by Aly Martinez
He knew I liked the tats, and he knew exactly what that work of art would do to me. He wasn’t completely wrong. I didn’t melt, but there was definitely a puddle.
My fingers begin to twitch for my camera. I could take pictures of his back for hours—well, right after I lick every inch of it.
Caleb comes back into the room carrying two beers and a bottle of water. “Thought you might be thirsty.”
“So tell me about your tattoos,” I ask, taking the water from his hand. I’ve had a lot to drink tonight. I’m not drunk anymore, but I’m definitely dehydrated.
“Not tonight.” His sparkling blue eyes flash dark as he turns away and places the drinks on coasters on the table.
I don’t push him. It’s probably for the best. I’m sure they are about Manda, and the less we talk about her, the less we will have to talk about Sarah.
When Caleb showed up at the bar tonight, I couldn’t contain my excitement. I jumped up from the table and hugged him. I pretended it was just to thank him for my orange dinner, but it was mostly because I’ve missed him. It’d only been five days since we’d talked last, but I have become quite addicted to our nightly conversation. This has been a very transitional time for me, and it was nice to have someone to lean on. I just wish we had spent those nights talking about things that actually mattered instead of laughing and telling old stories the whole time. Maybe then we wouldn’t be in this mess. I have no idea what’s going to happen to us tomorrow, but I fully intend to make the most out of tonight.
I walk over to Caleb, pull the beer he has tipped to his lips away, and place it on table behind us.
“Hey, you.” I place a kiss to his collarbone and run my hands over his hard chest and shoulders, tracing up his neck and into his thick hair.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He licks his lips while staring at mine.
“I missed you this week.”
“Jesus, Emmy. I missed you, too,” he says dropping his forehead to mine.
“You’re not wearing a shirt,” I teasingly remind him, and it causes a small smile to cross his lips.
“Nope.”
“But I am.” I place a soft kiss to his lips.
“We really should remedy this situation,” he says, gently brushing a finger over my stomach and under the edge of my shirt.
“I agree.” I cross my arms between us and lift the shirt over my head, discarding it on the couch beside us.
His eyes immediately flash down to my chest. Using his index finger, he traces the line of my cleavage.
“You’re cheating.” He drags his finger over the fabric of my bra, biting his lip as he once again watches my nipples become hard.
“Oh, sorry. I definitely wouldn’t want to cheat.” I reach back and unclasp my bra.
AS I drop my bra to the floor, my eyes return to Caleb’s. With that damn sexy smirk on his face, he stares into my eyes. Gradually, he slides them down to my breasts and thankfully doesn’t keep me waiting. His hands immediately lift and begin exploring the swells of soft flesh. I sway and shudder when his rough fingers brush over my hard nipples. A moan forces its way from my throat, and I boldly push my chest into his hands.
My body may know what it wants, but I want to have some fun with this sexy man first. Ice sounds like the perfect addition to this undeniable heat.
Standing on my toes, I peck his lips and quickly turn towards the kitchen. I add extra sway to my hips as I move away from him, offering nothing but a flirty glance over my shoulder. Just before I cross into the kitchen, I spin around to face him. I pull my hair loose from the ponytail and enjoy watching him squirm as I back away. I can see his chest heaving and the promising bulge against the zipper of his jeans. Licking my lips, I turn and head toward the freezer.
I don’t make it far before I feel a warm, solid body press up against my back. My hand hurries to grasp the handle of the freezer door, but just as quickly, his fingers close around mine.
“Whatcha doing, Emmy?” he asks with a devilish tone.
“I’m about to make you beg.” I stare over my shoulder into his entrancing blue gaze.
“Shit. That’s too bad, because I was about to fuck you right here in the middle of my kitchen.”
A slight shudder runs through my body as I anticipate what’s to come. As he circles his strong arms around me, his hot breath is at my ear. He glides his hands up my stomach but stops just below my breasts.
The power struggle has officially begun.
“I like my idea better,” I lie, pressing my ass into his cock.
He groans into my neck and the vibrations from his throat tickle my shoulder. Grabbing my wrist, still holding the freezer door, he effortlessly spins me to face him. When his lips meet mine, I can't stop the trembling that pulses through me. I hang on tight to Caleb’s strong shoulders as he begins to devour my mouth. I am so lost in this man that my mind barely registers his fingers flipping open the button of my jeans.
What seems like only a breath later, his hand is inside my panties, rough fingertips circling my sensitive clit. He quickly shoves down my jeans, and wantonly, I spread my legs to help him. He wastes no time dipping one long finger into my wetness, then another. An audible moan escapes from deep inside, and Caleb brings his mouth to mine—swallowing my cry.
“Caleb,” I exhale against his mouth.
“There’s no one else here, Emmy,” he says, sweeping his tongue against mine.
I can’t let him take charge of this. I want him, but I want to control it.
As my hands slide down over his broad chest, my fingers map the planes of his muscles all the way to the clasp of his pants. I undo the button and make quick work of spreading the fabric wide. It’s not exactly a secret that I’m eager to feel what’s hidden behind his denim. Nipping along his neckline, I reach inside his jeans and am met with the smooth, and surprisingly hairless, warm skin of Caleb’s hard cock. If it was promising in clothes, it’s revolutionary unsheathed. I wrap my hand around him just as I feel a hiss linger over my skin.
Hallelujah! He’s freaking huge, smooth, and oh so hard against my palm. I can’t even begin to check off all the boxes on my sexual wish list that Caleb has filled tonight.
Slowly, I begin to stroke him from base to tip. Groaning in protest, he slides his fingers in and out of me harder and faster than before. I can almost see his patience escaping him just seconds before he lifts me up and forcefully wraps my legs around his waist. It’s not exactly like I was fighting him though.
He carries me to the counter and gently places my ass on the cool granite. With one arm wrapped around my hips and the other inside me, Caleb doesn't miss a beat. I once again moan into his mouth and push my hips to meet the thrusts of his hand. I have no idea nor do I care what I look like at this moment. All I can think about is the rhythm of his pistoling fingers.
When I drop my head back, my hair cascades down my back, sending even more tingles over my sensitive skin. My body is thrumming with the intensity of unexpected emotion, but just before that feeling can shut me down, Caleb grabs my attention.
“Why do I feel like I just lost you?” He sucks hard against by bottom lip, his teeth roughly raking over it.
“There’s no one else here, Caleb.” I throw his words playfully right back at him— biting his top lip in the process. “Now stop talking and get to work.”
He smiles, and it burns like I’m looking at the sun. So. Fucking. Perfect. I hate his cocky ass sometimes. That’s what I want to think, feel, and say. However, one look at that confident grin and I know I’m here to stay. Fortunately—or unfortunately—Caleb must feel it too.
His lips slide down to my neck, over my collarbone, and back up my neck to the tip of my chin. His mouth is soft and wet, and it’s slowly driving me wild. I lift my head, eyes closed, lost in the emotion and overwhelming pleasure that I secretly knew he would bring to me.
"Open your eyes. I don’t want you to disappear again," he breathes.
I have no choice but to obey
his command and slowly open my eyes.
“I never left.” I blink, focusing my hazy gaze on his strong, handsome face.
Caleb’s rhythm slightly falters as his eyes meet mine. I try not to read into that small reaction, but I’m shocked by the intensity staring back at me.
"You're fucking beautiful," he says in a voice so rough and deep it sounds—and feels— like liquid sex sliding over my body. As he presses his thumb to my swollen clit and curling his fingers inside me, I feel the ache starting to build. He ghosts his lips over my neck, wetting my skin with his hot mouth. "Come on, Emmy. I need to get inside you, but I want you to come first.” His words and the feel of his breath on my skin are enough to light the blaze that is burning inside me.
Never taking my eyes off of his, I come so hard that, if Caleb weren’t holding on to me, I might have fallen off the counter. I ride his fingers until my orgasm begins to subside. With lust still roaring in my eyes, he brings his fingers to his mouth and slowly slides them in one by one, licking and sucking every last drop of my release.
My orgasm-induced fog is thick, but my eyes still drift down his hard body and land on his cock. The corner of my lips tip up an inch at the very thought of him moving inside me.
“I believe I owe you a little something,” I say, placing a hand on his hard stomach. I give him a slight push and hop off the counter.
“You don’t owe me anything, but I’m sure as hell going to take it anyway,” he says, grabbing my ass and pressing against me.
His eyes have grown dark, and his skin is flushed and damp with sweat. My legs are a little wobbly, and I pause a minute to make sure they still work. Giggling under my breath, I grab him by the waist of his jeans and turn towards his bedroom. With a wink, I drag him after me down the hall. Caleb doesn't complain and remains quiet behind me, but his facial expression hits me right on the clit.
That. Fucking. Smirk. It’s going to be the death of me.
Oh yeah. It’s my turn to play now.
When we reach his bedroom, I push Caleb in front of me and close the door with a loud click. He stands still, watching my every move with hooded eyes.
“Condom?” I ask as he stands frozen in the middle of the room—clearly enjoying the show.
He doesn’t utter a word, but his eyes point to the drawer on his nightstand. I walk around him and open it to pull out a condom and—what do you know—a brand-spanking-new bottle of lube.
“You won’t be needing that,” he says, licking his lips.
Dirty fucker. I am going to wipe that smirk right off his face.
“Who says it’s for me?” I offer him a sexy smile of my own.
He shakes his head and silently laughs while staring at the ceiling.
Moving in front of him, I place my hands on his stomach and slide them inside of his jeans. I push his pants down his muscular hips and over his very eager erection. I’ve been with men before…but fuck, I already know Caleb is going to be amazing. Even if he just lies there, I could ride my way to multiple orgasms with what he’s packing. My pussy is so wet I can feel it drip on the inside on my thigh, reminding me of my nudity. I squat, forcing his jeans all the way to the ground. I look up commandingly, urging him to step out.
Before he follows my unspoken directions, he reaches forward to tug my nipple.
Was that a fucking challenge?
I lock my legs and rise, strategically dragging my breasts over his dick and up his chest. His resounding groan matches the moan caught in my throat.
“Hey, you,” I say, pausing as we both stand completely naked in the middle of his bedroom.
He swipes his tongue out and across my lips before responding. “Hey.”
Curling his arm around the small of my waist, he pulls me a step closer. But I place my palm against his stomach to keep a fraction of an inch between us. What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait? Apparently Caleb missed that memo, because his hand comes up and grips my wrist, pulling it aside and closing the invisible gap. My eyes meet his, and my legs almost give out from his smoldering look. I wonder if he can see that I’m vibrating, because I have zero doubt that I am right now.
This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and he hasn’t even been inside me yet.
Taking a deep breath, I move a few inches in his direction, forcing him backwards and his legs to hit the bed. With less than a gentle shove, I push him down on the bed. I quickly straddle his thighs and push his shoulders down to follow his body.
"Move to the top of the bed," I demand with a sexy purr.
His muscles move and tighten as he follows the order. He pauses for a brief second during his ascent. Rebelliously, his hand snakes forward, gripping the back of my hair, and pulls me in for a borderline painful kiss. I melt into him as his tongue skillfully plunders my mouth. Unable to fight it any longer, I begin to climb the bed—and his body—to take what his hard-on clearly states he is offering.
“No, carry on. I’m enjoying this.” He pushes me away, his thick cock slapping his stomach as he shifts all the way to the top of the bed.
I watch him for a minute to see if he is patronizing me, but his hands clenching the sheet beside him give him away.
Carry on. My. Fucking. Pleasure.
I stalk up his body like he's my prey. Stopping at his cock, I slide my tongue over my lips—making sure my breath hits him, but nothing else. Just as I hoped, it twitches, and he lets out a groan. Darting my tongue, I slide it up his hard shaft and back down the other side.
“Fuck, Emmy.”
Caleb's muscles tighten under my legs, and I smile as I wrap my mouth around the tip of his cock and quickly devour him—sliding him all the way to the back of my throat. I hear a strangled, “Fuck,” growled from above me. He tastes so good that I hum my approval around him.
“Emmy, fuck...” Like a flash, he reaches down and grabs me under the arms. He slings me up the bed and rolls so he tops me. “I get it. You want to run this…and as sexy as that is…that’s not the way it’s going to happen.”
“Really? I beg to differ.” I sling a leg over his hips and forcefully roll him over to his back.
He lets out a quick laugh but goes over easily. “Oh, Emmy. I love to hear you beg,” he says, humorously submitting to me as I push his hands over his head.
I grab the condom off the nightstand and tear it open with my teeth, I roll it down his strained erection like a pro. With one hand wrapped tightly around his dick, I run the fingers of my other hand between my legs and through my folds. My fingers slide back and forth with ease—looks like I won't need that lube after all. I position him at my entrance and slide his hard cock over my wet slit just for good measure. Catching his eyes with mine, I press his tip inside me and we both moan as I slowly sink down on top of him. I take a minute and let my body adjust to his size and catch my breath. All the moisture in the world couldn’t have prepared me for this. Fuck. Caleb Jones just claimed me without even moving.
His hands come up and grip my hips, pulling me off balance. I fall forward, catching my body with an arm by his head. My hair falls like a curtain around us. I don't take my eyes off him as I start to ride. His hands stay on my hips, flexing his fingers every few strokes. The burn starts within, and I know with this man it won't take long for my orgasm to take over. Seeking out that spot where my world falls apart, I move faster above him. His eyes go from hooded in lust to some other emotion I can't I figure out with my foggy brain. Whatever. I’ll worry about it later.
I fuck him hard, forgetting the whole screwed-up world around us.
“Damn it. Slow down, Emmy. This isn’t a race," I hear him whisper hoarsely, but I'm so lost in feeling that it sounds a million miles away.
"No, don’t stop. I’m close," I moan and greedily grind down on him. I hear him chuckle, and I flash my eyes to his. He's smirking at me. Of course he is.
“You’ve had your fun, sweetheart, but let me show you who's really in control here.”
With a yelp, I’m pi
cked up and flipped over. Caleb somehow magically manages to stay in me the entire way over.
"Hold on to the headboard, baby." The look in his eye has me complying without question.
Fucking me hard, fast, and deeper than I ever thought possible, he shows me exactly who’s in control, and as much as I want to hate it—I fucking love every second.
A sheen of sweat covers his body, and I rake my nails down his back as I quicken.
"Oh God, Caleb!" I writhe under him.
I hear him growl as I tighten around his dick. With one last thrust, he stills and shakes as he empties his release inside me. It feels like he is coming forever, but he finally drops on top of me with a sigh. With a sated smile, he kisses my lips several times before looking into my eyes.
"That, Emmy, was one hell of a good time.”
I give Caleb my best sexy smile and pull him down so he hovers just over my lips. "You are a fucking asshole, Caleb Jones, but I think I love your cock."
I feel him as he laughs out loud. His whole body shakes, and the movement sparks something inside me anew.
“Round two?” I ask, rolling my hips as he softens inside me. My words only cause him to laugh harder.
“Shit. As much as I’d like to say hell yeah, I think it’s wiser for me to start a cold shower for you, because it’s going to be a few minutes before I’m up for more. Jesus, woman. That was amazing.”
He steals the words right out of my mouth. Although I would have used an exclamation point.
STARING UP at Emma’s flawless body, I know that another round is a few minutes down the agenda right now. Round one…I mean…shit. That. Was. Incredible. She drained me, and I can’t even begin to take inventory of the feelings that were flying off me. Shit. What is it about this woman that has me stumbling? Watching her try to gain control alone almost got me off. I’d love to say that I’m only interested in her for sex like I have been with every other woman since Manda, but there is no possible way for me to pretend that’s all it was. I need to take this somewhere else. Somewhere where my dick isn’t a pussy that’s getting all moist and sappy.
