“I’m sorry I didn’t call you,” I tell her. “I’m sorry I stayed away from you. Okay?”
She nods against the hold I have on her.
“We’ll talk about Will and us later, okay?”
She nods again.
“I’m going to make you come now with my face between your legs, okay?”
“Oh, God,” she moans, and I drop to my knees before her.
Chapter 12
Callie
I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone.
Woolf Jennings kneeling at my feet.
Beautifully unattainable Woolf Jennings, who has walked away from me on three prior occasions, now kneeling at my feet. I wonder how fast he’s going to walk away from me this time.
Woolf sits back on his haunches and skims his hands slowly up the outside of my denim-clad legs. When they reach my hips, he squeezes and in a low, husky, oh-so-very-sexy voice, he says, “Do you like having your pussy eaten?”
My face flushes hot, and I cut my gaze away from him because the naked lust in his eyes is too overwhelming.
He squeezes my hips again to get my attention. “Callie?”
I slowly look back down at him and whisper, “Um… I don’t know. Will didn’t really like to—”
“Fucking, pansy-ass motherfucker,” Woolf mutters as he squeezes a little too hard on my hips. “He never deserved you.”
“At least he wanted me,” I say with my chin rising, feeling the need to defend Will, or really, defend my choice of a man.
“I always wanted you, Callie,” he says, and I hear truth in his words. “I just didn’t think I should have you. Big difference.”
“And now?”
“And now I’m not going to fight it. Bridger says I should go for this, so I intend to.”
I give a mirthful chuckle. “That Bridger… Mr. Know-It-All.”
Woolf’s hands come to the button of my jeans, and he skillfully pops it open. He pinches the zipper and slowly slides it down before peeling the fly open. Leaning in, he places a whisper of a kiss on the skin just above the waistband of my panties.
“When I get done with you, you’re going to love having your pussy eaten,” he tells me with quiet confidence.
My hands rise up, my fingers sift into his hair, and I gently rub his scalp. He actually tilts his head, pushing into one of my palms with eyes closed and lets out a purr of satisfaction.
“Woolf,” I murmur and his eyes open up, gorgeously blue like the Wyoming sky. “I went to the doctor and got tested. I’m all good, and Will assured me he always wore protection.”
He gives me a slight nod with a smile, and then leans back from me slightly. His hand taps at one ankle. “Lift your foot.”
I do and he removes one of my boots, tossing it over his shoulder, before doing the same to the other leg. Woolf looks up at me and says, “Do me a favor, Cal. Take off your shirt and bra.”
Modesty overwhelms me, and I hesitate. Woolf has made me come three times, and he’s never seen me naked. What if my breasts aren’t large enough? Or I have cellulite on my thighs that grosses him out? Fuck… did I shave today? Yes, I think I did.
“Callie,” Woolf says gently, and my eyes lock with his. “Let me see those beautiful tits.”
I swallow hard and with shaking hands, lift the hem of the lightweight turtleneck I am wearing up and over my head, pulling it off. Giving a shake of my hair, I drop the shirt to the floor.
Woolf’s eyes gaze hungrily at my chest, and he licks his bottom lip. “Bra, too.”
I reach to the center front clasp and flick it open, slowly peeling it aside. My breasts are on the small side, or so I think, barely filling my B cup. But at least they’re perky, and I don’t have to look down to know my nipples are contracted into tight buds.
“Christ,” Woolf says almost as if in prayer. “So fucking beautiful.”
His hands get to work, pushing my jeans and underwear down together, deftly lifting each of my legs to pull the material free right along with my socks. And then I am completely and starkly naked in front of him as he once against leans back on his haunches and devours me with his eyes.
Another wave of modesty hits, and my hands come up to cover my breasts. He actually growls at me before they even get halfway there and says in a warning tone, “Your hands can touch your breasts but it only better be to pinch your nipples while I’m tongue fucking you, okay?”
“Oh, jeez,” I mutter.
Well… that was more of a moan.
Woolf grins at me as his hands come back to my hips. “Little Callie Hayes likes her some dirty talk, huh?”
My face goes red, but there is one thing I don’t like, and that’s Woolf referencing the Old Callie. He needs to know… I’m a big girl and while I’m fighting through some unease at this completely new experience, I’m also perfectly capable of handling the Big Bad Woolf.
Woolf chuckles as he takes in my blush, but I wipe that smile right off his face when I bring my hands all the way up and do exactly as he instructed. I pinch and twist my nipples with my fingers, giving a low moan of appreciation over how damn good that feels.
And that smile does indeed disappear and his eyes go dark with something that I can’t describe. It’s carnal and deeply possessive, and in this moment, I know Woolf is going to devour me.
With a large hand coming up to my stomach, Woolf gives me a slight push until I lean back against the refrigerator. The cold steel against my back feels amazing against my heated skin. He then gently picks up one leg and places it over his shoulder.
My hands freeze their motions and I stare in avid fascination down at him as he stares in frank appreciation at me. Or is that… reverence? A sharp pang of pleasure hits me square between the legs before he even touches me, and I almost become afraid of his touch. As if I won’t be able to handle it.
Woolf’s large hands are gentle as they go back to my hips, but only briefly before they are sliding inward. His fingers brush softly against my skin and then they are peeling me wide apart. I have only a brief moment of embarrassment that he has me so exposed and vulnerable standing in my kitchen completely naked, before he brings his mouth to me in what I can only describe as a hot, wet, openmouthed kiss against me.
A guttural sound tears loose and my knee buckles, causing strain on my other leg resting on his shoulder. Woolf merely moves one hand in between my legs so he can press his hand to my bare ass to help hold me steady, never once letting his mouth move from me.
If I thought Woolf’s fingers and dick were magical, I’d say his tongue is almost divine in nature. It seems to know exactly how to lick and flutter against me, putting the right amount of pressure and stimulation against my clit. He’s in between my legs no more than a minute before I feel myself starting to tighten up.
Woolf briefly pulls away and looks up at me. “Hands on your tits, baby.”
“Huh?” I ask in a daze as I realize my fingers are sunk deep into his hair, and I’ve got it in a death grip.
“Put those fingers to better use than scalping me and play with your tits,” he says with a smirk, his lips shiny wet from his ministrations.
I release his hair and cup my breasts, massaging them as requested. Woolf watches me a moment and when he’s satisfied, he returns his mouth to me. He alternates lazy circular licks with fast flutters and my hips start rotating against him—tilting forward, seeking more of his touch. He groans over my response and pushes against me harder, moving his tongue against me faster. Licking at me roughly, sucking my clit.
I look down at his dark head moving back and forth as he eats me alive, and I think to myself… Woolf Jennings has his tongue inside me.
Woolf Jennings is eating my pussy.