Chapter 30 #2
“Cay—I can’t—” My warning broke into a cry as heat detonated low in my belly, racing outward in wave after wave, until I was completely lost to it. I scrambled to hold on to the headboard so I didn’t fall into a boneless, quivering heap.
It wasn’t enough for Caleb. He didn’t stop.
If anything, he grew hungrier, coaxing every last tremor from me, licking me through the aftershocks until I was gasping and babbling nonsense.
My legs shook against his shoulders, my body oversensitive, and he held me steady, groaning like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
Another crest rose, impossible but real, building on top of the first. I was shuddering all over again, sobbing his name as a second climax tore through me, hotter and longer than the last.
As it ebbed, I slumped forward, my forehead pressed to the headboard, my breath coming in ragged pulls. Caleb eased me down, kissing the inside of my thigh with tenderness that didn’t match the way he’d wrecked me to my core.
He looked up at me, his mouth wet, his eyes molten. “Allie-girl,” he rasped, “I could keep you right here all night.”
“But I want to do that to you.” I scooted back as much as he would allow and tapped his swollen lips with my fingertips. “Let me taste you.”
“If you want…”
“Oh, I do.” My legs wiggled with impatience, making him huff a wrecked laugh.
He gave in, letting me slide next to him on the bed.
We lay in opposite directions, his body stretched long, his cock straining thick and weeping on his stomach.
I trailed my fingers over him, watching goose bumps sprout along his flesh.
When I made it to his cock, I reached beneath it to take his heavy balls in my hand, giving them an experimental squeeze.
“Christ,” he groaned, his hips jerking. “What are you doing?”
“Learning your body.” I traced the seam all the way to the underside, wishing I had all the time in the world to find out what my touch did to every inch of his skin.
Maybe another night. I was too impatient to feel him on my tongue.
I bent and licked, tentative at first. When his chest rattled like he was close to death, I became bolder. His taste drove me harder. Before I knew it, I had him between my lips, sliding deeper, sucking with more desperation than skill.
Caleb’s hand caught my thigh, lifting it high and open, then his mouth was on me again. I gasped around him, nearly choking. The shock of his tongue against my swollen flesh made me moan instead, the vibration pulling a curse out of him.
It was wild, clumsy, neither of us utilizing any finesse. My jaw ached, my head spun, but the more I sucked him, the wetter and hotter I became. Pleasure and dizziness tangled until I couldn’t tell what was making me tremble more: his tongue or the stretch of my lips around him.
“Allie—fuck—you need to pull off.”
I shook my head and sucked harder. There was no way I wasn’t getting the full experience.
His hips arched, and he moaned helplessly, giving in to me. A few more passes was all it took for him to spill into my mouth. So much, some seeped past my lips, and I liked it. Maybe because it was him, I didn’t know, but I wanted more of it.
When I’d sucked him dry, he gave my hair a tug, and I lifted my head, wiping my lips with the back of my hand, giddy and breathless. “Oh my god, Caleb.”
He stared at me like he didn’t know whether to apologize or worship me. “You’re…you’re giggling?”
“Yes.” I pressed my forehead against his chest, my whole body humming with joy and pleasure and satisfaction. “I’m so happy right now, I can’t even stop.”
He snagged me under the arms and pulled me onto him, taking my laughing face in his hands. “You are something else.” He shook his head, smiling at me. “I’m happy too. Don’t have the energy to laugh, but I feel the same way.”
I brushed my lips over his then tucked myself against him, listening to the steady beat of his heart. I’d been attached to him before, but right now, if I could have crawled beneath his skin, I might have. I wanted to be close to him.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked, trailing his fingers down my back.
“Better than okay.” I toyed with the hair on his chest, loving how it felt against my cheek. “I know that blow job wasn’t the most expert, but I think you enjoyed it.”
His chuckle shook me. “Understatement of the year. I don’t need expert. Your mouth is all it takes.”
“We’re lucky, then, since I have one of those.”
He reached down, pushing my chin up with his thumb, and touched his lips to mine. “A gorgeous mouth.”
“I don’t want to leave tonight,” I whispered. “Can I stay?”
Caleb’s arms tightened around me instantly, and his voice rumbled low in my ear. “If you tried to walk out that door, I’d hunt you down and bring you right back here.”
A startled laugh escaped me, muffled against his chest. “Why does that sound kind of fun?”
“Don’t get any ideas. You’re not going anywhere.” His mouth pressed to the top of my head, leaving kiss after kiss. “I want you here—with me.”
I tilted up to look at him. His messy hair. Sleepy eyes. The sweet little smile that sent another burst of giddiness through me. I grinned right back, unable to help myself.
We didn’t say anything else. We didn’t need to. I was pretty sure we both knew we’d found something special that was all ours. We just curled tighter into each other, trading lazy kisses and dopey smiles until sleep pulled us under.