Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
Caleb
First kiss.
First…kiss?
The firm warmth of her pussy against my thickening cock is an extravagance.
My balls swell and tighten, drawing high, become a sturdy pedestal for my erection.
Oh lord, I can’t help but bounce her a few times, feeling her weight lift and land, cradling my length a little more securely each time through her thin panties. The irony of saints being celibate is that only a saint could deserve this feeling. This coursing current of relief that I’m finally going to be cock-deep in my obsession.
But she is only asking for a kiss.
A first real kiss.
Of course, we both know she kissed her lackluster husband on her wedding day. Had no choice but to do so. But I understand what she’s doing. She’s erasing her bad memories with good ones. Overpowering the terror of what took place in this room. Outshining her real first kiss with a better one. Bet your ass I’m going to deliver.
She won’t even remember her wedding day when I’m done.
She’ll forget she’s married at all.
I slide my fingers into her braided hair, turning us in a slow circle while I look her in the eye, absorbing every nuance of her angelic face. Her slow blink. The gentle flush deepening on her cheeks. Green eyes flaring with excitement and curiosity. I maintain eye contact with her until she closes the distance of our mouths slightly, then I meet her halfway, melding our lips together and rubbing right, left. Slowly. Letting her relax into the contact, before I tilt my head a few degrees and sip at her mouth.
She makes a sound halfway between a moan and a gasp, her thighs clinging tighter. An innocent reaction that makes me desperate to maul her sweet mouth until she’s so horny and confused, she lets me take her virginity against a locker. But no, that is not how this is going to happen. She’s going to be with me every step of the way, because no way in hell am I going to let her look back on our courtship with resentment. Or the feeling of being coerced. Seduced.
“Do you want a deeper kiss, Ashley?”
Gratification spreads in my chest when she nods, no hesitation. “Yes.”
“Come here, angel,” I say in a low voice, opening my mouth a bit more, letting her feel my breath, absorbing the sweetness of hers. Our foreheads meet, the side of her nose pressing to mine, my lips delivering light suction and twisting, pulling her forward into me, so I can dive in deeper, slowly introducing her to my tongue with brief brushes that turn longer, hungrier, her little cunt getting swollen and damp where it presses down on my fly. “Do you want more of my tongue?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her thighs flexing around my hips. “Please.”
“Don’t say please, just let me keep kissing this sexy mouth.”
“I never want you to stop,” she whispers, then shakes herself, looking a touch self-conscious. “I-I mean…of course you’re going to stop eventually. I just—”
“Angel,” I say in a hushed tone against her mouth. “I’ll stand here kissing you for all of eternity if you ask me to. You don’t have to feel uncertain about anything you say to me, all right? I want to know every thought in your head, whether it’s well thought out or impulsive. Every. Little. Thought. Okay?”
Her eyes close and she nods.
I exhale, the sound rocky, due to the mounting pressure below my waist. “Can I hold you against one of the lockers, Ashley? You’re making me feel so fucking good and I need to get closer.”
“I…I guess that would be okay.”
I hesitate. “You guess?”
She searches my eyes. “I know that would be okay.”
“Good girl,” I say, heart pounding with pride. So much confidence in me. Don’t abuse it. Keeping our mouths locked, I take a few steps forward until her back meets the row of metal lockers and I angle my hips, groaning brokenly when my cock is able to grind and hold against that supple mound, her sweet gasp briefly interrupting our kiss, and I’m so lost in sexual need, I don’t take care to guard my words. The heat of my body simply translates to a sentiment and I can’t do anything to stop it from rasping up my throat. “There’s a little angel making Daddy very hard right now, isn’t there?”
I play those words back, shocked at myself for referring to myself in such a way, even if something is growling to life inside of me just hearing that moniker out loud. Common sense is telling me to jog back the statement, because it will be too much for her, too confusing, but I can only watch in fascination as bewildered hunger dawns on her features, my balls getting harder and sweatier between her thighs, possessiveness streaking down the length of my spine.
“Daddy?” she whispers, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. “Is that…what I should call you?”
Fuck yes , I want to bellow into her neck.
Calm. Stay calm.
“Why don’t we use it for a while and see how it feels?”
“Okay.” She inhales quickly when my cock surges against the swatch of her panties and I pin her rhythmically to the locker, while the metal creak, creak, creaks. “Can you keep kissing me now…Daddy?”
Dear God. I don’t recognize what’s happening inside of me. It’s like being anointed ruler of the universe. I’m already a large man, but I become a giant in that moment, my mouth capturing her little mewls, taking, her tongue no longer hesitant to meet and stroke mine, our bodies melting into one with slow yet rough squeezes of my hips up, up, up between her thighs, her head falling back now, tempting me to lick the length of her beautiful, young neck while she catches her breath, her fingers starting to tear at my hair, the collar of my shirt, our mouths mating in a frenzy that hints at how we’ll fuck someday very soon. Like long-lost lovers that have been separated too long.
“I’m g-getting that feeling again…”
“The one you had yesterday on the couch?”
“Mmmm.”
“What did I tell you, angel? Be selfish. This time, take what you need from me.”
Her eyes are glassy when they meet mine, her arousal making her even more beautiful. Rosy and vulnerable and ripe. “Are you going to take what you need from me, too?” she hiccups, her hips starting to writhe, rock, her thighs trembling.
“Watching you have an orgasm while I dry hump you is going to kill me, little girl. I’m going to make a fucking mess.” I slide my palms down her thighs and up beneath her dress, moaning over my first clutch of her unparalleled ass. Lord almighty , it’s so smooth and round. Taut. A temptation God himself couldn’t turn down. “We’ll make a mess together.”
“I’m having a…a-an orgasm, D-D-Daddy.”
I shove my mouth up against her ear, licking it crudely. “Hear that, Waylon? Your wife calls me Daddy when she busts.”
We hit our peaks simultaneously, her ass flexing in my hands, warm goodness soaking the zipper of my pants. Through her panties and my briefs, that liquid heat spreads between us, dampening everything, my balls twisted up like twin screws trying to drill into my stomach from below—fuck me fuck me fuck me—lust like I’ve never known boiling over and burning us both, our bodies straining, her moans echoing through the empty locker room, her legs shaking around me with pleasure this time, not fear, our mouths frantic, kissing in between satisfied exclamations.
I’m careful not to crush her when the bliss runs its course, leaving me wasted, swaying drunkenly on my feet. I keep her tight to my chest, nonetheless, unwilling to let her go, to break contact. Mine.
“I don’t think I’ll have nightmares about this place ever again,” she whispers into my throat, sending my heart back into a sprint.
“Only good dreams from now on, angel,” I say, kissing her thoroughly, letting her feel what she’s doing to me. Branding me. Owning me. Making me fall in love with her. But I’m not going to take it for granted that she feels the same way. What if through liberating her from her husband, she flies away from me, too?
Panic settles in—and with only two days left until her husband returns, I need to work fast. To make sure she’s free to choose me.
“How about I take you on that date tonight?” I say, kissing her forehead.
When her eyes sparkle up at me and she nods, so trusting, one thing is clear.
I’m not falling in love with her. I’m already there.