Chapter 14 Caelan #2
I kissed her like I’d die without it, tongue thrusting past her teeth to stroke hers, tasting her mixed with the sweet tang of wine.
My hands were in her hair, tugging strands to angle her head, then dropped to her waist, gripping hard enough to bruise, thumbs pressing into the dip above her hips.
I couldn’t decide where to touch, so I touched everything.
My palms slid to her shoulders, kneading the tense muscles, then down her back, fingers splaying wide to pull her closer.
Over the swell of her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks, then up to trace the curve of her spine…
Then her thighs. Fuck, those thighs, parting wider to let me in, inner muscles flexing as she hooked one leg behind my knee, heel digging in to lock me there. Her fingers fisted my shirt, yanking until seams strained, dragging my chest flush to her breasts.
She tasted like everything I’d craved, home, heat, need. I broke from her mouth only to trail bites down her jaw, nipping the sensitive skin under her ear, sucking hard enough to leave red marks but holding back the full claim.
“Fuck, Caelan,” she gasped as I dragged my tongue up her throat, flat and wet, from collarbone to jaw, lapping at the salt of her skin. She shivered hard, a full-body quake that made her pussy grind against my cock, the heat of her seeping through our clothes, dampness blooming on her pants.
Gods, I wanted to strip her bare, spread her wide on this table, and lick her until she screamed.
“I don’t think this is how friends behave,” I growled against her skin, grinding my hips forward. We both groaned, the sound raw and synced, friction sparking heat that shot straight to my balls.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she demanded, her voice edged with that fire that always lit me up.
I obeyed without a second thought, crashing my mouth back to hers, tongue plunging deep to tangle with hers in a messy, hungry slide.
We rocked against each other with pure need, my hips bucking up, her pelvis rolling down to meet me.
Her fingers dove into my hair, yanking hard at the roots, the sharp pull making my scalp sting and my dick twitch harder, leaking more precum into my soaked boxers.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, ankles locking at the small of my back, heels digging into my ass to haul me in tighter.
The position lined us up perfect, her spread thighs cradling my hips, letting me thrust right against her slit.
Each roll dragged the length of my cock over her clit, the heat of her pussy radiating through her shorts, the fabric damp and clinging as her arousal seeped out.
“More,” she gasped against my mouth. “Caelan, please...”
I pulled back just enough to look at her.
Her lips were puffy and red from kissing, her cheeks were flushed deep pink, eyes were glazed with lust. Her blouse had come untucked, revealing a strip of bare skin at her waist, and fuck, I needed my tongue there, sucking on that soft skin until she arched.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“I want to take my time with you,” I rasped, voice gravelly from the strain.
“I want to strip you naked and run my mouth over every curve. Bury my face between your thighs and lick your pussy until you’re screaming my name.
I want to make you come on my tongue, then my fingers, then my cock.
I want to spend hours learning what makes you fall apart. ”
She whimpered, her hips bucking against me.
“I want to feel you stretched around me,” I kept going, thrusting rougher now, eyes locked on hers as they rolled back.
“Feel how tight you are, how wet. I want to fuck you slow and deep until you forget everything but my name. Want to feel you come on my cock, squeezing me so tight I can’t hold back, your cream coating me as I fill you up. ”
“Caelan...” Her voice broke, wrecked and pleading.
“But right now,” I snarled, the wolf clawing at my control, “right now I’m so fucking desperate for you that I can’t think straight. Right now I just need to feel you. Need to watch you fall apart for me.”
“Then make me,” she breathed, eyes fierce. “Make me fall apart.”
I dove back in, kissing her filthy and deep, tongue fucking her mouth like I’d soon fuck her pussy.
My hands found her hips and I set the pace, showing her how to move against me for maximum friction so the hard ridge of my cockhead rubbed directly on her clit with every grind.
She caught on quick, circling her hips in tight, urgent loops, the pressure making my vision blur.
The noises she made, soft pants turning to throaty moans, little whines that vibrated against my lips, burned into my brain, fuel for every fantasy I’d jerked off to.
I was damn sure they were going to haunt my dreams forever.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, nipping her lower lip. “Just. Like. That. Use me. Use my cock, grind on it. Take what you need from me.”
Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in even through my shirt, leaving hot trails on my skin. Her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat. I couldn’t resist. I leaned in and sucked at her pulse point again, feeling her heartbeat against my tongue.
“Caelan...” My name came out as a prayer. “Oh god, Caelan...”
I could feel her getting close. Her thighs trembled around me, the scent of her wet pussy hitting me like a drug. I ground deeper, inhaling her arousal like it was oxygen.
“You’re so wet for me,” I groaned against her throat. “Drenching your shorts, soaking my jeans. Fuck, Riley, I can smell how bad you want it.”
She whined, high and desperate, body coiling tighter.
“When I get you naked,” I promised, “I’ll drop to my knees and taste every drop. I’m going to tongue-fuck your pussy, suck every drop and lick you clean, then keep going until you’re gushing on my face, begging me to stop, fuck you instead.”
Her movements became frantic. Her breathing was ragged, punctuated by gasps and moans that made my cock throb.
I was so close. The pressure was building at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up, every muscle in my body tensing. Thirty and some years of existence and no one had ever made me feel this way. No one had ever driven me this insane with need.
“Riley.” My words cracked. “I’m gonna...”
“Me too,” she gasped, clinging harder. “Oh god, me too...”
I thrust against her one more time, hard, grinding my cock against her clit through our clothes. At the same time, I bit down on her neck, just hard enough to leave a mark. Not enough to damage the skin.
She came with a cry, her whole body shaking, her fingers clawing at my back hard enough to leave welts. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, and I could feel it even through our clothes, could feel the waves of her orgasm rolling through her as she rode it out. Fuck, she was stunning.
And then I followed her over the edge.
The orgasm tore through me, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced.
I buried my face in her neck, groaning deep as the orgasm exploded, cock jerking in my pants, cum shooting thick ropes into my underwear, hot and endless.
It was harder than I’d ever come in my life, spilling load after load in pulses that left me shaking, legs weak, but gods, with her trembling in my arms, it was worth every drop.
The wolf roared inside. Mate, mine, finally claimed in this raw way.
We stayed that way for a long moment, panting, foreheads pressed together. My pulse thundered, muscles loose and spent. I’d just creamed my pants like some kid, and it was the best damn thing I’d ever felt.
“Well,” Riley said finally, a breathless laugh bubbling up. “That was...”
“Pathetic?” I offered, smirking despite the haze.
“I was going to say ‘incredible,’ but sure.”
“We didn’t even take our clothes off.”
“No.”
“And we both...”
“Like teenagers.”
“Exactly.”
We were both grinning. I’d never been this happy in my life. Never felt this light, this free.
“Do you want to come to my apartment?” she asked, biting her lip, the bond betraying her nervousness.
“Yes.” I grunted. The word came out way too fast and loud. She laughed, and the sound made my chest ache with how much I loved her.
I didn’t care how eager I sounded.
***
We practically ran out of the wine bar, but the moment we were outside, the sky opened up and rain began to pour, soaking us within seconds.
We didn’t care about that. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
Every few steps, one of us pulled the other into another kiss.
Against the wall of the wine bar, under a streetlight, in the middle of the sidewalk while rain cascaded around us.
I pressed her against a brick wall and kissed her until she was gasping, my body covering hers, sheltering her from the rain even as I devoured her mouth.
She pulled me into an alley and shoved her hands under my shirt just to feel my skin, her fingers tracing the muscles of my stomach, making me groan.
The fifteen-minute walk took approximately an hour. We were soaking wet and laughing and absolutely ridiculous.
I kissed raindrops off her eyelashes. She licked water from my jaw. We were both insane and neither of us wanted to be sane ever again.
“You’re crazy,” she said at one point, laughing as I spun her around in the middle of the street.
“For you,” I agreed.
“That’s so cheesy.”
I kissed her again to shut her up, and she melted into me. The rain kept falling, and I’d never felt this light in my entire existence.
When we finally reached her building, we stumbled up the stairs, giggling, giddy, ridiculous. Riley’s keys took three attempts to find in her soaking wet purse, then two more attempts to get into the lock because I kept distracting her with my mouth on her neck.
“You’re not helping,” she gasped.
“I’m helping myself.” I bit gently at the spot behind her ear. “Very different.”
“Caelan...”
“I like it when you say my name.”
“Caelan, I swear to god...”
“Keep saying it.”
She finally got the key in the lock and twisted. The door swung open. She stepped inside, then turned, holding the door open for me.
“Coming in?” she asked, grinning. Water dripped from her hair, her clothes, her eyelashes. She was a drowned angel. My heart was full to bursting.
I loved her. I loved her so goddamn much it scared me.
I should tell her, explain everything. What I was, where I was from, why I was really here. But not tonight. Tonight, I just wanted to be with her, to exist in this perfect bubble. I would tell her everything soon and face whatever consequences came from my secrets.
But tonight was ours, so I stepped inside. Everything I wanted to tell her could wait until morning.