26. Caleb
CHAPTER 26
CALEB
M y dreams have become extra vivid. Some so real I’ve been downright disoriented when I wake up. So, at first, I’m certain the feel of a warm mouth around my cock is all in my head. But as awareness creeps in, I quickly realize it feels a little too good.
I open my eyes and scan the dark bedroom. According to the clock on the nightstand, it’s just after three.
And Halle’s very real mouth is wrapped around my cock.
“Fuck.” I draw out the word, covering my face with a hand.
She uses one hand to jack me as she licks and sucks and moans around me. Groaning, I gather her hair and hold it out of the way so I can watch her work in the light of the moon. She’s so fucking beautiful. She has no clue how easily she brings me to my knees.
“God, look at you.”
She moans at the praise, the sound vibrating against my dick and straight to my balls.
“Fuck,” I curse again, gripping the sheets with my other hand.
It’s been about a year since I’ve had sex. I’d love to blame the way I come hard and fast, unloading into her mouth without warning, blood rushing in my ears, on my lack of a sex life, but the reality is that Halle is really fucking good at this, and I can’t fucking resist her.
She swallows down my cum and wipes a thumb over her lips, not the least bit bothered by the lack of warning. In my defense, I didn’t get any warning either.
She pops up on her knees and crawls closer.
I grasp her hips and hold her in place, scrutinizing her expression. “Are you sore?”
Her brow wrinkles. “Just a little.”
With one hand still holding her still, I stroke the base of my once again hard cock once, twice. A third time.
“Ride me.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. “But you just?—”
“Ride my fucking cock, sweetheart. Don’t make me ask again.”
Heat flashes in her eyes, maybe from the steel in my voice, or maybe she likes being called sweetheart .
Without hesitation, she positions herself over me and slowly sinks down.
“Shit. Fuck.” I curse as I reach blindly for the box of condoms. “Shit, baby.”
As if spurred on by my cursing, she rolls her hips against me.
I put a hand on her thigh, pinning her to me. “Let me get a condom.”
“Hurry,” she whimpers as I finally locate the box and rip out a condom.
“My last tests were negative,” I promise, releasing her.
She pushes up onto her knees, letting my cock slip free.
“Mine too,” she says as I roll the condom on. When it’s in place, she grips my shaft and lines herself up, then lowers herself in one hard movement.
With a shuddering breath, she leans back and rests her hands on my knees, then rolls her hips slowly.
It’s pure torture.
The feel of her.
The view.
I want more. I want all of her. Every day. For the rest of my life.
Never could I have imagined falling like this, but it’s like my soul recognized hers from the moment I laid eyes on her. I knew—I fucking knew right then and there—that this girl would be everything I’ve been searching for, for so long.
I cup her breasts, rubbing my thumbs around her peaked nipples. Every fucking inch of her is so goddamn perfect and I’m going to enjoy every second of exploring her body.
Chest heaving, she straightens and presses her hands into my stomach, rocking against me with more force.
“Caleb.” The whimpered sound of my name sends me barreling toward release. Knowing I make her feel this way fills me with the best kind of pleasure.
I know what she’s going to say. I feel it. But she’s not ready for those words. She’ll second-guess herself once they’re out. So I quiet her with a kiss. I don’t want her to regret it later, to blame it on the sex.
“I know, sweetheart,” I murmur, kissing along her jaw. “I know.”
She drags her nails down my chest, leaving scratches in her wake, as she comes. Holding her thighs, I flex my hips, pumping inside her until my own climax shatters through me.
We cling to each other for a long moment, chest to chest, my arms wrapped tightly around her torso. Eventually, she peels herself off me and sinks into the mattress. I don’t want to move, but I force myself to get up and throw away the condom. I use the bathroom and wash my hands, returning to find that Halle is sprawled out on her stomach, arms wrapped around my pillow.
I smack her ass. “Get up and go pee. I let it slide last time, but I won’t have you getting an infection on my watch.”
She groans into the pillow. “I don’t want to move. Your bed is so comfy.”
I arch a brow she can’t see with her face buried like that. “ You want me to carry you in there and set you down on the toilet myself?”
“God no.” She darts up and scurries to the bathroom, closing the door behind her like she’s scared I’ll come in and watch her.
Laughing, I adjust the pillows and climb back into bed.
When she emerges, wrapped in a towel, the laughter returns. She’s covered herself up, as if afraid to let me see her. As if I wasn’t just buried inside her. She stands in the doorway, hesitation written on her face, eyes darting from the bed to the door and back again.
“Hal?” I question when she doesn’t move. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
She worries her bottom lip, indecision warring on her face. “I was thinking… I can go back to my room if?—”
I’m up and out of the bed before she can finish that sentence. I yank the towel off her body, eliciting a small squeal of protest from her, then pick her up and carry her to the bed.
“Caleb.” She wiggles in my arms.
I don’t slow. On a mission, I set her on the bed, climb in beside her, and pull the covers up.
“I swear, it’s no problem,” she murmurs. “I’m fine to sleep in the other room.”
I wrap an arm around her waist and tug her against me so her back is pressed to my chest.
“Halle.” I nip her shoulder. “Have I given you any indication that I want you to leave my bed?”
“No, but?—”
“Go to sleep, baby. ”
With a sigh, she wiggles against me. If she keeps that up for long, I’ll be hard all over again. But she’s had enough for tonight.
Within minutes, her breaths even out and her body sinks against mine. I stay awake longer than I should, watching her. Maybe that makes me a creep, but I can’t take my eyes off her when her face is soft with sleep, when all the worry lines have faded and peace has overtaken her expression.
I smooth her dark hair back from her forehead.
I just want to make everything all right for her. If only she’d let me.