I barked out a laugh at her and shook my head when I realized she was serious. “Neither have I. Now kiss me,” I ordered.

She shook her head and opened her mouth on my chest, biting down lightly on my nipple and then sucking it into her mouth. I groaned, reaching down to pump my dick once before sliding my hand up her leg.

“Well, fuck, Sugar. If you aren’t gonna kiss me then do something else with that mouth,” I groaned as she ran her hand further down my stomach and underneath my boxers.

She pushed her body up until she was sitting on her feet by my side and leaning over me, pushing my boxers down my hips clumsily with one hand, the other hand still rubbing up and down. When I saw her lean down, I grabbed her hips and pulled her over me before she could make contact. She made a startled shriek as I situated her ass above my face, and immediately started squirming. Her tits pushed into my stomach as she tried to lift her hips, so I slapped her ass in warning and she froze.

“Stop moving, Callie,” I warned, “you knee me in the face and we’re gonna have problems.”

I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs, my thumbs finally meeting right over her pussy, and she moaned deep in her throat, dropping her face against my hip.

“I need a shower,” she whispered against me. “Let me take a shower first.”

“You don’t need a shower,” I told her, running one of my fingers over her and watching her grow soft and wet.

“Yeah. You can’t—” she paused on a quick inhale and then started jabbering again, “Your face is—”

She wasn’t worried about a fucking shower. I laughed lightly. She was self-conscious about the goddamn angle.

“Baby, I’ve seen you. Ain’t nothing I’m seeing now any different than what I’ve seen before,” I reminded her gently. Shit, I could practically feel how hot her face was. My girl and her blushes—cute as fuck.

I didn’t give her any more time to worry.

I used my thumbs to pull her apart, tilted my chin up, and ran my tongue over her clit. She tasted good, and I ran my tongue all over her, taking it all in. When her legs started shaking, I pulled away, using my teeth to pull at her lips.

“Put your mouth on me,” I growled at her, squeezing her thighs in my hands.

I heard her inhale sharply, but less than a second later she was pushing up with her hands until she was braced above my hips. It made her back arch, and I knew she finally wasn’t thinking about how she looked from this angle. Christ, what a view.

I waited until I was in her mouth, her tongue wrapping around me before I started in on her again. It didn’t take long before she was outta her mind, sliding her knees away from my shoulders and riding my face while she sucked and bobbed her head, her fingernails digging into my thighs.

When she came, she moaned against my dick and brought me with her.

As soon as she was done, she rolled off me, embarrassed, and I laughed weakly. Shit, she may have sucked all of my energy out through my dick; my legs felt like Jell-O.

She scrambled off the bed, jostling me, and I rolled over to watch her stumbling out of the room. Her ass was round and flexed every time she moved, and my mouth watered until I noticed it had a perfect red handprint on it. Whoops. I hadn’t meant to slap her that hard, but I smiled a little when I saw it. I wasn’t sorry—it’d gotten me what I wanted.

I stretched when I heard her turning on the shower and hopped out of bed to join her.

She screeched when I pulled back the curtain and shampoo started rolling down her face and running into her eyes. She was slapping at me blindly as I climbed in, and I couldn’t help laughing as bubbles ran into her mouth, making her gag.

“Rinse that shit out, crazy!” I told her, pushing her back into the spray.

“You scared the shit out of me!” she griped, still spitting and sputtering.

“You knew I was here,” I replied, running my hands over her wet tits as she rinsed her hair.

“I didn’t know you were going to follow me!”

“You’re wet and naked, I’m there,” I told her seriously, reaching my thumb up to wipe gently at the huge hickey on her neck. “Look at you, with my bite marks all over you.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t look trashy or anything,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t give a fuck. You have my mark on you—men think twice.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted to find an orthodontist this week and I start my job. I’m going to look like an idiot.”

“What the fuck is that about?” I asked her as I gently pushed her out of the way and pushed my head under the spray. I had to bend my knees to get under it, twisting my body awkwardly.

She laughed a little as she self-consciously lathered up her legs and started shaving, her back toward me like she could hide what she was doing.

“I want to get these braces off.”

“They ready to come off? I thought you had like six more months?” I asked as I soaped up my beard.

“Four more—but it’s expensive as hell to keep them on. My teeth are fine without them.”

“I’ll pay for them, Callie. Don’t act like I don’t take care of you.”

“I’m not saying that.” She shook her head as she rinsed off her razor, coming so close to my balls with it that I felt them drawing up as I scrambled backward.

“I’m not gonna get you,” she snickered at me, waving the razor around. “It’ll cost like, thousands of dollars to finish out the next four months with no insurance.”