In Good Company: Chapter 36

My fingers quickly work at undoing the buttons of my shirt as my eyes stay pinned on Lucy.

There’s no way I’ll ever forget this moment. Her lying on my bed, her fingers wrapping around the hemline of her dress as she lifts it up her body and tosses it to the side.

She slides her feet out of her sandals and lets them fall to the floor.

I suck in a breath, my fingers pausing what they’re doing at the sight of her. She lies on the linen comforter in nothing but a bra that matches the panties I’ve already stripped her of.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I declare, my eyes drinking in every perfect inch of her. I’ve wanted to see her like this for so long; I want to make sure I savor it.

Even Lucy’s chest turns pink at my words. It matches the same color as her cheeks as she reaches behind her and unfastens her bra. The straps fall loosely down her arms, and I’m seconds away from finally seeing every inch of her.

She bites her bottom lip as her eyes rake down my body. Her hands hold the cups of her bra to her chest, taunting me.

“You can’t see all of me until I can see all of you, Callahan.”

I groan at the way she says my full name. It’s sexy as hell, said slowly and sultrily. In a way that I’m going to think about when I’m alone, repeating it over and over in my head.

“It’s hard to do anything but focus on how perfect you are,” I rasp, moving to remove my clothes. “I’ve been dreaming of having you like this for over a month now.”

Growing frustrated with the buttons of my shirt, I just yank it open, sending buttons flying. I shrug my arms out of the fabric and let it fall to my feet.

Lucy hungrily watches me take off my shoes and set them to the side. I’m quick at undoing my pants and stepping out of them. I pause for just a moment in nothing but my boxer briefs.

My palm runs along my cock to give myself some relief. I push the fabric of my briefs down my thighs and bare myself to her. I tug once along my cock, drinking in the sight of her while I do it.

“Your turn,” I say to Lucy, reveling in the way she stares at me. She hasn’t moved the entire time I’ve stripped off my clothing. All she’s done is closely watch my every move. Desire for her courses through my veins at how obvious it is that she wants this just as bad as I do.

Her smile is timid and beautiful as she glances down to where her hands hold the bra to her body. She moves then, grabbing onto one of the straps and using it to slide it off and toss it to the side.

It’s silent in my room as we both hungrily take in the other’s body.

I’ve never been patient. I would’ve expected to already be inside her by now after wanting her so badly for so long, but I want to cherish every second of this moment.

“Are you going to come closer?” Lucy questions, her voice barely above a whisper.

I laugh, the sound filling the silence of the room. “What if I want to appreciate the view a little longer?” I’ve never had a woman in my own bed. I never wanted to. I’ve always gone to their house so I can leave whenever I want and not have someone in my personal space. Now, as I take in Lucy lying naked in my bed, her body flushed with desire, I realize I can’t imagine ever not having her in my bed.

Lucy props herself on her elbows, her eyes focusing on my straining cock. I’d been so focused on memorizing every inch of her that I hadn’t paid attention to it. With her eyes pinned on it and her lips parted, I can’t ignore the ache for another second. My fingers wrap around my length, and I begin to stroke up and down.

“I want to touch you,” Lucy breathes, her eyes wide as she hungrily watches my every move.

She rubs her thighs together before her fingertips dance along her skin, traveling to the apex of her thighs.

“You can touch yourself,” I tell her, loving how the afternoon light shining through the bedroom window illuminates her perfect body.

“I’m waiting for you to touch me,” she counters. She bites back a smile as she nods her head to where I continue to stroke myself. “Actually, I’m waiting to touch you.”

A growl of approval comes from my chest. I love that she’s telling me exactly what she wants.

“Before today, did you touch yourself while thinking about me since the last time I touched you?”

“Yes,” she says on an exhale, her eyelashes fanning against her cheeks as her eyes close in pleasure for a moment.

“Show me how you did it, Lucy baby.”

Her entire body shakes at my words. “Cal.” My name comes out like a plea from her lips. I’m loving this view of her with her messy hair falling down her shoulders and her cheeks the color of pink I love so much.

“Do as you’re told,” I command, keeping my voice soft. “Show me how you touched yourself. I bet you pretended it was me touching you, didn’t you?”

Her eyelids flutter shut as a loud moan passes from her lips. She rocks her hips back and forth against the mattress, and all I can think about is how much I can’t wait to have her do just that with my cock buried inside her.

“I’m waiting.” This time, my words are rougher because of my desperate need to watch her slip her fingers between her thighs and touch herself. I want to study her as she shows me how she likes it. I think I have a good idea based on the two times I’ve had the pleasure of touching her, but I still want her to show me.

She parts her thighs slowly, her breathing speeding up as she glides her fingers along her skin from where they rested at her sides to now along the tops of her thighs.

“Play with your nipples first,” I instruct, eagerly waiting to see how she plays with herself.

Will she gently tease the peaked buds, or will she pinch them because she likes it more rough?

Lucy does as she’s told and slowly runs both hands up her sides before tracing the underside of her breasts. I stand there and study every one of her movements, my hand still moving up and down my cock.

My entire body aches with the need for her touch, for me to be inside her, but I don’t rush it. Right now, I’m relishing in the view of Lucy playing with her tits just for me.

She rolls her nipples between her fingers before pinching them.

I smile, my heart slamming against my chest as one of her hands leaves her tit and drifts down. She’s got to be worked up because she takes no time before she’s touching herself. Her fingers circle her clit for a moment before venturing further down. I almost come undone just at the way she moans when she slides not one but two fingers inside herself.

“Fuck, baby,” I manage to get out, my hand pumping even faster around my cock. “I can’t fucking wait to be inside you.”

Her head falls back at my words, but her eyes stay trained on me. “Then come do it.”

Her words make me laugh. I fucking love the side of her that talks back. She doesn’t do it all the time, but when she does, I feel on top of the world to be the one to bring it out of her.

“And I thought I was the impatient one.” I take a step closer to her, my knees almost bumping against the edge of the mattress. “You’re the one who scolded me just last week about it.”

She laughs, her fingers stilling inside her for a moment. “You can’t rush focaccia, Cal. It takes time.”

“Me savoring every fucking moment of making you mine takes time.”

Her mouth snaps shut, and her eyes go wide at my words.

Using my free hand, I grab one of her ankles and pull her to the very edge of the bed. She yelps, her fingers sliding out of her from the sudden movement, and she reaches to grab me.

“Wait,” I say, pulling my hips back for a moment. I want her to touch me—desperately—but I need to be inside her more. Now that she’s so close, with no barrier between us, I want to feel her sweet cunt wrapped around me.

I stop stroking myself and grab her wrist, my fingers wrapping softly around her as I guide her fingers to my mouth. They’re wet with her arousal, and even though I can still taste her on my tongue from earlier, I’m ready for another taste, even if it is just a tease.

“Let me get one more little taste before I make you mine,” I tell her before taking her fingers into my mouth.