“If I say something bad, I could possibly break your heart?” She sounds surprised, as if she has no idea the power she wields with a few choice words.
Pulling into her regular spot, I put Gracie’s car in park before I cut the engine. “Yes. You could. You’re holding everything right now.”
I swallow hard, the silence surrounding us, growing thicker by the second. It’s quiet outside, and still so damn warm. No one is around. Feels like just the two of us in our own little world, having an extremely important conversation on an otherwise normal night.
I chance a glance over at her to find she’s already watching me. Her eyes soft and warm, golden and glowing in the dim light coming from outside. Her lips curl up in the faintest smile and the tension bleeds out of my body, slowly but surely.
“Wow. I didn’t realize you had it in you,” she says.
I frown. “I had what in me?”
“That you could be so sweet.” She reaches over and grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers together. “And thoughtful. And so…open with your feelings.”
“It’s not my usual style,” I admit, squeezing her hand. Wishing I was squeezing other things.
“Oh, I know,” she says with a huff of laughter. I can’t help but smile. “I like this new version of Caleb.”
“You do?” I lean in over the console, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to kiss her. To feel her lips move beneath mine.
“Definitely,” she murmurs as she leans in too, her gaze dropping to my mouth.
I take full advantage and swoop in, kissing her, keeping it light. Soft. Easy. Not pushing at all, which goes completely against my usual moves. Normally I push and push, going for what I want without hesitation, but this woman is…
Special. And right now, she’s still hurting. I can’t do what I really want—fuck her long into the night—but I’ll settle for this. A little honesty.
A lot of kissing.
Gracie opens to me immediately and my tongue finds hers, swirling around it, taking the kiss deeper. The temperature rises in the car, making me feel as if I’m burning up and when she rests her free hand on my bicep, I want her to take it further. Slip her hand under my shirt. Touch my stomach. My pecs. Maybe even rest her hand over my dick so I can show her what she does to me.
But I keep it chaste—for me. Mouths and tongues only, our hands still linked, her other hand on my arm slowly stroking up and down.
Driving me out of my fucking mind.
I break the kiss first and reach for the door handle. “Let’s get out of here.”
She doesn’t hesitate, exiting the car as fast as I do, both of us hurrying toward our apartment. Apprehension ripples through me as I wait behind her while she unlocks the door, worried Eli and Ava will be chilling in the living room and want to chat. We’ll have to pretend nothing’s out of the ordinary, and that will be difficult as fuck.
But when the door swings open and reveals the living room blessedly empty, my sigh of relief is extra loud.
Sending me a quick, questioning look, Gracie shuts and locks the door before turning to me. “Should we pack?”
I shrug one shoulder, hoping she’s not trying to get out of whatever we might end up doing. “It’s only for one night.”
“We can pack in the morning,” she suggests.
“Yeah, we can,” I agree.
She takes my hand and leads me to her room, closing the door when we both walk inside. I part my lips, ready to say something when she unexpectedly pushes at my chest, sending me toppling onto the mattress. I land with a grunt, another one escaping me when she crawls on top of me, her long, sleek body sliding over mine until her pretty face is hovering above me, our gazes meeting.
Molten gold tonight, I think as I stare into her eyes. I reach out, sliding my fingers into her hair, cupping the side of her head. So fucking beautiful.
“You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen me before,” she whispers.
“You haunt my thoughts all damn day,” I admit. “I’m looking at you like this because I can’t believe I finally got you where I want you. On top of me.”
She smiles, pressing her hips into mine. “We can’t do much tonight. I’m—scared.”
I stroke her hair and she leans into my palm, her eyes sliding closed. “After what happened to you? Are you still in pain?”
“Not really. I just—I don’t know. What if we do it and it hurts after? I don’t know what’s going to happen.” Her voice drops to the smallest whisper. “I haven’t had sex in a while.”
“Me either,” I confess.
Gracie cracks her eyes open. “Really?”
She almost sounds like she doesn’t believe me.
“When would I have time? If I’m not with you, I’m at practice. Or here. Or at work. Pretty much always with you,” I remind her. “I don’t want anyone else. I haven’t for a while.”
She grins, and she looks so damn pleased with my admission—and herself—that I smile in response. “I never thought I’d hear you say something like that.”
“Like what?”
“That you don’t want anyone else.” She dips her head, her mouth on mine, though she doesn’t really kiss me. “That you only want me.”
“I do. It’s true.” I grip the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. Our lips meet. Break apart. Meet again. “No one else.” I run my other hand down her back, across her ass, tugging her closer to me so she can feel my erection. “Just you.”
It’s on after that. Lots of kissing with tongues and heat. So much kissing. More than I’ve ever really experienced before.
Why the hell was I avoiding this again?
I push all other thoughts out of my head and concentrate on the girl in my arms, savoring her taste. The warm weight of her body on top of mine. Our hips are almost perfectly aligned and there’s no way she doesn’t notice my hard cock. It’s currently resting against her stomach and I lift my hips, trying to nudge her. Let her know what I want.
Damn I hope she wants the same thing I do.
She pulls away from me slightly, the sound of our heavy breaths filling the room. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
“I’m not pushing for shit,” I say, my fingers kneading one of her ass cheeks, keeping it on top of her clothes, though I’m dying to touch bare skin.
Fuck it, I am touching bare skin. I slip my fingers beneath the hem of her short shorts, touching the silky-smooth curve of her ass and she moans low in her throat, her lids fluttering as she closes her eyes.
“Take your shirt off,” she demands, and I move so fast, I practically dump her off the bed as she rolls off me.
The tank is gone in seconds and I send her what I hope is a smoldering glance. “Your turn.”
She tugs her T-shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. She’s just wearing a simple cotton bra, the color a pale blue that contrasts beautifully with her tanned skin. “We’re not having sex,” she tells me and I nod.
“I know,” I say, my gaze feasting on her chest. I reach for her, cupping both of her breasts, streaking my thumbs over the front of the cotton bra. “Take this off too?”
Gracie reaches behind her and undoes the snap, the bra springing loose from her body. Within seconds, she’s free of it, tossing it on the floor before she turns to look at me, topless. Her breasts are small, topped with tiny dark rose nipples and I cup them in my hands once more, testing their weight.
“Beautiful,” I whisper before I dip my head and pull a nipple into my mouth, sucking deep, savoring the taste of her skin. She immediately wraps her hands around the back of my head, holding me to her as I lick and suck and bite. She yelps when I tug on her nipple with my teeth, then soothe the sting with my tongue. I give her other nipple the same treatment, lingering on her chest until she’s shifting beneath me restlessly, her hands shifting from my head to my neck, sliding down to my shoulders.
I move down her body, raining kisses on her stomach, noting the way she trembles beneath my lips. I
feel the same way too. Shaky and consumed with need. I want to explore every bit of her flesh. I want to find out what she likes and what she loves. I want to learn what she tastes like everywhere. I want to lick her pussy until she screams and can’t see straight.
I want. I want. I want.
It’s a chant in my head, a throb in my body as I reach for the snap on the front of her shorts and undo it. Then slide the zipper down. She doesn’t protest. She’s as into it as I am, and I shift upwards, sliding my mouth over hers as I slide my hand into the front of her shorts at the same time, cupping her panty covered pussy.
She thrusts her hips forward, against my hand, her kiss eager. I twist my tongue around hers as I slowly start to stroke, gliding my fingers up and down the front of her panties, not wanting to press too hard.
Not yet.
More kissing. More petting. This isn’t my style. Normally I’d already have fingers beneath her panties, touching bare, hot flesh. Within seconds, I’d be balls deep, pounding inside of her.
My cock twitches at the mere thought.
“Caleb,” she whispers as I break the kiss to slide my mouth along the delicate line of her jaw, down the elegant length of her neck. “We should stop.”
I pull away from her, watching her from beneath my heavy eyelids. “Okay,” I croak, my cock screaming noooooo.
But I gotta do what the lady wants.
“I don’t want to, though.” She touches my chest, her gaze dropping as she maps my skin with her fingers, making me shiver. “I really, really want to continue.”
“I’m not pushing it.” I kiss her, my lips lingering before I pull away. My hand is still beneath her shorts, over her panties. “You want me to stop, I will.”
I’m about to pull my hand out of her shorts when she wraps her fingers around my wrist, making me pause. “Don’t stop.”
Slowly, I begin to stroke, keeping my gaze on her, watching her face. The look of pleasure on her pretty face. The way her swollen lips part as she breathes out slowly when I touch a particular spot. “Feels so good,” she whispers.
I lean in close to her, my lips at her ear as I murmur, “I can make you feel even better.”
She doesn’t tell me no when I carefully slip my fingers beneath her panties, encountering nothing but bare skin. Of course, my dream woman would have my dream pussy. Bare, no hair at all. Nothing but softness.
I delve deeper, my fingers parting her folds. She’s drenched, coating my fingers immediately and I’m dying to put my mouth on her. She moves with me, her hips lifting, her mouth seeking mine. I kiss her, drown in her, my fingers busy as I stroke and rub. Her clit is a hard little nub beneath my fingertips, and I rub tiny circles over it, pressing harder. She sucks in a breath, a whimper leaving her, and I swallow the sound, increasing my speed.
“Oh God,” she chokes out.
“I want to taste you,” I whisper. “Let me.”
She nods hurriedly and I remove my hand from between her thighs, lifting away from her so I can slip her shorts and panties down her legs. She kicks them off impatiently and I openly study her naked body, drinking her in.
Fucking stunning.
I touch her everywhere I can, my hands mapping her skin, fingers stroking, torn between watching her face and staring at the perfection that is her body. I dip my head, kissing her tits, sucking on her nipples. Licking them. Licking across her quivering belly. Dropping a kiss on one hip bone, then the other. Streaking my mouth across the spot just above her pussy, heat radiating toward me, calling me.
I slide down farther, until I’m face to pussy, and push her thighs open wider, kissing her on the left leg. Then the right. She lifts her hips, practically shoving her pussy in my face and when I finally rest my lips there, I feel a shudder move through her entire body.
Slowly I nuzzle her, breathing in her heady, intoxicating scent. Her hand lands softly on top of my head, her fingers threading through my hair as if she’s trying to keep me there.
Not like I’m going anywhere else. She’s got me completely ensnared.
I sneak out my tongue for a quick lick and she moans so loud I’m afraid she’ll wake up Eli, if he’s even here.
Not going to let that bother me, though. I lick her again, a little more thoroughly this time and she cries out.
Girl is vocal—this doesn’t surprise me. But damn, she won’t be quiet. Doesn’t help matters that I attack her pussy like a starving man who hasn’t had a full meal in weeks. I search her pussy thoroughly, my tongue everywhere. I suck her clit. I tongue fuck her. I tease the skin between her pussy and her ass, making her jump.
Making her groan.
I slip a finger into her tight pussy, then add another one. I finger fuck her and suck her clit at the same time, focusing on the way her breathing increases. How she practically smashes her pussy against my face. I lift my gaze to watch her, noting the beautiful flush taking over her skin and making her glow. Her cheeks are red, her eyes dazed and when they meet mine, I intensify my sucking and licking.
Until she’s a shivering, uncontrollable mess, coming against my mouth, my name falling from her lips.
Satisfaction rolls through me. Yeah. My name. Why that fills me with such a surge of pleasure, I’m not sure, but by the time I’m finished and I’m wiping the back of my hand against my mouth, my cock is like steel beneath my shorts, ready for its turn.
Gracie reaches for me and there’s no hesitation. She pulls me to her, our lips connecting, my tongue thrusting, giving her a taste of herself. She moans into my mouth, her hands everywhere, slipping between us, her fingers curling around the front of my shorts, squeezing my dick. And suddenly it’s my turn to moan into her mouth, which makes her smile. All while diving her hand beneath the front of my shorts, skimming the length of me with her fingers.
“You keep this up, I’m gonna come all over your hand,” I tell her, the urgency deep inside me growing with her every firm touch.
She laughs and continues teasing me, not saying a word. I hold my breath when she slips those magical fingers beneath my boxer briefs, her fingertips lightly brushing the head of my cock. I suck in a sharp breath and close my eyes tight, praying that I don’t blow too early.
This is something I don’t normally have to worry about. Over the years, I’ve gained complete control over my body, and I rarely come too fast. Hell, I haven’t done that since…God knows how long.
But I can feel my cock dripping with precum, and Gracie is using it as lubrication, slicking it up and down my shaft. She’s straight up jacking my dick like we’re a couple of kids sneaking off for a quick hand job before curfew hits, and I feel like an overexcited virgin who can’t believe there’s a girl willingly touching my dick and actually enjoying it.
“Jesus, stop.” I place my hand over hers, halting her torture. She lifts her gaze to mine, a little frown on her pretty face. “Just—hold on a second.” I try to catch my breath, pressing my forehead to hers as I close my eyes.
She’s not listening to me though. Shoving at my chest, she sends me onto my back and next thing I know, she’s on top of me, her mouth at my throat, her tongue licking where my gold chain rests against my neck. She explores my body with her mouth, giving the same exact treatment I gave her, gliding her mouth down the length of my chest, paying close attention to my abs. My stomach. She’s torturing me with her hot tongue and her wet mouth, her legs wrapped around one of my thighs and her damp pussy pressed into my skin as she grinds herself against my leg.
It’s fucking painful, how good this all feels, and she’s enjoying herself, I can tell. She’s loving every minute of it and I swear to God, there’s a secret, evil streak that runs through her. She gets off on tormenting me.
And I’m about to get off too soon, I just know it.
“You’re so hot,” she murmurs against my stomach, her mouth right above the waistband of my shorts. I want my clothes off. They feel too restrictive, like they’re fucking strangling me, but she’s right on top of them and I can�
��t do anything about it.
“I’m fucking burning up for you,” I tell her, not holding back. “Take them off.”
I gesture toward my shorts.
Gracie shifts away from me slightly, smiling as she reaches for the elastic waistband of the shorts I wore to work, grabbing hold of my boxer briefs too. She pulls them both down my hips, my thighs, and I kick them off, my cock springing up, eager to meet her properly.
Jesus, so eager.
“Um…” Her head lifts, her gaze meeting mine. “Wow.”
“What do you mean, wow?” Frowning, I reach for my erection, giving it a firm squeeze. A pearl of precum beads in the slit, and I’d give anything right now to watch Gracie lick it up.
Her gaze widens as she watches me, as if she’s completely fascinated with my cock. “You’re huge,” she breathes.
“Oh, come on.” If she’s trying to amp up my ego, it’s fucking working. But I know she’s been with her fair share of guys. Not that I’m thinking less of her for that, I’m just facing facts.
I’ve been with a lot of women. We’re on an equal playing field here.
“Seriously. Big.” She strokes it. “Thick.” Up and down she goes, her fingers tight as she squeezes. I close my eyes and pray for strength. “I need to look at you.”
She removes her hand from my dick—swear to God, a whimper leaves me—and she scrambles off the mattress, coming to stand beside the bed, studying me carefully.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, knowing I sound grumpy, but I kind of don’t give a shit.
Gracie laughs. “I want to really look at you.”
I throw my arms out, spreading them wide. “Here I am. Look your fill. Then get your pretty ass back on this bed and let’s resume what we were doing.”
The smile on her face is nothing short of absolutely gorgeous. Seriously, this woman…she is standing there naked like no big deal, not hiding herself whatsoever, which I appreciate. Her skin is still flushed from her earlier orgasm, her hair is a wreck, and she looks freshly fucked.
Not quite there yet, but if we keep going, that’s how she’s going to end up.
“You are perfection,” she tells me, her smile growing as she openly checks me out. “I mean, look at you.”
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