Chapter Four
CHAPTER FOUR
Stevie
I let out a startled squeal, my hands grasping onto Caleb’s shoulders as my feet left the floor and I found myself cradled against his chest. Even though I wasn’t a petite woman, I couldn’t bring myself to protest because the effortless way he carried me was so damn sexy. So I held on for the ride as he headed down a long hallway, passing several rooms until he reached an obscenely large bedroom.
As soon as we entered, one of the lamps at the side of the bed automatically flicked on, giving me a glimpse of more floor-to-ceiling windows and navy and cream décor and dark wood furniture. He set me down on the king-size bed and walked away, unbuttoning his dress shirt.
“I want your panties off by the time I get back, which gives you all of ten seconds,” he ordered, disappearing into what looked to be the en suite.
I reclined back against the soft pillows, and he returned in five, before I had the chance to comply. He tossed a strip of four condoms onto the mattress and shrugged out of his shirt, distracting me with a glimpse of his toned chest and firm, lickable abs.
He snapped his fingers to get my attention, and I redirected my eyes back up to his face. “Are you looking to get spanked?” he asked, and I caught the playful look in his eyes, though I wasn’t opposed to feeling his hand smacking my ass.
“No, sir,” I replied impudently.
He smirked as he slowly unbuckled his slim leather belt, then opened his dress pants, frazzling my brains all over again as I anxiously awaited the strip show so I could finally see what he was packing—something impressive judging by the long, thick erection straining against the fabric of his pants.
“Panties off, Stevie. Now,” he repeated in a firm, gruff tone.
I quickly removed my underwear and tossed them aside.
He stood at the foot of the bed, his slacks unzipped, but still on. “Spread your legs for me.”
I arched a brow and kept my knees pressed primly together, just to see what he would do. “Bossy much?”
His gaze narrowed, but it was the predatory look in his eyes that should have warned me. “Bossy and impatient to see what’s mine for the night.”
He reached out and grabbed my ankles, and I exhaled a squeak of surprise as he dragged me all the way down to the foot of the bed, until my ass was on the edge of the mattress and my thighs were forced to spread open around his hips.
He gave me a satisfied smile as he looked his fill of my pussy. “ Much better,” he said, quickly removing the last of his clothes and kicking them aside before resuming his position between my legs.
His eyes were dark and hot as he ran his fingers through my drenched slit. “This view of your body while I fuck you is far superior, anyway. I can see everything. The bounce of your breasts as I thrust into you, the way your pussy is going to take every inch of my cock.”
I groaned, his dirty talk turning me on even more.
Completely, gloriously naked, he took his erect shaft in his hand, stroking the length and sliding his palm up over the crown, then squeezing the tip. If I wasn’t so desperate to feel him deep inside of me, I would have been on my hands and knees in front of him, eagerly sucking him off. Hopefully I’d get that chance…later.
Reaching for one of the foil packets, he tore it open and rolled the condom down his length. “Bend your knees back.”
This time I did so without hesitation, offering myself to him.
“Good girl,” he said, that seductive praise making me go all soft and gooey inside for pleasing him.
He dragged the head of his cock from my sensitive clit all the way down to my entrance, notching the crown there. Slowly, inevitably, he pushed his way inside, his eyes watching as his length gradually disappeared inside my body.
A groan escaped his lips, his expression infused with pleasure when he finally bottomed out inside me. “That first fucking stroke is everything ,” he rasped. “You feel incredible. So warm and tight around my cock.”
Our bodies were joined but he didn’t move. I didn’t think I’d ever felt so stretched, so full, so needy . It was all too much, and yet not enough.
“Caleb,” I moaned, gripping the bed covers and clenching my internal muscles around his shaft. “I need you to fuck me.”
“I’m getting there,” he promised, draping my legs over his arms to keep them spread wide. He leaned forward just enough to grip my waist with his hands, pinning my hips to the mattress so he was in control. “Just savoring the moment, and you.”
My breath caught at those words. “Savor me a little faster, please.”
“So impatient and demanding.” His eyes danced with humor as he leisurely started to move, giving me too short, unhurried thrusts. Pulling out a few inches at a time, then back in, teasing and tormenting me.
“More,” I begged, arching my back and trying to lift my hips to speed things up, but my lower body was his to command. “Harder…faster… deeper .”
“Such a greedy girl,” he murmured, though he gradually increased his rhythm, giving me the deep penetration and friction I craved.
I gasped as he slammed into me, both of us groaning as that restraint of his slipped. I bit my bottom lip, staring up at him. He’d told me he liked this position, of me spread open for him, taking his cock while he watched…but I also liked my view of him. His broad, defined chest. Those stomach muscles that bunched every time he drove into me. The way his jaw clenched as he tried to remain in control. The way his eyes glazed over with lust as he finally gave himself over to the need to rut because fucking me felt that good.
But still, he maintained that control I was determined to shatter.
Still holding me down and open for him, I moved one of my hands, trailing my fingers down my stomach as his hot, hungry gaze tracked where I was headed. I rubbed my clit, hard and fast, and with his cock driving in and out of me, it didn’t take long for my orgasm to crest. I rode the blissful wave, my head falling back and inarticulate sounds filling the room while my pussy pulsed around Caleb’s shaft, milking him, forcing him to give in to his own release, which had been my goal.
He swore beneath his breath as he slammed into me one last time, his entire body stiffening as he came inside of me, long and hard.
***
After our third round of sexual aerobics, I collapsed onto the bed on my stomach with a sated sigh, my dry spell officially over. Jesus, the man was a beast in the bedroom, fucking me three times in the past hour, all in different ways. I was going to be sore tomorrow, but I’d at least go home with a smile on my face from all the generous orgasms.
My body still vibrated with pleasure from the last one, and when I turned my head on the pillow and met Caleb’s gaze beside me, he gave me a smirk that held more than a little bit of arrogance. I couldn’t begrudge him that smug attitude. He’d earned it. His big dick energy definitely extended to the bedroom.
He rolled to his side, propped his head up with his hand, and lightly skimmed his finger down my spine, making me shiver from that touch…until he reached my ass and gave it a playful smack.
I gasped at the slight sting, looking affronted when I was anything but. “Hey, what was that for?”
“Because I know you secretly wanted me to spank you that first time when you didn’t take off your panties like I told you to.”
I gave him a sassy grin. “Guilty.”
“And maybe the second time, too, when you took your sweet time getting on your hands and knees for me. I should have smacked your ass right then and there, but I was more interested in tapping that ass.”
I laughed. “I have to say, your recovery time is impressive,” I teased him.
Shockingly, there hadn’t been much downtime on his part between each orgasm, though he had used those brief respites to do wicked things to my body with his mouth and hands, which had clearly aroused him all over again.
He caressed the sting on my bottom with his hand, his eyes holding mine. “If I’m being honest, it’s been a while. I’ve got a lot to make up for.”
Surprise rippled through me, because I couldn’t imagine a virile man like Caleb depriving himself of those pleasures. “How long?” I asked curiously.
He hesitated a moment. “A year.”
My jaw dropped open in shock, and he chuckled and pushed my mouth shut. “Dating hasn’t been a priority with work, Owen, and this custody case hanging over my head and Alyssa scrutinizing everything I do to use it to her advantage. And I’m not the type to troll bars or dating apps for a quick lay with a stranger. It’s not my style.”
Which made our night together… special ? My traitorous heart skipped a beat, and I immediately dismissed that fanciful thought, even if our time together had been amazing thus far. But that’s all this was, I reminded myself. One night. No promises or expectations of anything more.
But it was rare to find a man in his prime who didn’t seek female company, for the sole purpose of sexual release. It was actually refreshing. “It’s not my style, either,” I told him.
I’d always strived for meaningful relationships when it came to physical intimacy, and not casual sex for the sake of it. It was even difficult to define tonight with Caleb as casual , not when I really liked him on a personal level and it already felt as though we’d developed a more meaningful connection that had nothing to do with sex.
A smile lifted the corner of his mouth as he tucked a disheveled strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sweet and tender. “So, if my recovery time is impressive, it’s because I want tonight with you, and every orgasm, to count.”
Well, okay then.
That one night was hammered home again. Disappointing, but I understood and respected his reasons. Especially considering he’d just told me that his ex-wife scrutinized everything he did during their ongoing custody suit. Which had to be exhausting, emotionally and mentally. That couldn’t be easy to deal with.
Abruptly, he moved off the bed and stood. “I’ll be right back,” he said, then disappeared into the bathroom where I heard him cleaning up. But when he came back out—still naked—instead of rejoining me he walked out of the bedroom, giving me a great view of his bare, muscular ass as he left.
I heard him doing something down the hall in the kitchen, the sound of drawers opening and closing and something like glass being set on the counter. Figuring he was probably getting a snack, I snuggled under the weight of the softest, most luxurious comforter I’d ever been wrapped up in.
My eyes had just drifted shut when Caleb returned.
“Sit up against the pillows,” he said when he saw me huddled beneath the covers.
I made a grumpy sound. “I was just getting comfortable…and sleepy,” I admitted. “You wore me out.”
“Already?” He chuckled. “You’re a lightweight, and I’m not done with you yet.”
I arched a brow at him, but begrudgingly scooted back up, propping myself against the headboard, the covers falling to my lap as he settled beside me.
I looked at the small, decorative glass dish in his hand, confused by the swirl of brown stuff inside. “What’s that?”
“Chocolate, of course, which I promised you,” he said, reminding me of our aphrodisiac conversation. He dragged a spoon through the treat and waggled his brows at me. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us, so open up.”
I couldn’t resist that mischievous light in his eyes, or the temptation of chocolate, and I did as I was told, accepting the mouthful of…the lightest, most decadent chocolate mousse to ever pass my lips.
I closed my eyes and moaned, the sound similar as to when Caleb made me orgasm. “Oh, my God,” I said, knowing I was probably giving him a swoony look, and it wasn’t for him, but the mousse. “Where did this magically come from?”
He grinned. “My chef made it.”
Of course he had a personal chef.
He dipped the spoon back into the confection. “It’s one of Owen’s favorites, and since he’ll be home tomorrow Marcel made a batch.”
“So I’m stealing one of Owen’s desserts?” I almost didn’t care, it was that good.
“He’ll never know,” Caleb said, winking at me.
He fed me a few more bites, grinning as I continued to moan and groan blissfully.
“I take it the aphrodisiac is working?”
“Maybe.” I licked a smear of chocolate off my bottom lip and watched his eyes darken as he tracked the movement of my tongue. “You might have to be more persuasive.”
“Hmm.” He made the thoughtful sound as he scooped up another serving, but as he lifted it to my mouth, he deliberately tipped the spoon and the dollop plopped onto my bare breast. I gasped, because it was cold and unexpected.
He gave me a depraved grin. “Whoops. Clumsy me.” He set the dish and spoon on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. “Let me clean that up.”
His index finger reached toward my breast, and I thought he’d swipe up the mousse, but instead he smeared it all over my nipple, then down my stomach, painting my skin with the sticky chocolate.
I sucked in another shocked breath, desire already running through my veins, because I knew where this was heading. “ Caleb .”
“My turn for dessert,” he said huskily and dipped his head, latching onto my nipple.
He sucked the sensitive tip, arousal flooding my body as he swirled and flicked his tongue over and around the crest, then tugged with his teeth. A soft whimper escaped my lips, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, gripping the strands as he licked his way lower, cleaning up the mess he’d made on my stomach.
My brain felt as though it was about to short-circuit from all the pleasure. One of his hands slid between my legs, long fingers gliding along my slit. I could feel how slick he’d made me. Again.
He looked up at me with a smirk. “Look at that. Feeding you chocolate worked,” he murmured.
I wanted to argue that it had nothing to do with the dessert and everything to do with him, but he rolled to his back, grabbing my waist and positioning me so that I was sitting astride his thighs and his semi-erect shaft was right in front of me. He reached for a foil packet on the nightstand and handed it to me.
“Put it on me while I watch,” he said.
Sheathing a dick with a condom wasn’t something I was adept at, but I was always up for a challenge and it didn’t take me long to realize why he’d assigned me the chore. Because touching him, grasping his cock to hold it still while I positioned the latex over the head then rolled it all the way down his length, made him rock hard. By the time I was done, his rigid cock was engorged and pointed at the ceiling, ready for action.
His dark eyes met mine, daring me. “Straddle my cock and ride me, Stevie.”
Biting my bottom lip, I scooted up and positioned myself over him, then oh-so slowly sank down on his shaft, taking him all the way inside me until I was stretched full. I loved the way he shuddered in pleasure beneath me, loved even more the deep growl that reverberated in his chest as my internal muscles clenched tight around him.
With his hands gripping my waist and his gaze on mine, I began to move, determined to make the most of the rest of the night with him. Because that was all I could ever have with Caleb Kane.