In Good Company: Chapter 30

Lucy’s hips buck up and down as she rides out her orgasm. Her moans and pleas, mixed with the way she repeats my name over and over again, have my cock straining in my pants.

She’s so fucking beautiful when she comes. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her from the moment I tasted her.

Her thighs tighten around me, caging me in to breathe nothing but her. I revel in it, loving how she squeezes me and keeps me in place.

Her taste coats my tongue, and my fingers curl inside her. I milk the orgasm as long as she’ll let me, wanting her to experience every delicious second of me making her feel good.

“Cal,” she finally gets out, her thighs parting slightly, allowing me to move. Her voice is raspy from her screams. “That was…” Her words trail off.

I carefully slide my fingers out of her, reveling in the sight before me. “That was everything,” I comment, my eyes trailing over her body.

I’ll never be able to walk into my kitchen again without thinking of her on the counter, spread out just like this for me. Her chest heaves up and down as she regains her breath.

Nothing’s ever been hotter than hearing my name while tasting her come. Her entire body shook against me as her pleasure took over. I’m already looking forward to doing it again.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Lucy mutters, her eyes darting around the kitchen. “That was so good.”

I smile as I stand to my full height and bring our faces close together. “Just good?”

She smiles, her eyes tracing my mouth. I can feel her wetness still coating my lips, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s what she’s focusing on. “It was more than good,” she says slowly, her attention still fully on my mouth.

“Kiss me?” I ask, desperate to feel her lips against mine again.

She bites her lip and looks at me bashfully from under her eyelashes. “Is that okay with you?” she whispers, her gaze flicking to my lips for a moment. “It looks like you still have…” She pauses as her cheeks somehow get even pinker. “Well, you might still have me on you.” Her words are said so low I wouldn’t have been able to hear them if we weren’t face-to-face.

I let out a low groan at how sexy her words are. “Kiss me so you know how good you taste,” I demand, leaning close and running my nose along her jawline. “Then you’ll understand why I might get addicted to having my face between your thighs.”

She takes me by surprise by leaning forward and claiming my lips with hers. The movement is bold, and I can’t even try to hide how much I fucking love her taking control. A rumble of a growl comes from deep inside me at how turned on I am by the thought of her tasting herself on me.

Her tongue swipes across mine as her hand slides down my chest. My stomach tightens as her hand snakes lower and lower.

“Lucy.” Her name comes out choked as her fingers dance along the waistband of my pants.

She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she continues to kiss me like her life depends on it. I kiss her right back, savoring the simple fact that I get to kiss her at all. The look in her eyes after we kissed in the pool house had me worried I might not get a chance to do it again.

I’m so fucking happy I did.

She slides her hand from my waistband, her fingers softly drifting over my cock.

My forehead finds hers as I try to take a breath, thinking about how good that one little tease of her touch was. She slides her hand over it again, her fingers tracing over the outline of my straining cock. Air hisses through my teeth as I suck in a breath at the feeling.

“I want to touch you,” Lucy tells me, her voice raspy and needy.

I groan, rocking my head back and forth as our foreheads still rest against one another. “Fuck, I want that so bad.”

She laughs, fully grabbing my cock through my pants this time. “Then let me.”

“I didn’t even think I’d get to taste you tonight,” I admit, trying to keep it together as she continues to stroke me through the fabric of my chinos. “I don’t want to rush things,” I continue, but she doesn’t listen to a thing I say.

“What if tonight is your only chance?” she counters. My eyes fall shut as her lips find my neck.

I wasn’t expecting this from her. I wasn’t prepared for it. I’d love to remove the annoying fabric preventing her from really touching my cock, but I truly don’t want to move too fast. I’m afraid if I let her touch me—suck me—the way I’m desperate for her to do, it’ll be too much too soon, and it’ll scare her away.

I can’t lose whatever is starting between Lucy and me.

Because of that, I let out a low groan of regret before reaching between us and softly wrapping my fingers around her wrist.

“Tonight won’t be the only chance, Lucy baby. Whatever we’ve started isn’t stopping anytime soon. Let’s take it slow. Tonight was about you.”

Lucy pulls her head back. Her bottom lip juts out in the tiniest of pouts. “You don’t want me to?”

Something deep in my chest aches at the question. I grab her chin and tilt her face up, making sure she’s looking at me as I speak my next words. “Trust me, baby, there’s nothing I want more right now than to feel your hand wrapped around my cock.” I swallow, my mouth feeling dry at imagining how fucking good it’s going to feel when she finally does. “Fuck, I’m hard and ready for you just by the soft little teases you’re giving me. I just…” I sigh, not knowing how to explain what I’m thinking to her. “I just don’t want to rush things and freak you out. I can’t handle having you look at me with that look of regret again like you did in the pool house.”

Her eyes soften as she moves her hand to my cheek. My body protests, wanting more of what she was doing, but my heart leaps inside my chest at the caring way she’s looking at me right now.

“I won’t regret this happening tonight,” she assures me, her words coming out confident as her eyes scan my face.

I let out a sigh of relief. “I hope you mean that,” I admit, cupping her face.

For a moment, we just stand there looking at each other. I’m the first one to move. I place a small kiss to her waiting lips before taking a step back. My eyes find the floor.

There’s glass and wine everywhere. “Stay right there until I get this cleaned up,” I command, already backing up to grab some paper towels.

“Cal, I’ve got on shoes. Let me help you. I think I’m the one who knocked them down anyway.”

I shake my head, holding my hand up to point at her. “No. You sit right there until all of this is cleaned up.”

Lucy rubs her lips together as she fights a smile. She leans forward a little, her legs dangling off the counter as she adjusts her position. “Your bossiness and ability to get what you wanted with a simple command used to push my buttons.”

I crouch to the ground and begin to carefully move the glass to a central location. I’ll need to use a broom to sweep up all the broken pieces, but first, I want to try and soak up some of the wine. “What about now?” I ask, looking up at her from the ground. “Do I still push your buttons?”

She lifts her shoulder in a shrug as she gives me a beaming smile. “Now, I think your bossiness is hot. I like it when you push my buttons.” She goes quiet for a moment. It’s almost like I can see the wheels turning in her mind as she thinks about what else she wants to say. “You bring out a different side of me. I like it.”

I return her smile, pride blooming deep in my chest. Her words are exactly what I wanted—needed—to hear. I love that there’s a side of her that only I bring out. I look down, focusing once again on cleaning up the mess on the ground.

The entire time I’m cleaning up, I fight the inclination to tell her how much I like her. She brings out a different side of me as well. I’ve never dealt with feelings or caring for a woman before. Not in the way I’m starting to care for Lucy.

It’s refreshing and terrifying. I have no idea if she feels the same, and for the time being, I’m too nervous to even ask her. For right now, I don’t need to know how she feels. Knowing she won’t regret what’s happened so far between us is enough for me.

“Okay, I think we should be good,” I tell her, standing up and looking at my clean floor. I took the vacuum to it as well, wanting to make sure there weren’t any remaining shards of glass.

“Never did I think I’d see you on your hands and knees cleaning,” Lucy notes, sliding off the counter. “It was kind of sexy.”

I chuckle, grabbing her hand and pulling her body against mine. “Was it now?”

Lucy nods, her fingers twisting in the fabric of my shirt. “It was.”

I playfully nip at her lips, loving the feel of her body against mine. “I couldn’t risk you slipping or stepping on glass.”

Lucy smiles before wrapping her arms around my middle. She squeezes as she hugs me tightly.

The gesture makes me realize I don’t know if I’ve ever just hugged someone. Not like this. Her ear presses to my chest, and I wonder if she can hear how fast my heart beats in this position.

I’ve never been interested in embracing someone like this, but as I tuck my chin over her head and hold her close to me, I realize I’d stand here all night if she wanted to.

It feels right to hold her just like this. “Thank you,” Lucy mutters, her words coming out a little muffled from where she talks against my chest.

“For what?”

“For tonight,” she answers, her body relaxing further against mine. “For letting me teach you a recipe and cooking with me. I felt more comfortable in front of a camera than I ever have.”

“You don’t have to thank me for it. I loved cooking with you and seeing you in your element. You’re meant to share your recipes with the world.”

She laughs against me. “You have way too much faith in me. The video we made tonight could still suck. I need to watch it and see.”

I shake my head. “I’ll have all the faith in you until you have it in yourself. What are we making tomorrow?”

Lucy pulls her head up and looks at me. “Cal, we can give it some time. You don’t have to make another video with me tomorrow.”

I don’t know how it isn’t obvious to her how much I want to be around her. I’ve been very clear about how I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. I want to cook more with her tomorrow. I want to spend time with her. “I know. So what are we making?”

Lucy purses her lips as she thinks about my question for a moment. “I’ll have to think on it tonight. I like my trip to the farm stand to guide my recipes for the day as well, so I won’t know for sure until tomorrow morning.”

I nod my head before giving her a smile. “Can’t wait to find out tomorrow, then.”

“You’re so stubborn. You really don’t have to film with me tomorrow.”

I press a light kiss to her lips. “I know.”

“You’re still going to do it anyway, aren’t you?”

I smile and nod my head before pressing another kiss to her lips. “I sure am. I can’t wait.”

She sighs but doesn’t stop beaming while doing it. Fuck, she’s beautiful. “What am I going to do with you, Callahan Hastings?”

I grab her hips and pull her close to me, having the perfect idea. I know exactly what I want her to do with me before she goes home tonight. “Kiss me.”