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Candy Store(5)
Author: Bella Andre

The doorknob turned and Callie gasped. He was coming in. What was she going to do? She stood up and backed into the wall, pressing herself up against the cold edge of the laden shelves as hard as she could.

In the dim light of the refrigerator, Tobey’s warm voice wrapped around her. “I thought I might find you in here.”

Callie was both alarmed and aroused by his presence, by the way he filled up the room with his essence. The crazy mix of feelings made it hard for her to speak.

“I, uh…” she said as she watched Tobey open the door and step into the refrigerator with her, his eyes drinking hungrily of her, noting her taut, cold nipples through the thin silk of her bra, noting the way she had pressed herself up against the shelves to try and hide from him. She was sure that he could read the need in her eyes, even as she tried to hide it from him.

Less than four feet from her, which was at least four feet too close for Callie’s comfort, Tobey closed the door behind him with a soft but definite click, never once taking his eyes from her.

His voice laced with humor, he said, “There’s no lock, but at least it’s private. We’ll just have to hope no one needs any milk.”

Looking for a way out, for some sort of escape path, willing herself to think fast so that she could get the heck away from him, she said, “Actually, I was looking for the milk, for, um, coffee for the reception.” Picking up a carton of milk, she said, “So now that I’ve found it, I…”

Tobey took a step towards her and Callie, who felt as if she was the lioness being hunted by a needy lion, dropped the carton of milk on the floor. It broke open and splashed onto her shoes, but she hardly noticed.

All she could feel was his heat. She knew he could feel hers, as if she was drawing him to her via some sort of sexual infrared. No matter how many times she told herself she didn’t want what he was offering her, no matter how she tried to convince herself that she didn’t need the release that he promised her, she knew that she did.

Desperately.

Tobey pinned her against the shelves with one arm on either side of her. “You weren’t looking for milk,” he said, his voice husky. “You were looking for this.” He leaned in and captured her mouth in a kiss so sweet, so powerful, that Callie was instantly infused with a deep warmth. But even as her passion grew, Callie worried. “What if someone walks in?”

Tobey laughed off her fears, unconcerned. He nipped at her lips, biting softly at the incredibly sensitive, cool flesh, burning her up. Vaguely noting that her skirt was hiked all the way up around her waist, Callie thought, Thank god I’m not wearing nylons.

Tobey’s fingers made their way up the soft flesh of her inner thigh, teasing her with their intent. He hiked one of her legs up against his thigh and, breathless with anticipation, Callie felt herself grow more and more swollen, until finally he pushed past the wispy silk of her panties and found her slick and ready and wet.

He pushed his palm against her inflamed mons and Callie pushed her weight into his hand, no more able to stop herself from grinding into him than she would have been able to walk away and leave him.

All the while, even as her breath caught, even as the hard flesh of his palm aroused her clitoris until she almost hurt with it, Tobey was driving her crazy with his gentle kisses.

Until now, Callie had always been perfectly happy to let the man lead in bed. She had been content to let her lovers take their time exploring her, to even show them how she liked to be touched for even greater pleasure.

But now, in this moment, Callie knew that if she didn’t get more of Tobey—his mouth, his hands, the huge, hard shaft that was pressing against his black tuxedo pants and now against her palm as she cupped his heavy weight—she was going to die. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and found his, forcing it to mate with hers. She heard him make a sound of pleasure, she thought she matched his moan with her own, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything other than mating with this glorious man, whose touch turned her skin to flames.

Lifting his mouth from hers, Tobey reached for the jersey fabric of her dress. “I need to see you,” he said in a low voice.

Callie pulled her dress up over her head then reached for Tobey’s jacket, roughly yanking it off of his shoulders. “I need to taste you,” she said as she ripped off his bow tie and jerked his shirt open at the neck.

Her lips and tongue found the hollow of his neck, found his strong, quick pulse, and with every moment she grew wetter and readier for Tobey than she had ever been for any man.

He slid his hands to her back, stroking flames onto her skin, and then her bra was on the floor, and his sure fingers overtook hers, clumsy with cold and need as she tried to remove his shirt. Knocking off several cartons of milk from a low shelf beside them, he propped her up on it. Callie reached for his belt, but he had already dropped to his knees, his mouth at her breasts, licking and sucking at the soft, plump flesh, coming closer and closer to her nipples, but not nearly close enough.

Already puckered from the refrigeration, her areolas tightened into tiny buds of bliss as he licked slow circles around them, almost flicking against her nipples, but never quite touching them.

“Please,” Callie moaned, her hands wound into Tobey’s thick, dark hair, her head thrown back, her back arched. She pushed her tits into him, any remaining vestiges of modesty gone, impatient for him to put her out of this exquisite agony.

“Not yet,” he said, taking her ample breasts into his hands. Reverently, he ran his thumbs lightly over her nipples, then back again, flicking the tight buds with his fingers.

“Dusty rose. I knew it,” he said softly as he worshiped her. His mouth consumed her as he tasted every square inch of her glorious breasts, rising up from her rib cage to the taut peak of her nipples. “You’re so beautiful. So damn beautiful.” Callie had always been more than a little embarrassed by the size of her breasts—D

cups on a five foot frame had always seemed way out of proportion—but if Tobey continued to lick and suck her like that, she vowed to never have another bad thought about them again.

“Oh god, yes,” she whimpered, her sounds of pleasure muffled by the thick walls of the refrigerator.

She was so hot, burning up everywhere he touched her. And then his hands were lifting her up and pulling her panties off of her, the wispy silk scratching the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. Her panties fell to her ankles and she kicked them off, along with her shoes. And then Tobey’s head was between her legs, his tongue on her.

   
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