a second one. A deep groan escaped her throat at the additional fullness, and he said, “Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

She whimpered, unable to ask for what she wanted, even though she couldn’t remember ever needing anything this way. It felt more important, more desirable than air at that precise moment.

“Say it, Callie. Tell me to make you come. Ask me to eat your pussy until you come.” The rhythm of the movements of his fingers slowed until he was barely moving. “Say it, Callie!”

She whispered his name and then asked for what she needed.

“I can’t hear you when you whisper, baby. Tell me what you need.”

She moaned and arched her hips and finally said, “Chris, please eat my pussy until I come. Please, make me come!”

She wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard a growl before his lips lowered once more and his fingers resumed their strokes.

The tension built at an unbelievable speed and it seemed as though every cell in her body coalesced into the spot where his tongue and fingers were working. She exploded against his tongue with a cry, arching her hips and jerking her legs apart. She barely noticed her panties ripping as her legs spread open to give him better access. He worked her pussy, pumping his fingers into her and tonguing her clit until the spasms ebbed and she became too sensitive to stand the touch of his lips any longer. He gave her one last lick before pulling his fingers free and sitting back on his heels. She was blushing, she was certain of it, but the lassitude that spread through her body relaxed her to the point that she didn’t care. Her eyes met his and he lifted the two fingers he’d been driving into her to his mouth and licked them clean.

She
knew
she was blushing now, but couldn’t look away. He lowered his body over hers and buried his face in her neck, pressing soft kisses up and down the thrumming pulse in her throat. His hips ground into hers and he gave a tortured groan before propping himself up to look at her again.

“You taste amazing. You come even better. If I could do that every day of my life I’d die a happy man.” He grinned at her, strained. “Horny as hell, but happy.”

She ran her fingers lightly over his chin and down his chest. She considered only a moment before deciding to do something she’d never even considered doing after a single date.

“I might be able to help a little with the horny part.”

His eyes widened before he closed them and took a deep breath. He responded, “Callie, you don’t have to. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not turning it down. But I want you to do it because you want to. Not because you feel like you owe me.”