Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
DREW
“God, you smell good.” I groan, burying my nose in Caitlin’s hair as I reach around her to unlock my front door.
Except before I can get the key in, I get distracted pressing kisses to her temple, her cheek, sliding my lips over her jaw and gathering her hair up, draping it over one shoulder so I can dot kisses down her neck, sucking on the spot behind her ear that has her gasping and rocking back into me.
I hiss as my cock slides between her ass cheeks through the fabric of her pants and then roll my hips forward to do it again, going a little lightheaded at the electricity that sparks under my skin. “Need you. Need you so fucking badly.”
“Inside,” Caitlin mumbles, bringing a hand up behind her to wrap around my neck, tilting her head to the side to give me better access. “Unless you want your neighbors to get a show.”
“Shit,” I mutter, shoving the key in the lock and turning it, kicking the door open and walking her inside with my chest pressed to her back and then slamming the door shut behind us. “No. No one gets to see you but me.”
Caitlin spins around and stands on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing her mouth to mine.
The kiss is deep and slow, wet and a little filthy, and for a few minutes we’re all panting breaths and moans and clashing teeth and tongues and bodies rolling in sync, easing closer until all the space between us is erased.
“I like possessive Drew,” she says with a gasp when I nip at her bottom lip and dart my tongue out to lick the spot.
“I think possessive Drew might be my favorite Drew.”
Leaning in again, I ghost my lips over hers, my hands sliding down to squeeze and knead her ass, cursing the layers of clothing between us.
“I think every Caitlin is my favorite Caitlin.” Grinning against her lips, I test a theory I’ve been considering for a few weeks, bringing one of my hands down on her ass in a smack that reverberates around the room, my grin spreading even wider when she moans, her hands tightening around my neck and her hips pushing backwards like she’s seeking out my hand again.
“I fucking knew it,” I drawl, smacking the other side just a little harder and chuckling when she shivers.
“Caitlin Parker likes to be spanked.” I lick a path up her neck and graze my teeth over her jaw, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin and her, and everything about it has me entranced.
Obsessed. On my metaphorical knees for her.
And I hope soon on my actual knees because I want to worship every damn inch of her.
“You’re the best kind of perfect, aren’t you baby?
No part of you wants to be in control. Not here.
Not like this. You’re messy and needy and you want to be a good girl for me and do exactly what I tell you. ”
“God, yes.” She moans when I slide my hands up and push them back down into her waistband, cupping her ass then dipping lower, gliding my fingers through her crack, over the strip of lace from her thong that rests there.
I put the slightest pressure on her tight hole, and when she sucks in a breath that ends on a gasp, every drop of blood in my body drains directly to my dick.
“I want to do all of that.” Tilting her head back, she locks eyes with me, and when she cants her hips forward, I have to bite back a moan of my own.
“I especially want you to spank me again and touch me again like you just did.” She bites down on her bottom lip, and it’s so sexy I could actually die. “This time when I’m naked.”
My brain momentarily shorts out at her words, giving Caitlin time to kick off her shoes and spin away from me, dashing up the stairs.
By the time I find her in the bathroom, she has her sweater off, hair tie yanked out, her hair spilling over her shoulders.
The contrast of her midnight-blue lace bra and golden-brown waves against her creamy skin has me two seconds from dropping to my knees right on the bathroom floor and begging her for the forever I’ve never considered with anyone else but it’s all I want with her.
“I need a shower,” Caitlin says, pushing her pants down to the floor, revealing the matching lace thong I just had my hands all over, and this time I do let out a whimper because fucking hell, she’s beautiful.
Perfect. Mine. And I know she knows exactly what I’m thinking because she smirks at me, leaning in to flip on the water. “Thought you might want to join me.”
If there’s a world record for undressing, I definitely beat it, because in a fraction of a second my clothes are in a heap on the floor and I’m backing Caitlin into the shower, unsnapping her bra and shoving her thong down her legs on the way.
“Do I fucking ever,” I say, pushing her against the tile wall and devouring her mouth.
Steam fills the shower, and our slick bodies slide against each other, pressing closer as I wedge a thigh between her legs, groaning when she grinds down on me as I shove my fingers into her hair, angling her head back to take the kiss deeper.
“You in here with me, all wet and needy and already moaning even though I’ve barely even touched you? It’s a fucking dream.”
I slide my lips down her throat, my hands coasting down her sides and back up again, gliding over her ribs and around to cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples and chuckling against her lips when a gasp tears from her throat.
“My best dream ever,” I whisper over the pounding of the shower.
The only good dream I’ve ever had, I think, before shoving away the thoughts of what happens to my brain alone in the darkness of night and taking her lips again, teasing them open for me.
I bring a hand to her throat, holding her there lightly while I kiss her, pouring everything I have into it as her taste invades my senses.
“I’ve got a dream too,” Caitlin says, pushing me back just slightly with her hands on my hips.
Her hair spills over her shoulders in wet ropes and water droplets slide down her face, and my heart almost beats out of my fucking chest because she has never, ever looked more beautiful than she does right now.
“Oh yeah?” I ask, cupping her breasts and running my thumbs over her tight nipples, watching as her eyes go hazy with pleasure. “Want to tell me about it?”
Caitlin gives me a wicked grin. “It’s probably better if I show you.” The words are barely even out of her mouth before she drops to her knees on the wet tile floor, her hand immediately circling my cock, giving me one firm stroke.
“Motherfucker,” I grit out, slapping a hand to the shower wall and clenching my jaw as she strokes again, tipping her head up to lock eyes with me as her thumb smooths over my crown, collecting the precum pooling there.
When she sucks her thumb into her mouth, humming like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, I’m positive I’ve died and this is some sort of perfect heaven.
“You’re a fucking dream on your knees for me, baby.
You want to wrap those pretty lips around me and suck me down? ”
Caitlin gives me a contemplative look, pressing a thumb into the sensitive groove below my head, and my breath stutters as tingles race across my skin.
“I’ve never done it before,” she admits, and the thought of being the first person who gets to feel her mouth almost has me blowing already.
“Can you show me what to do?” She lets go of my cock and grips my hips, tracing the crease of my thighs with her thumbs, and the way my body reacts it’s like she has my cock in her throat already.
Fuck. Don’t do it, Drew. Do not think about teaching Caitlin how to take your dick in her throat or you actually will come before you get to feel it and that would be a travesty.
Taking a slow, fortifying breath, I look down at Caitlin, stunning on her knees, and gather her hair in one hand, fisting my cock with the other.
“Fuck yeah, I’ll show you what to do. I love that your perfect mouth has never sucked a cock before.
That mine will be the first.” The only, if I have anything to say about it.
“Open up, baby, I can’t wait to feel those lips around me. Your throat taking me deep.”
She does, and I rock my hips forward, sliding just my tip into her mouth, grunting when she wraps her lips around me and sucks hard.
“Fuck,” I bite out, tightening my grip on her hair.
“Do that again.” I pull out and push back in slowly, giving her just a little more of me, but it’s not enough for her because she slides her hands around and digs her fingers into my ass, pulling me towards her and taking me deep enough that I hit the back of her throat, feeling it constrict around me when she gags.
“Oh my god,” I moan out, my hand scrambling for purchase on the wall. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before? Because that felt expert-level.”
Caitlin slides off my cock and looks up at me with a smirk. “I really like being the best at things,” is all she says before taking me right back into her mouth.
“Oh holy hell,” I mutter as she pulls back, rolling her tongue around my tip with such perfect pressure I have to lock my knees to keep from collapsing straight to the shower floor. “You’re gonna kill me and I’ll love every damn minute of it. Again.”
Caitlin hums around me, her fingers tightening on my ass as I thrust back into her mouth, and the second I do, she glides her tongue along the underside of my cock.
A bolt of electricity curls in my belly, my balls drawing up, and there’s no way I’m going to last long.
Not with Caitlin looking up at me through wet lashes, a mix of tears and water from the shower dripping down her face, perfect lips stretched wide around my cock and eyes glazed with a combination of need and lust that makes my stomach tighten and pleasure gather at the base of my spine.
“Fuck, Catie, I’m so close already. Your mouth is fucking heaven. ”
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to hold back, but then immediately open them again, not wanting to miss a single second.
Caitlin pulls away slightly and immediately sucks me back down, bringing one hand between my legs to cup my balls.
And when she squeezes gently and hollows out her cheeks, sucking hard, my control snaps.
Wrapping my free hand around her throat, I run my thumb over the side of her neck, and when I feel the motion of her swallowing against my palm, it’s the hottest moment of my goddamn life.
“I’m gonna come right in this pretty mouth,” I rasp, my voice lost to pleasure and the way she looks on her knees, peering up at me with need and trust and something else that sets my blood to boil.
“And when I do, you’re not going to swallow.
Not one single drop. Do you understand?”
When Caitlin nods, eyes flashing and pupils blown wide, I wrap her hair tighter around my fist and roll my hips back, fucking her mouth until I explode, my vision blurring as pleasure slams into me.
“Don’t swallow. Don’t you dare fucking swallow,” I grit out, hips jerking as I unload into her mouth and then haul her up.
I press her back to the wall, crowding her body with mine, the sound of the water hitting the tile floor mixing with the pounding of blood in my ears.
“Show me,” I order. “Let me see it, baby.”
Caitlin raises a defiant eyebrow, and for a second, I think she’s going to refuse, so when she opens her mouth slowly, I go totally fucking feral.
Snaking an arm around her waist, I grip her chin with my other hand, using my thumb to open her lips wider as I seal my mouth over hers.
I suck my cum right off her tongue and swallow it down, groaning at the way my taste combines with the flavor that is so quintessentially her.
A masterpiece.
Fucking perfection.
My heart pounds and my head spins and all I can think is more, more, more.
More of this.
More of her.
More anything.
Everything.
All.