Getting Schooled (Getting Some #1)(55)

I walk us back until Callie’s pressed up beside her door—wedged between the wall and my hard place.

I kiss her mouth, her neck, down between her tits, sinking to my knees in front of her. She plays with my wet hair as I pull those tiny shorts down her legs, revealing even teenier white bikini panties underneath. Fuck me, cotton on Callie is just as sexy as leather or lace—possibly sexier. I brush my nose against her cunt, over her panties, feeling her heat, getting dizzy—high—off the scent of her.

Then I slide those panties down her legs too—leaving her bare except for that neat, blond patch between her legs.

Callie looks down, watching me, her lids heavy and her chest panting.

I lift her leg and put it over my shoulder—opening her up for me. And then I lean in and lick her slow and firm and deliberate, just like I was thinking about . . . dreaming about all night. I stroke her with my tongue, up and down, unhurried, taking my time. I fucking love the taste of her. I love the smooth, soft, wet feel of her against my tongue. I love all her sounds, her breaths, every move she makes—especially when she’s like this—hot and begging and squirming for my touch.

I go in for another lick—deeper this time, sliding between her plump, juicy lips. Fucking delicious. Callie’s head lolls back against the wall, eyes rolling closed, moaning too loud above me.

I tsk at her, teasing, because I can be a real bastard sometimes.

“You have to be quiet, sweetheart.” I flick Callie’s clit with the tip of my tongue. “I’ll have to stop if you’re not quiet. Do you want me to have to stop?”

She whimpers, shaking her head.

I thrust my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, in and out, slow. Her hips lift in time with my tongue and she pants out hard, harsh, moany breaths.

“I can make you come like this, Callie,” I tell her quietly, never taking my mouth from her perfect flesh. “Do you want me to make you come, baby?”

A high-pitched purr comes from the back of her throat.

I open my mouth and suck at her lips, dragging my tongue inside, licking every fucking inch of her like I own this pussy—like I own her. And some dark, possessive part of me wants to hear her say I do.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

I slip two fingers inside her, pumping and groaning at how hot and wet and perfectly snug she is.

“I’m yours, Garrett,” She moans softly. “Oh God . . . I’m yours.”

I lift Callie’s leg higher, adding a third pumping finger and grazing her swollen, rigid little clit with my teeth.

“Always?” My voice is demanding, harsh.

Slowly, Callie opens her eyes and gazes down at me.

“Always,” she whispers, touching my cheek, my jaw. “I’ve always been yours.”

And I smile against her skin. “Good answer.”

Then I give her what she needs, what we both want—I suck and feast on her, fucking her with my fingers and rubbing firm, constant circles on her clit with my tongue. She comes so hard, clamping down around me, her head against the wall, back arching, her mouth open, gasping silently.

When it’s over, I kiss her thigh, her hip and stomach, reverently. I stand up and kiss her pouty mouth. She laughs against my lips, sounding a little silly, a lot satisfied.

The kiss deepens and she makes that purring sound in the back of her throat that drives me crazy. We turn together, like we’re dancing, and fall on the mattress, nipping at each other, laughing because it feels so good.

Callie rises up on her knees, tugging my sweatpants down my legs. My cock springs up, thick and so ready.

“Your turn.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

She crawls over me, ass in the air—so I smack it. Callie giggles, dips her head and licks her way up my dick like it’s her favorite flavor Popsicle. She sucks at the head and pumps me with her hand—making my vision go fucking white behind my eyelids. She takes me in her mouth, nudging the back of her throat, and bobs her pretty head up and down—sloppy and sucking and so god damn good.

Nope . . . nope . . . too good.

I pull her up, under her arms, bringing her face up to mine.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth tonight.” I kiss her harshly. “I want to fuck you, baby.” I kiss her again, lashing with my tongue. “Can I fuck you, Callie?” I want to pound into her, ride her pussy until she forgets her name and only knows mine. “Will you let me fuck you, baby?”

She moans, breathing hard.

And then she smiles.

“Well . . . since you asked so nicely.”

I roll her under me. Her legs are spread and her sweet lips glisten with how much she wants me. And my cock is right there at her opening, ready to push and slide into all that slick tightness.

But I stop. Because my dick is bare . . . and we really need a condom. And because I wasn’t exactly thinking with the brain above my shoulders, I left my wallet in the Jeep.

“God damn it,” I growl. “Do you have condoms?”

She shakes her head.

Going outside half-naked in the icy rain is going to be hard on my hard-on. But, in the end . . . worth it.

“I left my wallet in the Jeep.” I press my lips to her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

I go to move, but Callie holds my wrist.

“Or . . . or we could not use anything.”