That was all it took.
Caleb fastened his arms around my back, holding me to him as he lifted me. Automatically, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and he strode over to where I had pointed. Before I knew it, he set me down and my ass met the hard surface of the pool table. I leaned back until the tops of my thighs touched the felt, propping myself up on my elbows so I could stare at him.
He kissed me hard, cupping my face with his hands, his tongue peeking out to tangle with my own. I lost myself in the kiss, letting out little sighs and whimpers as he nipped at my bottom lip, showing me without words that he wanted me just as much. All the while, his hands roamed more liberally than they had during the other times we’d been together. Caleb cupped my breast through the fabric of my coat, giving it a light squeeze, and finding that not to be sufficient, he made his way to the buttons on the trench.
“I want you too,” he confirmed, his eyes darkening as his fingers maneuvered the fabric of the coat, tugging roughly on where the buttons fastened.
Ping. One button went flying somewhere in the bar as he grew frustrated trying to ease them out slowly and tugged too hard. Not having the patience for this and missing his lips on mine, I tightened my legs around him, drawing him in closer, but even with that shift, there was still too much space between us.
“You have no idea what’s under this coat,” I teased, running my fingernails up his back, taking his shirt with me.
Once he was shrugged out of his tee, Caleb practically growled. “Tell me.”
I laughed, but the laughter ended quickly once his mouth latched onto my neck. He sucked and nipped at the skin there, his tongue lapping to soothe the bites. I shamelessly moaned and wriggled beneath him. “Find out,” I taunted him as I gasped for air.
He lifted his head from my neck, staring at me with determination in his eyes. His hair was in complete disarray, and my lipstick was smudged on his face. I smirked—liking how I marked him. I wanted him to be mine to keep. But then he would be mine to lose.
As though he sensed me thinking too much, Caleb gripped both sides of the material and tore the coat open. The buttons flew everywhere as he pushed it down my shoulders and off my body until it pooled behind me. The coat was destroyed, but I couldn’t even focus on it because of the expression that overtook Caleb’s face.
He looked like he had won the lottery. Well, that and as though he wanted to devour me.
Fuck, what a thought.My thighs shimmied in anticipation as I sought some sort of friction to ease the ache there.
Caleb ran his palms over the outside of my legs, rubbing up and down, causing goose bumps to appear in their wake. He traced along the straps of the garter belt, snapping them and leaving a sting on my thighs. His hands circled my waist, dancing along the strip of skin in between the corset and the garter. He cupped me more fully now that the trench was out of the way, tweaking my nipple through the lace. He couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch the most, so he was touching it all, exploring and appreciating what I was offering him.
His hands were quick and needy as they worked up and down my body.
Caleb’s palm wrapped around the back of my neck, tilting my head back so he could capture my lips once more. “Fuck, Grace.” He chuckled, darkly, grinding his hips into my own.
Yes, please.
He placed a kiss on my collarbone before his lips made their way to the tops of my breasts that were barely covered with lacy black fabric. As he peppered my skin in kisses, he slipped his hand between us to trail along my dampened thong. Caleb moved the material slightly so that we were skin to skin. He slipped a finger inside, thrusting it shallowly before he withdrew it. He traced along my folds but never came in contact with where I wanted him the most.
“Caleb,” I moaned, a little too needily.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take care of you,” he purred, and he dipped back inside, his finger curving while he placed one on my clit. His thumb continued to move around my lips, as his kisses became hard, rough, and needy, his impatience starting to match my own.
I bucked into his touch as he added another finger, speeding his movements as he pleasured me.
He pushed the cup of the corset down, exposing my breast before swirling his tongue around my nipple. “Holy shit,” I cried.
“That’s it, Grace. Come for me, only me,” he commanded before he went back to suck and bite on the pebbled flesh.
My head tilted back at the sensation, overcome by how good it all felt, and I was a goner. My thighs started to tremble as my orgasm rocked me, my breath coming in short pants, my toes curling, and my hands gripping on to Caleb’s biceps as I climbed higher and higher.
Caleb didn’t stop his ministrations, continuing to play my body like an instrument. He kept circling my clit until it became too much and I gently pushed him away. He placed a tender kiss on my forehead and then my mouth, stroking along mychin as he looked at me reverently. Slowly, he pulled my soaked underwear down and tossed it somewhere on the floor. His hands circled the material of the corset. I was tangled in the scrap of fabric—half covered and half exposed—so he helped me out of it.
As I came down from my high, my breathing steadying, I reached for his pants and started unbuckling them.
“Condom?” I asked.
He nodded and pulled a condom out of his wallet.
Once he was sheathed, I grabbed him by the neck and started kissing him with renewed fervor. I thrust my hips upwards into his erection. My eyes trailed up and down his body, ogling him, appreciating the way the muscles in his stomach tightened as he restrained himself from burying his cock inside of me. I wasn’t afraid to admit it—I wanted him, more than I’d wanted anybody else.
Everything in the world seemed heavy, but once the two of us were alone, it seemed so simple. So right.
His hands moved sensually around my back, caressing me. I shivered involuntarily from the sensations. Caleb’s movements continued lower and lower, giving my ass a squeeze, until his hands came around and rested on my thighs, gently spreading my legs to give him more room.
