11. Naked in Your Eyes
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Naked in Your Eyes
Deja squeezed her eyes shut, her chest moving up and down as she took short breaths. Her nipples hardened, and the bumps on her skin raised. Her fingers dug into the bedsheets, and her toes curled.
"...relax, beautiful… if you want me to stop… I'll stop..."
Caleb's deep, gravelly voice was both soothing and exciting, simultaneously easing her anxiety and arousing her.
She wasn't sure if it was because she was still high from the adrenaline of thinking her ex-fiancé had somehow resurrected to torment her.
Or if she just desperately craved affection that didn't leave her completely terrified .
Her legs dangled over Caleb's broad shoulders, tanned from the sun he worked so long under.
"...do you want me to stop?" Every time he spoke, his lips teasingly grazed her puffy lips, dripping with her arousal.
"No," she exhaled breathlessly, gripping the bed tighter.
"...then, look at me..."
Deja's eyes opened. She looked down at Caleb on his knees with his head between her thighs. His hazel-green eyes seemed darker than usual as he stared up at her. A satisfied grin teased the corners of his mouth. "There she is. I like to look into the eyes of my favorite meal."
Deja scoffed. "This is your first time, Caleb."
"God, I know..." he groaned so deeply she felt him vibrate against the inside of her thigh. "I've been missing out."
Deja's head fell back as Caleb's tongue slowly dragged against her labia. Her breathing escalated as he gripped her hips, pulling her forward as his lips became one with hers. Sucking, teasing, and pulling as if trying to devour her.
His fingers dug into her flesh as he nipped at her bud, and Deja croaked.
She pulled his hair, not sure if she wanted him to stop or keep going.
Her hips moved to the same rhythm that his mouth explored her.
Steadily pushing her backward as his tongue burrowed deep inside of her.
Fucking her into a puddle, dampening his sheets.
"Oh god, Caleb!" She was vibrating. Her whole body was tense, yet shaking as she gasped for air. Why? Was she that deprived? Or was she-... oh no… she was just already cumming. Deja groaned, slapping her hand across her face, embarrassed. "I'm sorry."
Caleb chuckled as he peeled back, affectionately kissing the inside of her thigh before staring at her with warm eyes. "Are you apologizing for cumming?" he grinned.
"I didn't mean to cum that soon!" she groaned.
Shaking his head with a grin, Caleb stood to his feet and, leaning over her, grabbed her chin to tilt her head back until she met his gaze. "I'm not sorry for making you cum so soon. I'm only sorry that I'm probably going to wear you the fuck out..."
Deja looked at him, stunned and aroused. His eyes were warm, soft, and doting. Yet, behind them was a searing hunger. A caged lion eager to break free. He looked at her like an animal in heat. He touched her like he was afraid to break her, yet simultaneously wanted to tear her apart.
It was as if he were aware she was emotionally fragile, yet so in tune with how her body cried out for a pleasure he was all too eager to satisfy. Deja exhaled as Caleb lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue caressing her lips before slipping inside her mouth so she could taste herself.
"...if you want me to stop… I'll stop..." He had said that three times already. Deja didn't want him to stop. She craved him. Needed him to distract her from the chaos flooding her mind.
He stood tall, peeling his shirt off. His skin was golden, peppered with tiny, faded sunspots. Scar tissue lined the curves of his abs.
Deja flinched. Scarred men were bad news.
For a moment, she hesitated. Looking at him, trying to figure out whether this was a man she should be wary of. Or was she allowing her fear to cloud her judgment?
"Does it bother you?" Caleb asked, catching her concerned expression.
Deja looked at him anxiously. "My ex had a lot of scars. That should have been the first red flag."
Caleb tilted his head thoughtfully. "Scars tell stories. I can tell you mine if it will make you feel better."
Deja hesitated. If he was so willing to offer up his past in a way that Jax hadn’t, that already made Caleb different in her eyes. "Another time," she smiled.
Caleb held out his hand to her, pulling her to her feet.
Deja stared into his eyes as he affectionately caressed her stomach, his fingers tracing the stretch marks on her belly.
"You're undeniably gorgeous, you know that?
" he asked, holding her gaze. Deja swallowed hard.
She felt anything but beautiful. But the way he looked at her…
set her body on fire. "That wasn't a rhetorical question. .." Caleb said, kissing her fingers.
Before Deja could respond, Caleb spun her around and pushed her onto the bed on all fours as he mounted her from behind. He ripped open a condom before his fingers were exploring her folds. While his fingers worked her over, his thumb caressed her anus before gently pushing inside.
"Oh!" she said, surprised.
"...is this okay?" he asked softly, pushing deeper.
Deja nodded. "I just… didn't know you'd like that..."
Caleb hummed. "I want to touch, kiss, lick, and fuck every part of your body, Deja. If you'll let me..."
Deja's knees buckled as her pussy pulsated with need. "You can just fuck me now instead of teasing me."
Chuckling, Caleb removed his fingers but kept his thumb inside of her. "I love a demanding woman," he said, before abruptly thrusting himself deep inside of her. Deja yelped, nearly collapsing on the bed if not for Caleb holding her hips. He was almost painfully huge. "You okay?" Caleb grunted.
Deja breathlessly nodded before her body jolted forward. His fingers dug into her skin as his erection stretched her out with each thrust, sliding in and out of her, her arousal lubricating his shaft.
She panted heavily as the sound of Caleb's pelvis slapping against her ass echoed around her.
His thumb massaged her anus while his hand slid around her hips and moved between her legs, stroking her labia.
He pinched her clit between his fingers, and Deja almost came undone.
Every rough thrust hitting her spot, pushing her closer to another climax.
His fingers were relentless. His grip on her was strong, possessive, and dominant. Deja reached down to touch his hand when he tilted backward, bringing her with him until she was sitting in his lap.
"Oh god!" Deja cried out. Her head fell back against his shoulder while his dick filled her to the hilt. Her stomach made her feel heavy, but the way Caleb handled her made her feel weightless.
"...goddamn, look at you..." Grabbing Deja's chin, Caleb turned her head until she looked at the mirror hovering above his headboard. She was a sweaty mess. Her hair was wild. Her breasts hung to the sides. It was painful to look at.
"Look how goddamn sexy you are..." Caleb breathed roughly into her ear, jostling her body as he fucked her harder. Wrapping his hand around her neck, he pulled her head to the side before his lips were sucking her soft skin. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me feeling this damn good..." he groaned.
Her body writhed against him as his fingers played with her pussy, teasing her closer to climax while his dick thrust deeper, rougher, harder, and faster. She held her breasts just to keep them from slapping her in the face.
Crying out, she fell forward on her hands, her climax hitting her without warning. Her vision blurred, and her muscles tightened as her body gave way. But Caleb was already pulling out of her before he rolled her onto her back and sat back on his knees, settling between her legs.
"Holy shit, Caleb!" she blurted as he hooked his biceps around her thighs and slid his erection inside of her again. Her back arched off the bed as he held her body, fucking her into the mattress. "Oh god!" she gasped.
"I wish you could see yourself right now… You look so fucking perfect..."
Deja looked down to see Caleb smirking at her.
He switched his pace to long, languid strokes as if his hips were dancing.
"That's it, baby..." he said, biting his lip.
Deja couldn't believe this man was about to make her cum for the third time already.
She grunted as he raised her legs higher so that he could kiss her calves.
As her climax snuck up on her for the third time, she stared at the ceiling and saw spots. She swore she heard Jax's voice every time Caleb called her name. It terrified her.
But it didn't stop her from cumming as her entire body shook from the intensity of her climax.
Deja inhaled and smelled a familiar cologne. She immediately shot up in bed. "Jax?!" she blurted frantically. As her eyes adjusted to the room that wasn't hers, it dawned on her that she wasn't in Jax's room… but Caleb's.
A wave of relief washed over her.
The smell of pancakes tickled her nose before she forced herself out of Caleb's bed.
Grabbing one of his shirts, she slipped it on along with her panties and shuffled out of the room.
Rage Against the Machine blasted from the speakers as Deja entered his kitchen.
She spotted a shirtless Caleb in jeans flipping pancakes.
Her eyes roamed over his body. He was insanely beautiful. But it was hard to get past the scars. Especially the huge jagged one that ran the length of his back.
As if sensing her presence, Caleb glanced over his shoulder. A huge smile brightened his face as he quickly turned down the music. "You're awake."
"Food does that to me," she smirked.
Caleb grinned. "Sit. I made you breakfast."
"You know this is borderline boyfriend treatment," Deja teased, taking a seat.
"Well, I mean, after what I did to you last night, it's only fair I feed you," Caleb grinned, placing her pancakes in front of her. "Are you okay? I hope I wasn't too rough with you."