Page 69 of Forgotten Dreams
“Yes,” she answers, picking it up and putting it to her ear, sounding annoyed but the smile on her face says she’s not annoyed in the least, “I’m leaving now.” She rubs her small baby bump. “I’ll see you soon. I love you too.” She smiles even bigger. “Okay, bye.” She hangs up and then looks at me. “I’m sorry.” She gets up. “Lucy is staying at Autumn’s tonight.”
I hold up my hand to get her to stop talking. “Please don’t say whatever it is you are about to say.” I close my eyes and squish up my nose and she laughs. “Go and get back to your man.” She comes over to me and gives me a hug. Then I walk her to the door and watch her walk to her truck before I wave at her and close the door. The sun is setting outside and I see a couple of the stars are already out twinkling in the sky.
I close the door, lock it behind me, and look at the library, sighing happily at all we have done. I pick up the glass of champagne and the glass of water that is on the round table in front of the big couch. I take it to the kitchen and then go back to sit on the couch and stretch my legs out. I put my hand across the back of the couch and I’m going to lay my head down on my arm when I hear the sound of footsteps, and then the door opens.
I sit up as I see him standing there. His hair looking like he’s been running his hand through it all day long. He looks over at me, a sadness fills his face. “I’m sorry,” he says, walking into the room wearing the same jeans he wore the first time we met, but this time he’s wearing a blue-and-red plaid button-down shirt, his sleeves rolled up. “I shouldn’t have walked out on you.”
“You shouldn’t have.” I sit up on the sofa now, putting my feet on the floor.
I’m about to say more when he looks down at his feet, and then he looks back up at me. The anguish written all over his face takes my breath away. “The thought of you getting hurt in all of this”—his voice is pained—“it’s just, I can’t even fathom to think about it.” I put my hand under my neck. “What if they are horrible people who want to hurt you?”
“Then I’ll deal with it.” I stand. “But I have to do this”—I swallow—“for me, if no one else. I deserve to know. I’m going to find out who I am.” I point at myself. “Whatever it is. If they want me or not, I need to know who I am, because regardless of anything, I still have a piece of me missing, and it’s theirs, whether they want it or not.”
“Then we’ll deal with it.” He points to me and then to himself. “I’m going to be there every single step of the way, and I’ll support you no matter what,” he declares, walking into the room. I tilt my head to the side. “I know I didn’t exactly handle that as I should,” he starts to say, and all I want is to be in his arms right now, “but you have to know, the thought of them trying to hurt you, it was just too much for me.”
“What happens the next time they try to strong-arm me?” I fold my arms over my chest to stop myself from going to him.
“Besides me losing my shit and wanting to hunt them all down?” he seethes, his teeth clenched together. “I will follow your lead.” I’m about to say something. “I’m not even going to lie, I’m not going to like it. And I’m going to probably need a minute to calm myself down, but I promise to never storm out on you again.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” I finally respond.
“Good, now get your ass over here.” He points at the floor in front of him.
“Why are you still over there?” I don’t want to give in to him, but I also just want to touch him.
The two of us move at the same time. His hands go to the side of my face and in my hair as he tilts my head to the other side and kisses me. My hands go to his chest as I feel his heart beating as fast as mine. His tongue slides into my mouth. I groan, and he moves us back to the couch. His hand moves my shirt up and over my head, pushing down my bra before he bends his head, taking a nipple into his mouth. I groan as he unbuttons my jeans and rids my legs of them and my panties before pushing me onto the couch. I reach behind me to unclip my bra and toss it to the side. “Lie back,” he urges, and I do. I lie back, putting my head on the pillow as he drags my ass to the edge of the couch. Kneeling between my legs as he kisses my left thigh and then my right. He trails his tongue from my thigh up to my stomach and then toward the other thigh. His eyes stare into mine as he licks up my slit. My hand goes to the back of his head as my eyes close, and I feel his tongue flick my clit.
He sucks in my clit as he moves one hand to my nipple, where he rolls it between his fingers and the other one goes to push back my leg. His tongue slides down and into me as he moves his face side to side back up to my clit. His tongue flicks my clit before he sucks it into his mouth and then bites it. He moves his hand from my leg to my pussy, rubbing it up and down. “Going to make you come on my fingers, then you are going to come on my cock,” he announces, sliding two fingers into me, “then I’m going to turn you over and come on your ass.”
Chapter 30
Caleb
I watch her eyes lust over when I tell her I’m going to come on her ass. I move up over her as my mouth devours her. She tries to get the kiss to go deeper, her hands going to my pants and unbuttoning them. She slides one hand into my boxers and grips my cock, working it up and down. I let go of her mouth as she plays with my cock. “I’m so fucking hard for you.” I kneel beside her as she takes my cock into her mouth. My hand goes between her legs to finger her. “That’s my girl,” I praise as my knuckle hits her ass, “open that throat for me.” I close my eyes as my fingers fuck her, and she sucks my cock. Every single time, I think it can’t get better, yet every single time, she shows me that it can.
“I’m not coming down your throat,” I tell her, pulling my cock out of her mouth as she groans. “I told you where I’m going to come,” I remind her, getting off the couch. “I want to watch you play with yourself.” I direct her as she lies back on the couch naked, her pussy glistening from my tongue and then my fingers. “You are going to listen to everything I say, and after, I’m going to make you come hard,” I inform her, licking the fingers that were just inside her. “Slide your hands down your chest, making your nails graze over your nipples,” I instruct her, watching her do it while I unbutton my shirt. “Move your hand slowly down your stomach until you get to your clit.” My eyes are glued to her hands, watching every single movement. “Move your middle finger over your slit in little circles.” I undo the last button before shrugging it off my shoulders. “Then move that finger down and inside you.” She does everything I tell her and my cock gets even harder, so hard I have to grip it in my hand in a fist. “In and out, baby,” I tell her as she does what I say, “add another finger.”
“Yes,” she pants out, adding another finger. Her hips come up to meet her fingers, going faster and faster now. I kick my boots off, then my jeans as I see her eyes close and her breathing starting to come in soft pants. Once I have my pants in a pile on the floor next to her clothes, I walk toward her. My hand comes out to play with her clit while she finger-fucks herself. “Yes,” she says again, her eyes fluttering open. I can see she’s almost there by the way her chest rises and falls, the way her hips are moving more frantically than before, her fingers trying to get deeper. I know she’s fucking there, and I know I should let her have it, but I’m greedy for it. I want to be the one who brings her all the pleasure. I want to be the one who makes her come. I move her hand away from her as I bend to suck her fingers into my mouth. “Caleb,” she whines, “I was right there.”
“I know.” I bend my legs to make sure my cock lines up with her. Moving one leg over my shoulder, I rub my cock up and down her slit before sliding into her. I move in and out of her. My lips hovering over her as I fuck her. “Fuck, baby,” I swear as I thrust into her, “you are so wet”—I pull out and move my hips—“so tight.” I move my hand up to grab her tit. “Fucking mine,” I declare as she meets my thrusts, faster and faster. Our eyes locked on each other, I can feel her getting tighter and tighter. I can feel myself get closer and closer to the edge. I grip her waist in my hands, pulling out of her and flipping her onto her knees. “Hold on,” I warn her as I slam into her. She holds on to the back of the couch as I pound into her from behind. My hand goes to her clit and works it at the same time as I fuck her. Her hand joins mine as she comes all over me. Her juices gush over my cock, leaking out and down my balls. “You just soaked me,” I grit between clenched teeth, holding on until she’s done before pulling out and gripping my cock. She looks over her shoulder at me as I come on her ass. My hand moves up and down my cock, shooting my cum on her.
“You know that I can’t move now,” she announces, pushing her ass into my cock, “or I’ll drip cum all over my brand-new couch.” She moves her hand to her ass, rubbing my cum into her skin. “Is it all in there?” she asks, and I nod as she then licks her fingers clean. “I need a shower.” She moves to me, kissing under my chin before walking toward the stairs.
“You know what else you need?” I turn toward the stairs and follow her up there. “My cum down your throat.” I chase her as she laughs all the way to the bathroom. The shower takes us so long that the water turns ice cold by the time I get out, leaving her moving from one foot to the other to rinse off the soap.
“I’m freezing,” she grumbles, coming out of the shower, and I wrap her in a white towel.
“What do you want to eat for dinner?” I ask as she dries herself off. I watch her, and it suddenly dawns on me that she might not be here for the long haul.
“What just happened?” she asks, noticing right away. “You went from all smiling to pale and looked like you were going to throw up.”
“What are we doing?” I wrap a towel around my waist as she wraps one around her chest.
“I thought we were going to check what we were going to eat for dinner,” she answers softly.
“After that,” I start to say, trying not to freak out but scared as fuck she’s just going to leave me. “And then what?”
“Dessert.” She laughs.
