“Yes,” I answer his unspoken question. “I want this.”
He closes his eyes and hisses out a breath as he rolls the condom down his hard length. My body is so ready for him, but instead of feeling his hard cock at my entrance, I feel his kiss.
“Caleb,” I pant.
“Please, Lucy. Just let me taste you.”
I spread my thighs wide and thread my fingers through his short, dark blond hair. Caleb needs no further direction or encouragement, but I won’t dwell on the alarming amount of experience he has. No, I’m not letting myself worry away one moment of this. Caleb’s face between my legs is like heaven. His tongue fucks me as his fingers play, and if the sounds he’s making are anything to go by, he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. Just like he said it would, time fades away. For the first time ever, I’m not thinking about how long it’s taking or what I need to do later or if he likes it or anything. The noises he’s making between my legs, the vibrations of his mouth on my skin? That’s all the assurance I need to know that Caleb is having at least as much fun as I am.
For once, I feel like there’s not an end goal. I’m not faking my moans to make him feel good so we can get to the next stage. I’m loving every minute, feeling every touch, reveling in his attention.
His strong hands grip my thighs as he plunges deep, first with his fingers, then with his tongue. He alternates sensations in a rhythm that has me ready to lose my mind. His thick fingers fill me, teasing, twisting, damn near torturing me. It’s overwhelming, and my mind can’t keep track. Soon I’m lost to the pleasure his body brings me.
My second orgasm takes me by surprise. I’m not a multi-orgasm girl. And I can’t come with a partner, but apparently things are different here in Ohio.
God bless the Midwest.
Caleb lifts his gorgeous head and gives me a cocky smile. He leans back to grip my knees, then pushes forward, thrusting his cock inside me before pulling back just to enter me again. His lips glisten—fucking glisten—and his words are filthy as he rocks into me, establishing a rhythm that has my body soaring toward pleasure once again. His arms shake as our bodies rock together. Sweet Lord, the feel of him nearly sends me over the edge again, but that’s impossible.
He enters me again and again, and each time, my body squeezes him in the most delicious way. It’s different than my vibrator. And it’s better. He’s thicker, fuller, harder. There’s a sheen of sweat on his brow, but I can tell he’s not ready to let go just yet. He presses a kiss to my lips before snaking an arm between us and applying pressure—delicious pressure—to my clit. Again. It’s too much. It’s more than I can take. More than my body knows what to do with. And yet, somehow all the sensations together set exactly the right rhythm.
“Oh, God. I can’t, Caleb, I—”
“I know, Lucy,” he pants. “You can’t orgasm during sex.” He smirks, the bastard, but I can’t even bring myself to care as my body shudders once more.
“Fuck, Lucy. The way you grip me? God, I’m so close. So— Oh, fuck!”
We collapse into a heap on the bed, and Caleb presses a kiss to my temple.
“Give me a sec, Lucy. I don’t think my legs work anymore.”
“A sec?!” I question. “Oh my God, Caleb, do you want to have sex again?”
His laughter does little to put me at ease, especially when I glance down the length of our bodies and see his cock stir. This man will be the death of me.
“Not for a solid twenty minutes, Lucy,” he reassures me, laughing again. “But I do need to take care of you.”
“Uh...I think you already did. Three times.”
“I did, didn’t I?” That devilish smile is back. “Hold up,” he tells me, rolling off the bed and ducking into the bathroom, only to return with a washcloth.
His touch is gentle as he wipes the cloth between my thighs.
“What a pretty mess we made, Lucy.” His words are tender, sexy even, but I blush, unsure what to do with Caleb’s full attention. It’s one thing to be the subject of his sole focus in the moment, but now? It’s overwhelming. I turn away, reaching for the flannel I wear to bed.
But just as I grab it, Caleb snatches it away.
Chapter 13
Whit
That damn nightshirthas me ready to lose my mind. I’m still naked, for fuck’s sake, my hands between Lucy’s gorgeous legs. I’m taking care of the girl of my dreams (many, many dirty dreams), and she’s all too eager to cover that beautiful body up with some ex-boyfriend’s shirt.
Fuck that noise.
And yes, I know she’s not actually mine. And I know this streak of possessiveness makes me an asshole, but I want Lucy to be mine, only and always mine.
“Um...Can I have my pajamas back?” She’s looking at me like I’m crazy, and I can’t blame her.
