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, completely unashamed.

“Good. Come for me, Jessa,” he growled, tongue flicking fast, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me open. “Soak my fucking face.”

My moan was broken.

My hips lifted, his hands pressing me down, and I...