“What are you wearing to sleep in?” she asks me.
I whip off my hoodie, taking the T-shirt with it. “This. Well, I’ll kick off the shorts too.”
“You won’t be cold?”
I grab her hand and rest it on my stomach. “I’m hot.”
“Yes, you are,” she murmurs with a laugh as she pulls her hand away. “Fine.”
She kicks off her flip flops and I watch as she gets rid of the hoodie. And the sweatpants too. Until she’s standing there in a pair of black panties and a tank top, her nipples poking against the fabric like they’ve been doing all damn day.
Fucking distraction, those nipples.
“Keep me warm,” she says before she ducks down, flipping the sleeping bag open and slipping beneath it.
I join her, pulling her into me, our legs colliding, my dick brushing against her belly. I roll her over so she’s on her back and I’m on top of her, letting her feel every inch of me that’s been dying to get inside of her since the moment in the parking lot earlier.
I’d tried a couple more times to get in her panties throughout the day, but she’d always push me away, telling me to wait, or that it was in too public of a place. Which she was right. There’s no denying that, but I never got mad.
No, the waiting has just made this moment even more memorable. I feel like I’ve been dying for this pussy all damn day. Lying in wait. Being patient.
Now I can finally make a move.
“You uncomfortable?” I ask, just before I run my mouth along her jaw.
A sigh leaves her as her hands slide into the hair at the back of my head. “No.”
“Are you warm?” My lips blaze a path down her neck and I feel her shiver.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I’m gonna make you hotter,” I warn her, scooting down so I can rain kisses across her chest, just above her tank top. “You’ll be burning up in a few minutes.”
“Is that a promise?” She sounds so hopeful.
“That’s a fucking guarantee.” I shove her tank top up over her breasts, diving in so I can feast on them. Her nipples drive me out of my mind with lust. I suck and lick and bite. I pinch and nibble and flick my tongue over them. I kiss the valley between her breasts, then slide down her body, kissing her stomach. Her cute little belly button. The sensitive skin just beneath it.
With hurried fingers, I tug her panties down and she helps me, getting rid of them in seconds. I run my hands along the inside of her thighs, spreading them wide, kissing her everywhere but on her glistening pussy.
She rests her hands on top of my head, trying to guide me, but I resist. She groans in frustration and I lap at her clit. One quick flick of my tongue before I move away, kissing the soft skin on the inside of her thighs.
“You’re mean,” she whispers.
“It’ll be worth it,” I murmur against her skin.
“You better deliver,” she says, her voice stronger. As if she’s trying to threaten me.
Ha. She’s funny.
“Just you wait. I’m about to make you come so hard you’ll see stars,” I promise, shifting down to kiss the inside of her knees.
“Ooh, promise?” She rakes her fingers through my hair and I glance up, meeting her gaze. She’s watching me with an unfamiliar emotion in her eyes and a foreign feeling rises up in me, making me pause.
What the hell is happening to me right now?
Twenty-Four
Gracie
He is driving me crazy in the absolute best way.
Teasing licks and touches. His mouth so very, very close to where I want him. He pauses for a moment, his head lifting, gaze meeting mine. He stares at me for a beat, sliding his hand up at the same time, and it finds mine. He entwines our fingers, as if he needs the connection, just before he dips his head and runs his tongue through my folds.
I arch my back, seeking that magical tongue, needing more of it. He licks and sucks, his free hand moving between my legs to spread me open. I watch him the entire time, entranced with what he’s doing, how he seems to actually enjoy it, relishing my taste and response.
This man is just…a complete surprise. All the joking and sexual innuendos almost feel like a façade. A wall to the real Caleb, hiding behind the dirty comments and silly smirks. This guy has fucking depth.
Who knew?
Maybe I just didn’t give him enough credit.
Wait, I definitely didn’t give him enough credit.
He lets go of my hand to slip a finger deep inside me. I’m wet and open and I can hear his finger move as he pushes it in and out. I close my eyes, lost in the sensations of his fingers and mouth. It feels so good. I’m already on the verge of an orgasm, and usually it takes me a while.
But it’s like I get with Caleb and he turns me into this needy, horny addict. It’s so wild. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always had a healthy sexual appetite, but now that Caleb and I have broken past the barriers and given in to our attraction?
It’s like all I want is for him to touch me. Fuck me. Whatever. Whenever.
His tongue increases its pace and he adds another finger. My hand lands on the top of his head and I give his hair a tug, nudging him to the exact spot I want him.
“Right here?” he asks, his voice muffled.
“Yesss…” Oh God, he hits me right where I want him and I’m glad I’m not shy. You must show them where you want them and thankfully Caleb is a quick learner. He puts all of his effort on my clit while slightly curling his fingers inside me, nudging a spot that has me…yep.
Seeing stars.
Just as he promised.
He keeps doing it. Finger fucking me, sucking my clit. Lapping at it. Then he shifts away from it, licking me everywhere, even around his fingers, making a humming noise against my flesh that sends a jolt rushing through me.
Oh, God. That’s it. This is when I die. At night, in a tent on a beach, with Caleb’s mouth on my goods.
“Caleb….” His name falls from my lips with a keening cry, just before I buck my hips against his face. He holds me down, intensifying his efforts on one singular spot that has me coming in an instant. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, obliterating every thought in my head. All I can focus on is the ministrations of his mouth and fingers. How he clamps my hips down with his arm.
How strong he is, and how thorough. His soft, skilled mouth. His fingers.
Oh man, his fingers.
He’s kissing the inside of my thighs, rubbing his face against one, just before he lifts his head. I crack my eyes open just in time to see the grin on his face. How his lips and chin shine from my juices.
“Well?” he asks.
“Well, what?” I am way more breathless than I thought I would be. I clear my throat. Try to take a deep breath to calm my racing heart, but it doesn’t really work.
“Did you see stars?” He climbs over my body, his boxer briefs not doing much to restrain his erection. I can feel it rest against my belly, hard and insistent.
“Yes,” I breathe just as he kisses me. And it’s a dirty kiss. Full of fire and tongue and plenty of groaning on his part. As if he relishes my taste and wants to share it with me.
I kiss him just as eagerly in return, touching his face, my fingers drifting down to trace the stubble lining his jaw. It’s sharp and rough. Sexy.
Ugh, I can’t take this man. He’s too much. I’ll probably go up in flames before we’re through.
Before we’re through.
A sobering thought. One I don’t even want to contemplate right now.
“Told ya,” he says arrogantly as he swipes his tongue across my lower lip.
His cockiness is a turn-on. Caleb knows what he’s doing and it shows. “Are you bragging?”
“Yeah. I am.” He kisses me deep, ending it before we can get too carried away. “You like it though. You reap all the benefits.”
I pull him back in for another kiss, and soon we’re lost. In each other’s mouths and bodies. Hands everywhere. Cond
oms pulled out of the front pocket of his backpack, a string of them lying beside us. I help Caleb remove his boxer briefs, a selfish move on my part because all I want to do is put my hands on him. I stroke his cock, watching his face the entire time, his expression agonized as I push him to the brink, only to stop.
Grabbing a condom, I tear the wrapper off and roll it on him, dropping a wet, sloppy kiss on the head before I do so. And then I climb on top of him, slowly guiding him into my body until he’s buried deep inside.
I rise up, my hands pressed on his pecs, his cock slipping deeper. Just about as deep as he can get. Watching him, I start to move, lifting almost all the way up his length before sliding back down. The friction is unbelievably good. I’m taking my time, really enjoying the sensation of his thick erection filling me over and over. I close my eyes. Cup my breasts. Rub my nipples.
“Oh fuck.” I crack my eyes open to find Caleb watching me, his eyes glazed over. “You’re really putting on a show.”
I push my breasts together just for his benefit. “You like?”
“I fucking love.”
“Want more of a show?” I ask.
“Hell yes.”
I drop my hands from my chest and reach between us, where our bodies are connected. I touch his cock, circling around the side until I find his balls. They’re loose and warm, and I cup them. Squeeze them.
His eyelids flutter. “I like having my balls sucked.”
“Of course, you do.” I wouldn’t expect anything less.
I stroke his balls as best I can, but it’s awkward, so I give up and do what I really planned on originally.
And begin to stroke my clit. While I slide up and down on his cock.
“Damn woman.” He wraps those big hands around my hips, taking over the pace. Making me bounce faster. “Look at you.”
I toss my head back, letting him take command of my body while I rub tiny circles around my clit. That combined with his cock pushing inside of me is edging me closer to the brink.
A gasp leaves me when he bats my hand away and then he’s the one who’s rubbing my clit. His touch is rougher. Firmer. He rubs and rubs and I glance down at him, my lips parting as our gazes connect.
He has complete control of me and it’s…amazing.
My breaths whoosh out of my lungs in shuddery exhales. I’m whimpering. The orgasm is close. So close. I can almost touch it. Taste it. I lick my dry lips, my pussy clenching around his shaft, his fingers working my clit into a frenzy when it hits me.
My body shakes as I moan. My inner walls spasm, milking around his cock and his fingers fall away from my body as he starts thrusting inside of me with all of his might. In the near distance I can hear the crash of the waves on the shore at the same time that he comes with a shout, his entire body growing still beneath mine for only a moment before he’s consumed with the effects of his orgasm.
I collapse on top of him when it’s over, resting my cheek on his chest, the rapid thump of his heartbeat against my ear. He wraps me up in his arms, his hands skimming up and down the length of my back and lower. Those big hands spreading across my ass, squeezing my cheeks. His fingers tease the crack of my ass, there and gone in a flash, and I lift my head to look at him.
“Ass play gets me going,” he admits.
I raise a brow. “I’ve not done much ass play.”
“Me either. Most girls freak out,” he says.
My smile is slow. “I’d let you play with my ass.”
His expression is so earnestly hopeful, I can’t help but think he looks adorable. Which is funny, considering what we’re talking about. “Yeah?”
I nod. “But not right now. I don’t want sand in my crack.”
He laughs, squeezing me close, his hands far away from my butt. “Gracie, you’re the coolest chick I’ve ever been with.”
This sounds like a true badge of honor, considering he’s been with a lot of women. “Gee, Caleb. I’m thrilled.”
Cupping my chin, he tugs, until I’m crawling toward his mouth and kissing him, his cock slipping out of my body. “I’m gonna fuck you again. A couple more times before the sun comes up.”
I yawn. “I don’t know. I’m kind of tired.”
“I’ll wake you back up.”
He rolls me over so he’s the one who’s on top.
And then proceeds to make good on his promise.
We’re driving home the next afternoon, both of us exhausted but content. Quiet. My phone is plugged in and we’re listening to one of my playlists I made earlier this summer. The song is called “Trust” by Brent Faiyaz, and while I’m not that familiar with his music, I’m totally jamming to the mellow tune, nodding my head to the beat, absorbing the lyrics.
You told me I could trust you, don’t lie.
“Is that true?” he asks me out of nowhere. “Those lyrics. Can I trust you?”
I glance over at him with a frown. That’s usually my line. I’m the one who hitches myself to the most untrustworthy motherfucker on the planet. Well, not always, but especially early on, I dealt with a few, shall we say, shady characters. “Yes, you definitely can—but what exactly are you referring to?”
“Can I trust that when we return home, you won’t diss me? Pretend I don’t exist?” He concentrates on driving, but he’s gripping that steering wheel with all he’s got. Practically white knuckling it. He seems…
Stressed.
About me?
“This trip was so much fun,” I tell him, reaching out so I can rub his thigh. It’s as hard as a rock.
A shiver steals through me. His muscles are such a total turn-on.
“Yeah. I thought so too.” He grabs my hand before I can shift it away, bringing it to his mouth and dropping a kiss on the back of it before he releases his hold on me. “But I don’t want to act like it never happened once we get back home.”
I absorb what he’s saying, trying to decipher it. “You want our friends to know about us?”
“They already know, Gracie. You’re the one who’s been in denial the last few months. I’ve been denying it too.”
“Denying what?”
“That we’re together—and that we’re good together, too.”
He’s right. We are good together. It’s been fun.
Wait. It’s more than that. It’s not just fun with Caleb, it feels…
Right.
So right.
“What are you saying, Caleb? Are you wanting a commitment from me?”
“Only if you’re willing to give it.” His jaw is tight and I can tell he’s nervous. Afraid I’m going to take a pass. Or run away. Find someone else to fixate on for a while, which is what I usually do.
But my mind is one hundred percent focused on him. He’s what I want. No one else.
Just Caleb.
“I have a question for you,” I say and he gives me a quick, startled glance.
“What is it?” he asks warily.
“Um, Caleb Richard Burke?” Oh God. I sound vaguely terrified. “Will you be my boyfriend?” My voice, my expression, my everything is sincere though.
Now I’m the one shaking. Scared. Nervous.
He sends me another look, one I can’t figure out, and the next thing I know, he’s pulling over to the side of the road, kicking up a cloud of swirling dust with the truck tires before he puts the vehicle in park and turns to fully face me.
“Fuck yes,” he says, just before he reaches for me.
I go to him willingly, quickly undoing the seatbelt so I can climb into his lap, the steering wheel digging into my back, but I don’t care. I kiss and kiss him, all over his face, his nose, his chin before returning to his seeking lips. He kisses me back with equal abandon.
“Yes,” he keeps murmuring. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Yes.
Twenty-Five
Caleb
September
“I hate you,” Eli says to me out on the field, right in the middle of practice.
Resting my hands on my hips,
I glare at him. “What the fuck did I do to you?”
“You’re getting some on the goddamn regular, and I’m jealous,” Eli practically spits at me, just before he does actually spit, right on the grass.
I can’t help but start laughing, which only infuriates him further. “Go ahead, Burke. Laugh all you want,” he says. “I’m tempted to kick your ass out here in front of everyone!”
Diego appears out of nowhere, jogging over to where we’re standing, stopping right between us. “Hey. What’s your guys’ problem?”
“He hates me.” I wave a hand at Eli, still chuckling.
Eli doesn’t appear amused at all. It’s already late September. Ava is long gone, away at San Diego State and from what I hear, she’s thriving. Loving every minute of it.
While our boy Eli looks like he wants to murder me because I’m…what? Having sex with Gracie regularly, while his girl is three hundred miles to the south of us?
Diego glances over at Eli. “Bro, why you hatin’ on Caleb?”
“I hate his smug face.” Eli points right at me. “Look at him.”
Diego does exactly that, looking at me before returning his gaze to Eli. “What about him?”
“He’s a dick.”
“Eli, Jesus. What is your problem?” I ask, throwing my arms up in the air. “I know you miss your girl, but damn. Give me a break.”
We always get along, Eli and me. We have similar personalities, so you’d think we’d clash, and back in the day, when we viewed each other as the enemy, we did.
But once we got to know each other, we became fast friends. So this, I hate you tirade, is…kind of unexpected.
A whistle blows in the distance and I glance over to see the defensive coach waving us all over to where he’s standing. “I gotta go,” I tell Diego and Eli before I leave them to jog over with the rest of the defensive line to hear whatever coach wants to tell us.
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