She lets out a content sigh, body slumping against my car, hands still resting in my hair, loosely this time.
“Thought guys like you were a myth.” Her chuckle comes out softer than anything I’ve ever heard.
I don’t stop the movements of my tongue but I do glance up to find her looking down at me, watching like she’s worried I’m not real or something.
“Guys like me?” I finally pull my mouth away but I don’t bother to stand up. Not yet.
She nods. “Guys who like going down on a girl.”
I narrow my eyes, my grip on her thighs tightening at the implication of what she’s telling me.
“You telling me this isn’t a common occurrence for you?”
Denise shakes her head.
“Why?”
She throws her back in laughter, her leg coming off my shoulder as I move to stand, my hands quickly going to her hips to steady her.
“You tell me, Callahan.” She rolls her eyes. “Guys tend to like receiving more than giving when it comes to that department.”
“Not me.”
She scoffs. “Yeah, right. If I gave you the option, I bet you’d pick the latter as well.”
I adjust her skirt so that it’s now back to covering what it needs to. Not that it was doing much of a good job at that anyway.
“I’m not saying I’m some saint that doesn’t enjoy getting a blowey every now and again.” I chuckle. “I just prefer the act of giving, I guess.”
Denise hums, wrapping her fingers around my chain, tugging me closer, and leaning forward to meet my lips. I groan at the act and follow her pull with a little too much ease. But how can I even think about putting up a fight at this moment. I can’t. Not when she’s willing to have me.
She shakes her head, a grin on her face. “Not buying it, Callahan.”
My own grin grows, fingers already reaching down to hike her skirt up once again. Her eyes sparkle with a glint of challenge that reminds me that I’m still rock hard but to hell with my dick.
I have a point to prove and a pussy to enjoy.
I unlock my car door and lift Denise up so that her legs wrap around my waist. She uses the position change to kiss me again.
“How much you wanna bet that you’ll tap out before me?”
She laughs against my lips. “Oh, you’re on.”
I open the car door, dropping her onto my backseat and climbing into the small space, not caring how cramped we’ll be, more focused on at least an ounce of privacy for us.
Because it’s cute how confident Denise is about this whole thing.
I scoff.
She really has no fucking clue how obsessed I am with her. Let’s see how many orgasms it takes for her to find out.
Twelve
Denise
Lucas walks me up to my apartment, that stupid smug look on his face bright as ever. I’m kind of tempted to slap it off him but I’m pretty sure he’d like that.
My legs already feel like jelly, making the walk up to my apartment harder than it needs to be.