Page 36 of Forgotten Dreams
“Yes. Caleb, I have a secret,” I whisper.
“Yeah, what’s the secret?” he asks.
“I’m so horny,” I tell him, making him chuckle.
“I’m going to help you with that, baby.” I nod even though he can’t see me.
“I want you to suck the tip of the toy.” I do what he tells me to do, bringing it into my mouth.
“I wish it was your cock,” I inform him, and I know he wants it as much as I do.
“I’m fisting my cock now, wishing it was your hand,” he admits. “Now, turn on the vibrator at the lowest setting, and I want you to rub the tip over your nipple.”
I move it down to my nipple that has been pebbled and achy since I got into bed and starting to think about him. Moving the tip of the vibrator over one nipple, I close my eyes. “Tell me what you feel.”
“I feel achy,” I respond to him, moving it from one nipple to the other. “I feel so achy, Caleb. Make me feel better.”
“Move the vibrator, baby,” he instructs me, “slowly down your stomach, all the way to your clit.”
“Yes.” I do exactly what I’m told, and the minute the vibrator moves on my clit, I arch my back up.
“Spread those legs for me.” My legs move open for him. “The next time I’m there, I’m going to eat that pussy of yours until you beg me to stop, and even then, I’m going to continue to lick it, suck it, and then fuck it.”
“Yes,” I pant as I move the vibrator to my entrance. “I’m about to slide it into me.”
“Slide it in you,” he guides softly. “Fuck, I wish it was my cock.”
“Me too,” I agree as I slide it halfway into me.
“Put me on speakerphone, baby, I’m going to need you to use your hand to play with your clit.” I put him on speakerphone, the words a bit hazy, placing it on the pillow beside me. “Okay, baby, slide that cock inside you.” I move it back inside me. “The next time I see you,” he starts, and my hand moves the vibrator in and out of me, my other hand playing with my clit, side to side. “I’m going to undress you”—I nod—“then I’m going to sit you down and spread your legs. I’m going to lick that clit with the tip of my tongue before I slide it into your pussy. Feast on you.” We both moan. “Finger-fuck you and eat you at the same time. Make you come on my face before I fuck you.”
“Yes.” I arch my back.
“How do you want me to fuck you, baby?” he asks, and I can hear his voice getting tight. “On your back, legs over my shoulders?”
“Hmm.” I close my eyes, listening to his words.
“Go deep in your pussy, make it mine. Then I’ll flip you onto your hands and knees, slap that perfect ass of yours as I fuck you.” I can feel myself getting close to the edge. My breathing comes out in pants now. “Turn your ass red while my cock drips with your cum. But the big question is, baby”—his voice is low—“do I come in your pussy or down your throat?” Just the thought pushes me over the edge. “Fuck your throat until I coat it.”
“Caleb,” I say as I come on the vibrator.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he moans out his own release, “came all over my fucking hand.” I lie limp in the bed. “Baby?”
“Hmm,” I say, pulling the vibrator out of me and putting it on the side.
“You good?”
“Oh yeah.” I get on my side and sigh out. “Really fucking good.” He laughs. “Thank you.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I don’t know if he says anything else after that because I slowly drift off to sleep.
During the night, I get up to drink water from a water bottle beside my bed before I slide back into bed. I cover myself until the pounding of my head wakes me up the following morning. I reach out to grab my phone from the side table and come up empty. I lift my head, but the ache hits my head right away. I toss the covers off me and look around for my robe, finding it in a puddle beside the bed with my purple vibrator on top of it. Grabbing the robe first, then the vibrator, I tuck it into the side table before seeing my phone on the pillow. I snatch it up before walking down the steps to my brand-new kitchen.
I head straight to the fridge, my hand trailing the marble on the island as I walk over to the double-door, stainless-steel fridge. Pulling it open, I see half a crystal jug filled with water, so I grab it and turn to try to find a glass but find an empty cupboard since they are in the dishwasher. I open the dishwasher, grab a glass, and pour some water in it before making myself coffee. I think about having coffee in the kitchen, but with my pounding head, I walk back upstairs and straight to the bathroom to grab something for my headache. I slip back into bed as I open my iPad to check my emails, seeing I got an email from the DNA test I took a couple of weeks ago.
My heart pounds in my chest when it says “Guess what, Sierra? You’ve got a new DNA relative.” I put the cup of coffee down on the bedside table as I click open the email.
My eyes go over the words, hoping with everything that it gives me a parent-child match, but that would be too easy, and good things aren’t easy, apparently. I read the rest of the email, where it tells me that Gloria Beale is a third or fourth cousin. I take a deep breath. “Better than nothing,” I remind myself, putting the iPad to the side and grabbing my cup of coffee.
