“What? Caleb Smith turning down a challenge? And here I thought you would be fun to play with.” She drags her nails down my thighs before leaning in and pressing a light kiss to my neck, right below my ear. Dragging her tongue up until she bites on my ear and whispers, “Admitting defeat, hotshot?”
“Never,” I grind out through gritted teeth, trying my hardest to think of my grandmother, or Noah’s mom, or, like, cat shit on a waffle. Something to ease the ache and, for the love of God, let me win this challenge so I can get her back.
“Then let’s play.”
CHAPTER 17
cat got your tongue?
Rosie
Iease back a step, eyeing Caleb up and down. He truly is a masterpiece, and one I know is honed from effort. Constant exercise, eating well, and taking care of himself. Not the kind of bulk and toned body that is mainly genetics, like Noah, or being some kind of blessed lumberjack brute like Jessie. Caleb is pure effort, and it’ssohot.
He was doing far too well at succeeding in my little game, so I thought I’d up the stakes in a way I know hecan’twin. Not exactly how I had my afternoon planned. Caleb—the sex pest—tied to my dining room chair, but he turned up here with my favorite bottle of wine, looking like perfection with a heated look in his eye, and well, I was on my way to Bozzelli’s to pick up and get laid anyway. I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Plus, Caleb seems to be up for everything. I don’t have to worry about hurting his little ego by wanting to try out tying him to a chair and just having my way with him. I’ve always wanted to try this though. Something about the control, having the power, him below me, and letting me take everything I want, is sointoxicatingly hot. I love being dominated like the next girl, but sometimes, having the table flipped is just as hot.
I move to my phone connected to the Bluetooth and press Play on the song I had cued up; “Go Fuck Yourself”by Two Feet. Just quietly for background noise before I made my way back over to him. And I stand here, just in front, my skin just shy of touching his, and I bask in the heat of his almost-purple eyes. The warm June air has nothing on the way Caleb lights my skin on fire, filling me with warmth. The best part about this game isn’t the need for words, it’s all about teasing, sensuality, and bringing him to his proverbial knees.
I had him in the palm of my hand, holding all the power in our little game, and the feeling was inebriating. I know he doesn’t miss the increase of my own breath by the way his appreciation has moved to my rapidly rising—and bare—chest. The way he watches me never fails to have me growing warm and wet between my legs. I know soon enough my own need is going to overpower me and I’ll cut him loose. But until then, the power is mine.
I match the pace of the song intro to the slow drag of my fingers up my thighs, over my hips, and tease my breasts. He watches the path of my fingers and I use it to my advantage. With a soft touch, I circle my nipples. Feeling overly sensitive, I have to bite down on my lip to suppress the moan that wants to slip free. I pinch them before cupping both and massaging them. I watch him, his intense eyes not even blinking, not wanting to miss a thing. The muscles over his neck and shoulders straining.
I spin, showing him my back, and a breathy chuckle leaves my lips when I hear his groan. Poor guy sounds like he’s in pain. But he’s quiet now, the playful, begging man no longer.
“Cat got your tongue, hotshot?”
I dance my fingertips up the back of my thighs, leaning forward ever so slightly, my head turned over my shoulderto take another peek at him, pleased to find him completely ensnared by my trap. No way is he winning this one.
“Wishing your pussy did have my tongue right now.” I feel the words rush through my body with a shiver.
After trailing my whole body, still with my back facing him, I hook my thumbs in either side of my thong and ever so slowly I bend forward. Sure to keep my legs together and straight, dragging the thong with me. I hear his quiet curses, his panting, and when I look under my arm, I see Caleb’s eyes, hooded with desire as he tracks every inch of my skin.
“Like what you see?” I tease.
His eyes snap to mine, looking downright lethal, almost angry in their intensity. I watch his jaw clench, sending a whole new wave of desire pooling between my legs.
I’m learning quickly that an unleashed Caleb is a dominating sexanimal.His playfulness, submissiveness, are just a façade, or a gateway, I suppose. But him completely unleashed?
It felt a little like I was playing with fire.
“You done playing yet, Rosebud? Because I am.” His deep and low baritone has an uncharacteristic roughness to it that I don’t hear often from him. Usually the sweetness of his voice is sickly and smooth. But this? This is something else.
“You admit defeat?” I tease again, standing slowly, my fingers never stopping their path over my skin as I slowly turn to stand in front of him, alternating between pinching my nipples and massaging my breasts, dipping low on my stomach but never lower, never giving him what he wants. Not yet.
“If it gets you up here and sinking down on my cock, I’ll admit anything.”
I tsk at him, shaking my head and leaning forward, my hands resting on his hips and linking my fingers in his boxers.
“Oh, Caleb, you’re pathetic. I thought you had a little more fight in you than that.” My little heart sings and something likea flip happens in my stomach that I don’t understand when I watch his eyes harden, and if I didn’t already know Caleb, I’d think he was furious. But this look? It makes me shiver, it’s the hottest set of bedroom eyes I’ve ever encountered.
“Hurry up and play, Rosebud. I’m three seconds away from tearing off these binds and fucking you against the window.”
I try my hardest to calm my breathing, but it’s no use. I’m panting, soaking, buzzing through my arousal.
Using the fingers hooked in the strap of his boxers, I yank them down. Not missing a beat, he presses up enough for me to drag them down and then kick them off to the side.
And then he’s there, butt naked and restrained against my dining chair.
Oh boy.My knees hit the floor in front of him and his knees spread instinctively.
