Sixteen
Avery
Every atom of my body is on fire the second Kaleb’s lips land on mine, and it’s almost as if time comes to a complete halt while I bask in the flames. Relishing the burn, finding pleasure in it.
Just like the kiss against the tree, the hate-filled thoughts plaguing me fall silent, and I can finally listen to my body instead. Allow it to take charge for a change and just feel.
Exist the way I was meant to.
The empty beer bottles clatter to the floor, long since forgotten, as Kaleb’s deft fingers work their way under my shirt. He shoves it up my body, only to break our kiss to whip it over my head and toss it aside. My heart pounds in my chest as I do the same to him, peeling the fabric off to reveal miles of smooth skin and toned muscle.
My eyes map his chest and stomach greedily, both devouring and memorizing him.
Kaleb doesn’t allow me much time to ogle, though, before he grabs my chin and covers my mouth with his own in another searing kiss. He shifts while he claims my lips, pressing me back into the mattress in a way that has my cock aching behind my sweats. His mouth continues to devour mine as he brackets his arms on either side of my head in a way…fuck. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
And now that he has me where he wants me, he fucking consumes me.
He grinds his pelvis down, and I almost come on the damn spot when I feel his hard length rubbing against mine, even through the fabric of our clothing.
Something between a groan and a curse leaves me, and he chuckles lightly against my skin.
“You good?”
I nod, rolling my hips up into his. I’ve never been better in my life.
Kaleb’s returning grin is sinfully wicked. “Good. Just tell me if I’m going too fast.”
My body’s immediate reaction is that it’s not fast enough; it wants more. Craves it, like an addict in withdrawal. But it’s not the physical he’s talking about, and that’s what my mind catches on, if only for a moment.
For the briefest second, the darkness in my mind sneaks through the cracks and reminds me of how…wrong this is. How shameful what we’re doing is, and how disgusted I should be with myself for allowing it to happen.
But if this is wrong, then why does it feel so fucking perfect?
My brain is unable to formulate an answer, though, because Kaleb chooses that second to press his hips against me again.
A moan works its way from my throat, but he’s quick to swallow it down as his hips continue rutting into mine at a slow, seductive pace.
“God, being the one pulling those sounds from you is so much hotter than just hearing them,” he rasps, snagging my bottom lip between his teeth. “It’s fun seeing you like this. Turned on and panting beneath me.”
My cock throbs from his words and his touch but still aches for more friction.
He captures my lips again as his hand moves to my waistband, his fingers skating against my skin beneath the edge of the fabric in a way that steals all the oxygen from my lungs.
Emotions swirl within me like a tornado, each fighting for the spotlight, but the one I wasn’t expecting feels suspiciously like… relief. That even after all the shit I’ve pulled, despite all the reasons I’ve given him to hate me, he wants me the same way I want him.
Kaleb breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. His cheeks are flushed with desire, and those dark-green eyes appear damn near black, dilated with lust and need.
Two fingers dip into my waistband ever so slightly, curling around the fabric.
“Can I…” He lets the unfinished question linger between us, eyes remaining locked with mine while we both take a second to catch our breath.
I want him to touch me, and while the thought terrifies me, it’s thrilling at the same time.
So I nod.
Another seductive grin spreads over his lips, and he wastes no time closing the distance between us again. His mouth is more insistent now, molding to mine before coaxing it open so his tongue can slip inside.
My stomach tightens when his hand slowly drags my sweats down past my ass, taking my briefs along with them. Cool air hits my heated, sensitive skin, causing my bare cock to twitch between us.
Then his palm wraps around me, and I damn near die on the spot.
“Fucking perfect,” Kaleb whispers as he begins stroking my length.
His hand moves up and down my shaft at a slow, leisurely pace that quickly becomes far too much like torture. Pair it with the way his lips caress my throat, and there’s nothing to prevent me from becoming a panting, leaking mess beneath him; pinned down and at his mercy.
And he doesn’t make any signs of stopping until that’s exactly what happens.
“If you like this…” A low, seductive laugh leaves him as he kisses my throat. “Fuck, let’s just say we haven’t even started making you feel good, baby.”
Some mixture of a moan and a whimper leaves me at his filthy promise—one more feral animal than human—and I’d be mortified by it if I wasn’t so fucking turned on. From the way Kaleb hums in approval, he’s rather enjoying it.
Goddamn sadist.
“Are you ready for more?” he goads.
His smile is audible through his teasing tone, and when I witness the sight in all its glory after he leans back, my stomach flip-flops like a goddamn fish. He must realize what he’s doing to me, the smug asshole, because he takes it a step further by scraping his teeth over his lower lip.
Christ, have mercy.
I nod and let out a soft hum, not sure I can manage words at the moment—even one as simple as yes or please.
Thankfully, Kaleb doesn’t force them from me, instead pushing himself up onto his knees. I greedily drink in the sight as his toned muscles and tanned skin make their appearance, mapping every inch of him with my gaze before falling to the thick ridge bulging against his sweats.
His gaze stays trained on my face while he slowly hooks a thumb into his waistband and pushes it down until his cock springs free. He’s long and veiny, with a bead of pre-cum gathered on the mushroom tip, and if my heart rate wasn’t already kicked up a notch from the desire licking through my bloodstream, it certainly would be now.
Especially when the first instinct that hits me is to lean forward and taste it.
Absolutely deplorable!
I’m not sure if the alcohol is muddling my thoughts or if the lust flooding my system is too potent to fight, but either way, Shame’s voice is instantly drowned out. Gone before the venom could spread, swept away by the aching want sinking its fangs into me deeper than my shame ever could.
Kaleb’s palm wraps around his length, his attention still locked on my face as he begins stroking himself. With his free hand, he slowly pulls open the desk drawer beside his bed and retrieves a bottle.
Lube.
He pops the cap open, and all the air in my lungs disappears when he pours the liquid over my length, covering me with it. My fingers grip the comforter beneath me, the cool sensation sending another sinful zap of electricity through my body.
Jesus Christ, how the fuck am I this turned on?
He’s barely touching me, and I’m already set to detonate.
“I need you to tell me when to stop,” he whispers, drawing my attention back to his face. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah,” I manage to choke out with a nod. “I can do that.”
As if that’s all he needed, Kaleb releases his cock and lowers himself back down, covering me with his body. He captures my lips again, but in a kiss slower than the last. Less frenzied and more controlled as he grinds and rolls his hips against mine.
I’m on fire at every point where our skin meets, but the feeling of his bare cock bumping and sliding along mine might be my undoing. Well, that’s until he shifts his weight to one elbow, reaches between us, and wraps his palm around both our lengths.
“Oh shit,” I groan into his mouth before sealing my lips back to his.
The feel of his warm skin against mine is everything my fantasies have been made of. For years now, even if his face wasn’t the one attached to it until recently.
And for him to be the one giving this to me? After everything? It’s bringing out so many feelings, I couldn’t possibly unpack them all while his fist is wrapped around us.
Breaking the kiss, Kaleb’s mouth carves a path along my jaw before dipping to my throat. I’m on fire everywhere he touches me, lost in the pleasure and relishing the burn created by his skin on mine.
And, damn, I want more.
I wanna be consumed in flames.
My hands are everywhere after that; sliding up his back, gripping his shoulders, snaking into his hair. Anywhere I can touch him, I do, exploring and mapping his body while he takes us closer to the edge.
“You feel fucking amazing,” Kaleb utters, his breath hot against my skin before he pulls back. I can tell his control is slipping from the way his eyes have taken on an animalistic gleam, and that’s before his gaze falls to where he grips us. “God, and see how good we look together?”
He gives us another firm stroke, and I glance down in time to watch him smear the pre-cum leaking from our tips down the length of our shafts.
The sight is sinfully erotic.
Just not as much as the filthy grin on his lips.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my balls getting heavy with the need for release. “I’m close.”
Slamming my eyes closed, I do my best to get lost in the delicious friction of his cock against mine. His mouth brushes mine, and he takes his time licking and nipping at my lips before sealing his own against them. Fuses them down to the atom while our tongues flick and tangle together.
A sharp zing of impending release hits me in the stomach, and I gasp against his lips. He must take it as a negative sound, though, because he quickly pulls back to look at me.
“Should I stop?”
“Only if you wanna fucking die,” I pant, arching into his touch. “Because if you stop before I come, there’s nothing stopping me from burying you right alongside that stupid hatchet.”
A soft laugh leaves him, but he continues jacking us, squeezing a little when he circles around the heads. “Then by all means. Come for me.”
Kaleb’s lips trail over my jaw, peppering kiss after kiss to my skin as they move back toward my ear. The heat of his breath has my stomach tightening, desire slamming into me like tidal waves in an unrelenting storm.
He’s lost all rhythm now, his palm sliding over us in quick, rapid movements. My fingers dig into his hip, the other hand wrapping around the back of his neck, and I drag his mouth back to mine in a searing kiss.
It’s messy, brutal, and wholly fucking addictive.
I hiss in pleasure, my teeth sinking into his lower lip as release barrels down my spine at a break-neck speed. Unable to hold on any longer, I’m shot into the stratosphere while cum spills from my cock, landing on my stomach and chest in a sticky mess.
I gasp, trying to catch my breath while Kaleb continues chasing his own orgasm at a frenzied pace, jacking us from root to tip. He’s all rolling hips and breathless pants, and it’s a sight unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
“That’s perfect,” he groans while spreading the cum leaked over his fingers down our shafts. “I’m right there too.”
My dick is hyper-sensitive now, with every nerve ending feeling like it’s been hit by a cattle prod, but I don’t dare ask him to stop or release me. Not when he’s this close, teetering on the edge and about to fall into peaceful oblivion.
I feel his cock pulse against mine before another round of cum lands on my torso, mixing with my own release. He works himself through his orgasm, letting out a guttural moan loud enough to wake the dead as his forehead drops to mine.
“Ohholyfuckingshit,” he moans in a single breath, lips mere inches away from mine.
Inches that feel like miles until he closes the distance with a hard, searing kiss.
His movements cease and his hand releases us, but our kiss carries on until he collapses on top of me. He shifts, keeping the majority of his weight on his elbows, and I find myself wishing he wouldn’t. I wanna be pinned down and smothered by him; crushed until I’m nothing more than finely ground powder beneath his body.
Anything to keep me in the moment, to keep the self-loathing from snaking its way in. I can already feel Shame clawing its way out of the darkest recesses of my mind, waiting in the shadows like a viper ready to strike.
I focus on Kaleb’s steady heartbeat against my chest instead, racing the rhythm of my own as we come down from our high in peaceful silence.
Out of nowhere, I’m smacked in the face with something he let slip in the heat of the moment. I’d almost missed it—I think I did when he actually said it—but now…
“You heard me in the shower.”
Kaleb’s body tenses infinitesimally before he pulls back. Two green eyes search my face for a brief second, seemingly gauging what my reaction might be, before he murmurs, “It’s possible, yes.”
I wasn’t expecting him to admit it. Kinda makes me wonder what else I can get him to fess up to. So, with a soft hum, I press further. “And is it also possible that the state I caught you in was because of what you were hearing?”
A sheepish grin pulls at his lips, but what floors me is the way his cheeks and ears tint pink at my statement. I don’t think there’s ever been a moment where I’ve seen Kaleb LaMothe embarrassed, even when he was stark naked and hard in front of me.
Though, apparently, bringing it up is enough to do the trick.
“Like I said. I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t attracted to you.”
A smile threatens to spread over my lips, but I manage to hold it back.
“Technically still are one, Mr. Don’t Come Looking For A Repeat.” I tap my fingers against his side in thought. “Are we still sticking by that threat, by the way?”
After an orgasm like the one I just had, I certainly hope that statement no longer rings true. I don’t think I’ve felt a high like that in my life, and I know I’d love to feel it again.
Disgu—
Kaleb’s laughter cuts through the poisonous thoughts, and he rolls over to his side. My attention shifts along with him, and I find him smirking down at me knowingly.
Smugly, like always. Yet, for the first time, I don’t exactly hate it.
“We’ll see how you feel in the morning, hmm?”
Considering the claws already piercing my mind, I think that’s probably a good idea.