He closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it, then brought me over to the bed.
It dawned on me what his plan was.
“Oh, no. Callan, that’s going to take a lot longer than a minute, and—”
“Are you doubting how fast I can make you come?” he asked, arching a brow at me.
“You really think you can do that in a minute?” He was out of his mind.
He took his cowboy hat off, placing it on my head. “Start the timer,” he said, releasing my hand to bunch the bottom of my dress up above my thighs.
“My phone is in the kitchen.”
“Better start counting, then.”
“I’m not going to count,” I bit back.
“Then you better take my word for it.”
And then this man—this overly-caring, husky, thoughtful man—was on his knees before me. Calloused hands slid my panties down my legs with no restraint, and his head disappeared beneath my sundress. The instant he was out of view, his mouth was on me.
“Holy fuck,” I said with more breath than actual words.
He nipped at my clit with his teeth, and my knees almost buckled on the spot. It hadn’t even been ten seconds.
His fingers dug into my thighs, and then he slid two digits into me. His tongue flattened against my core as he licked me from my entrance to my clit. He moved at a speed I couldn’t handle, my body relaxing and tensing around him all at the same time. His tongue flicked over my clit in rhythm with his fingers, and my thighs were already trembling.
He pulled his fingers out of me, then stood, letting my dress fall back over my thighs. He grabbed my hand to bring me over to the bed.
“What happened to your minute of my time?” I teased.
“Fuck the minute. I want to savor you.”
He laid down on the bed, pulling me on top of him, then started to tug me forward.
“What are you—”
“Ride my face, baby. Soak me.”
My brows shot up. “Callan—”
“Sage, if you don’t sit your pretty little pussy on my face right fucking now, I’ll make you beg until I allow you to come, and I’m not letting you leave this room until you fucking do.”
I didn’t even have time to consider as he hefted me to his shoulders as if I weighed nothing.
I’d let this cowboy manhandle me any day if I had anything to say about it.
My thighs were on either side of his face as my palms laid flat against the headboard. He hiked up the skirt of my dress so that he had easy access, and then the fabric covered his face and what he began doing to my body.
His rough hands slid up the sides of my thighs, coming around to grab my ass in a strong pleasure-inducing grip. He tugged me down, causing me to fall onto him. All of my body weight was pressing my pussy onto his mouth, and the sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
Involuntarily, my hips moved, rubbing my pussy against his mouth. His tongue was out, lapping up every bit of me he could get, and the stubble on his cheeks grated on my thighs.
Every nerve ending lit up inside me like a blazing furnace. My hands wrapped around the top of the headboard, using the leverage to quicken my pace as I rode his face.
Somehow, not being able to see him under my dress made it all the more attractive, knowing he was down there doing the unspeakable to my body and I couldn’t see a bit of it.
He pulled my clit into his mouth as I continued moving my hips, and my breath quickened at the pleasure rolling through me.
I tried holding back just to prove him wrong—that it’d be longer than a minute—but I knew he wasn’t being literal, and I’d already lost track of time.
Instead of trying to hold it in any longer, I relaxed against him, letting his lips suck my clit in bursts, his tongue flicking over the bundle, and then I fucking exploded.
Every star, every galaxy, bursted behind my eyes as I squeezed them shut and tried to keep quiet. The last thing I needed was someone hearing what was going on in here.
He continued sucking on my clit, and once my thighs relaxed the slightest bit around his face, he moved his tongue to my entrance, licking up every last drop of me. I gathered the skirt of my dress, moving it away so I could slide off of his face.
Once I was straddling his hips again, he smiled up at me. “Baby, it should be illegal to taste that good.”
“Probably all the sweets,” I joked.
He sat up, placing his hands on my waist as my arms came around his neck. “I don’t know what it is, but keep doing it. I want you to ride my face every night.”
My fingers slid into his hair. “Every night, huh? You’re going to come here that often?”
He shrugged, his hands idly running up and down my sides, the fabric of my dress bunching up with each swipe. “Or you guys could move into my house, and we’d see each other all the time.”
My fingers froze in their strokes. “What?”
