CHAPTER 4

Then his tongue licked one long, slow stripe.

“Caleb—oh my god—”

“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he groaned. “Fuck.”

He dove back in, tongue working in tight, teasing circles, then flat and broad strokes that had me gasping and writhing.

“Stay still,” he muttered, licking deeper. “Let me take care of you.”

I whined. “I can’t—you—fuck—”

He pulled back slightly, licking his lips. “You close already?”

I nodded, ...