Chapter 23 #2
“You’ve got your place,” I assure her and pull her tighter against me, “right here.” My thumb draws a circle over her cheek, and her whole face softens, eyebrows scrunching together as her eyes well up.
“Thank you.”
Her voice breaks, and she blinks her eyes shut, tears threatening. It doesn’t work, and a single tear rolls down her cheek.
“Apparently, I really needed to hear that.” She quickly wipes it away and leans her head against my sternum.
“I’ll say it as often as you need to hear it.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” She lifts her head, chin resting against my collarbone. “That was certainly one way to distract me. Do it again? Please?”
My only answer is leaning in and capturing her lips with mine. But this kiss is different. It starts off sweet, careful, but somewhere between a shaky breath and her digging her fingertips into my back, it changes into an inferno.
“Caleb,” she breathes, my name trembling on her lips. Step by careful step, she backs me toward the couch. I sit down, breaking off the kiss. Without hesitation, she climbs onto my lap and her lips are on mine again immediately.
She opens her mouth slightly and the kiss turns fiercer and more urgent, stealing my breath.
She runs her hands through my hair, pulling at it, keeping me right where she wants me.
As our tongues dance, my hands roam her back, feeling the curve of her spine, that little dimple on the small of her back.
She shifts on my lap, making me groan into her mouth. I’m aware of every little sound. Her breath. Mine. A happy sigh when my hands find her ass, giving it a squeeze that makes her grin into the kiss.
My fingers slip under her shirt, tracing careful patterns over her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, until they nudge against the lace fabric of her bra.
I open my eyes and meet hers in an unspoken question. One she answers with a slight nod and a grin that she unsuccessfully tries to hide by biting her lip.
My hand sneaks behind her back, and within seconds I throw her shirt where I think it might land on the coffee table and open her bra. Her breath hitches as she slowly lets it slide down her arms.
My pulse jumps and blood rushes to my cock.
She’s mesmerizing. Her cheeks turn the cutest shade of pink as I watch her take it off, my hot gaze burning into every inch of skin she exposes.
Fuck. She’s beautiful. Her breasts are rounded, the perfect size in my hand as I palm them.
“Caleb,” she whispers, out of breath. “I need you.”
Her hands cup my face, and I barely have time to react before she pulls me into another kiss. It’s bold and unrelenting and needy, but in the best way.
I break the kiss only to trail my tongue down her throat, leaving a wet path of goosebumps down her collarbone, and further, until I close my lips around her nipple.
“So fucking perfect,” I mumble before nudging my tongue against it, making a soft sigh slip from her lips as her hands run through my hair.
Fuck. We’re still on the couch.
This might not be as romantic as I pictured it, but I’ll be damned if the first time I see Lauren naked is on my couch. Without a word, I get up.
“Caleb!” she squeals, then bursts into a giggle. My hands on her ass keep her pressed tightly against me, and she locks her ankles around my hip as I carry her to my bed.
Once I set her down, she opens her pants, shimmies out of them and kicks them off the bed with a seductive grin playing on her lips. She crawls further up the bed, watching me through hooded eyes and cheeks burning a bright pink when I take off my shirt.
“Damn,” she mumbles, eyes tracing over my naked torso. “That’s what you’ve been hiding under those flannels?”
“I’m not hiding anything,” I say lowly and step out of my jeans, then climb on the bed, covering her body with mine. “Not from you.”
We stare at each other, time standing still. All the things I keep to myself, everything I hide from the world, I want her to see.
She reaches down to take off her panties, but I gently swat her hand away.
“Patience.”
Lauren narrows her eyes at me, lips pursed in a pout. I can’t help myself and lean in to kiss her.
“Don’t talk to me about patience. I’m a blissfully impatient person. I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed you,” she mumbles against my lips, her finger tracing a pattern along my rib cage.
“I’m right here.” She places her palms against my cheeks and looks at me deadpan.
“What I meant was, I need you to fuck me until I forget my own name and only remember yours.”
My cock twitches and I groan, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
“Please tell me you have condoms?”
“Fuck.” The realization washes over me like a bucket of ice water. “No.” I shake my head. “I wasn’t exactly thinking this is where the evening would bring us.” I palm her breast again. “No complaints, though.”
“Did you get tested recently?” I take a moment to think, massaging her tit absentmindedly, making her squirm. “This summer.”
“Have you been with anyone since?”
“No.” I quickly shake my head. It has been so long since I’ve last been with anyone, I might as well call myself a virgin again. “You?”
“I had my last checkup right before we moved here.” She bites her lip, eyes evading mine. “And I’m on the pill. But I really don’t want to get pregnant, and I trust you, but—”
“Hey,” I interrupt her, waiting until her eyes dare to meet mine again. “It’s okay. There are plenty of other things we can do.”
“But—”
“No ‘but.’” I shake my head and reach for her panties.
“You’re worth every second of waiting. That’s the end of the discussion.
Now, how about you shut up and let me make you come?
” She looks adorable when she blushes. “We’ll revisit the ‘fuck you until you forget your name’ conversation next time, alright? ”
“Okay, okay. If you insist.” She giggles and lifts her butt. I pull them down her legs and throw them off the bed. She takes my face between her hands and pulls me up until we’re face to face. “Thank you.”
“Don’t you fucking dare thank me. Not for that.” I capture her lips with a kiss.
As my fingers draw random patterns up her thighs, she squirms underneath me. I break the kiss to trace a path on her skin with my lips and tongue, exploring her slowly, savoring every inch down her body. Her hands land in my hair, tugging on it, soft gasps falling from her lips.
My fingers dig into her thighs, slowly massaging their way up, until I reach her pussy.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I groan, running my finger through her wet folds. My cock throbs, achingly straining against the inside of my jeans. I press a kiss on the inside of her thigh as I find her entrance. “Is that how badly you want my cock?”
“It’s how badly I want you,” she corrects, her fingers tensing in my hair.
Carefully, I push my finger inside her, watching as her back arches off my mattress.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she groans, and lets go of my hair to fist the sheets instead.
I lean in and let my tongue find her clit, circling it softly as I push my finger inside her. I moan when her taste hits my tongue, sweet and… so her. I might just get addicted to it.
Slowly, I drive her crazy until she’s a squirmy mess kicking the sheets.
“Fuck, Caleb,” she groans. But I keep my languid pace, my cock aching more with every swirl of my tongue and sigh it draws from her lips.
I slide a second finger inside her pussy, earning a loud moan.
“Oh, yes! Right there!” Her upper body lifts off the mattress, then falls right back on it, hands running over my back, her fingers digging into my shoulder. She squirms as I push my fingers inside her, forcing them slightly apart, while trying to watch her come undone.
“Faster, Caleb,” she whines and I glance up at her from between her legs.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. The way she comes undone, hair messy and gasping for breath. I can’t fight the grin tugging on my lips.
“Where’s the fun in that?” I ask, making her pull harder on my hair, trying to direct my face back between her legs as I slowly fuck her with my fingers.
“Please,” she begs and pushes her hip towards me, but I shake my head and bury my face back in her pussy.
Fuck, I love how responsive she is. A hitch of her breath, her fingers digging into my hair, my shoulders, the sheets. I can see pleasure clouding her senses, her eyes staring into nowhere as I bring her closer to coming undone.
Her moans turn into whimpers, and by the time she stops cursing, I know she’s close.
“Caleb!” Lauren’s voice is coarse, and she’s reaching for me blindly. Her fingers glide into my hair as her breath hitches. Suddenly her entire body tenses, her walls tightening around my fingers as she lets out a loud moan, then starts trembling.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She whimpers and tries to stop my hand, but this is when I finally give in to her demands and pick up the pace, fucking her through her orgasm with my fingers. Thinking about how much better it will be once I get to do it with my cock.
“Fucking hell, Caleb!” she shouts, her thighs framing my head trembling, tightening in the most delicious way as she falls apart.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” I mumble against her pussy, glancing up at her face. Her eyes are closed, cheeks pink with pleasure. She tugs on my hair, moving her hips against my fingers until the shaking stops.
I kiss a trail up her body until our lips meet, carefully pulling my fingers out of her.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” I mumble into the kiss with a grin. Her hand reaches between my legs, giving my cock a lazy stroke that makes me groan.
“And I bet you will be too,” she presses out, continuing the motion.
She lets go for a moment, and when her fingers close around me again, I realize she’s coated them in her own wetness. The thought alone is almost enough to make me come.
“Fuck. It’s not going to take much for you to find out,” I murmur. Hell, watching her come almost pushed me over the edge.
She doesn’t start slow. Her hand immediately picks up a quick rhythm. The wet sound of her jacking me off, cock coated in her pleasure is fucking obscene and the best thing I’ve heard so far.
It only takes a few strokes to get me there.
“Fuck,” I groan, doing my best to keep my eyes open as pleasure zaps through me like a lightning storm.
“Going to come?” I nod, not able to voice an answer. “Good.” She grins, watching my face, stroking me, until finally waves of pleasure wash over me.
“Laur-” I can’t even finish her name before I come, coating her beautiful skin with my release.
She hums, clearly satisfied. “Yeah. I adore watching you come. We have to do this more often.”
My eyes jump to hers, and I’m not sure how to feel about the level of mischief I see in them.
“I’ll get some condoms for next time,” I assure her, leaning close for a kiss, still trying to catch my breath.
Her fingers find a stray lock of hair, brushing it aside before her palm settles on my cheek. Her thumb moves in soft, soothing motions over my skin, and I lean into her touch.
“You do that,” she whispers. “Though I’ll never complain about doing this again.”