Chapter 39
CHAPTER 39
APRIL
I gasp as our lips collide, and my mouth opens, something Caleb takes quick advantage of. His tongue meets and duels mine, almost in a battle for supremacy. That seems to be the way with us… a power struggle. He wants to dominate, and I fight back.
My hands wind up over his shoulders and into the short hair at the nape. He moans into my mouth as I rake my fingers against his scalp, pulling him closer. There’s no mistaking his desire as he presses his rock-hard cock against me.
I rip my mouth away, staring up at him. His pupils dilate, and his cheeks become flushed. Like mine, his breathing is uneven. I grin. We seem to bring out the lust in one another.
“This is just sex… clear the air, get us back on track,” I tell him.
He looks down at me and smirks.
“I mean it, Cal. This is us scratching the itch that’s been bubbling between us.”
“So you think you can fuck me out of your system? Is that it?” he asks, a strange look passing over his features, making my breath catch. Is that what I want? I know the chemistry between us has been simmering in the background, but can I do this? Distance myself enough?
“You said you’re straight with your partners,” I add, trying to take back some semblance of control as I melt under his heated gaze. “This is me being straight with you. I’m horny, and I’m tired of fighting whatever this is.”
I gesture between us and he captures my hand, pulling me towards his body.
“Sex it is then,” he says as I collide with his solid chest, my nipples growing painfully hard as his mouth hovers above mine. “But what if I make you fall in love with me, little dancer?” he whispers against my lips.
“Never going to happen,” I whisper back, dragging his lower lip between my teeth and sucking. He moans, his eyes closing. The way our breath mingles sends shivers down my spine.
“One night,” I repeat before allowing my hands to sweep up and around his neck once more.
“Then I’d best make the most of it.”
There’s no warning before his mouth slams down on mine, stealing my breath. I open for him, his lips and tongue taking full advantage. He manoeuvres us backwards until I hit the side of the table where we spent the evening playing cards. Kissing him is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, at least not since New York. How did I have the strength to walk away from this man?
There’s a sense of desperation, a need. We have spent weeks tiptoeing around one another, and now we are finally giving in to our desires… Kissing Caleb Frazer is like riding the fastest roller coaster in the fun park, all adrenaline, and nail-biting pleasure.
His hands slide down to my ass as he lifts me effortlessly, settling me onto the table. He moves between my legs, never once breaking our kiss. His hands slide up under my t-shirt, unclasping my bra and freeing my breasts into his hands. His thumbs brush against my pebbled nipples, eliciting another moan.
When my head drops back, his mouth moves to my neck, nipping and sucking, finding all those toe-curling spots that shoot darts of pleasure straight to my core. My pussy contracts sharply in delight and anticipation.
Before I can blink, my t-shirt is gone, my bra, history. Caleb’s mouth locks onto my nipple, teasing me with his teeth and tongue. My hands lock in his hair, and I slide my hips forward, connecting with his cock, rubbing myself against him. His groan vibrates against my breast, and I undulate my hips.
“Keep up with that, and I will not last,” he says, pressing himself against me.
I slide my hand under his t-shirt, pulling it over his head, exposing his broad shoulders and tight abs. He has a swimmer’s body. I remember him mentioning he swam growing up but has taken to running more now. His body highlights how much care he takes of himself. That and the pool on the roof let me know he hasn’t abandoned that hobby.
He watches as my hands explore the bare skin on his chest. Stopping when I reach his tribal tattoo on his bicep, tracing it with my nail. Goosebumps appear on his skin.
I lift my gaze to him, licking my lips as I stare at his swollen mouth.
His eyes never leave mine as he leans forward, drawing my bottom lip between his teeth. As if in unison, our hands move as one, both of us pulling at the other's remaining clothing. We only stop when they’re in a pile at our feet, leaving our uneven breathing filling the air.
I reach for Caleb, his swollen cock standing proud against his stomach .
“No more waiting…. Now,” I say.
My core throbbing, almost painfully, with a need to be filled.
“Impatient for my cock, little dancer?” he asks, and I growl.
His cock twitches at the sound. I’m not the only one desperate.
“Not until you’re ready and begging,” he adds.
The damn man is confident. He wags a finger at me, stepping out of reach. Using his hands to spread my legs. His eyes drop to the bare, glistening lips of my swollen pussy.
He trails a finger along my slit, humming in delight as he finds me wet and needy. His eyes clash with mine as he slides first one, then on the outward draw, a second finger into me, twisting and stretching my entrance before curling against that magic spot on my front wall. I moan as my hips dart off the table, my hands gripping his shoulders as I ride his hand. My muscles clench as his thumb strokes my clit, sending spikes of pleasure flooding through my body.
“Damn it, Cal,” I moan, as he works my body.
His mouth drops to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin beneath my ear, while his fingers and thumb play me like a finely tuned instrument.
Cal moans as the sound of his finger-fucking echoes around the room.
My desire leaks out onto my thighs as his fingers continue their assault. I bite down on my bottom lip.
Catching the move, Caleb moves his other hand to free the abused skin, running his thumb over my lip before I suck it into my mouth.
He steps closer, withdrawing his fingers and using them to explore my dripping pussy, his thumb deep in my mouth. I suck down hard on his digit, his eyes moving to mine. Our gazes lock as my body moves of its own accord, my hips rocking, wanting… desperate for more.
I drop a hand between us, capturing the warm, silky skin of his cock in my fingers. His eyes close for a second, his expression strained.
I spread my legs wider, baring down as the telltale pressure grows between my legs.
“Caleb, please,” I beg.
“What do you need?” he asks, his eyes once again on mine. “Is this it,” He inserts one, then a second finger, pumping in and out.
“Ahh yes,” I moan, my head dropping back when he adds a third, thick finger. My body explodes at the invasion. Pulling him in, my muscles milking his digits for all it can.
Caleb’s mouth captures mine as I ride my orgasm, his fingers continuing to move until I pull his hand away, unable to take anymore.
He grins at me, and I scowl. Two can play that game.
“It’s my turn, Mr Frazer.”
Before he can stop me, I drop off the table and onto my knees, my eyes never leaving his. I clasp his cock in my hand, my tongue darting out to capture the pre-cum that has moistened the end.
His hands come off my head, sinking into my hair. His eyes closing briefly as I suck him down, running my tongue over the underside of his cock, a shudder racking his body.
He opens his eyes. The look I see there is one of pure desire… lust is a powerful thing.
Why can’t we enjoy each other’s bodies?
We’re consenting adults. It doesn’t need to be complicated. I draw him deep into my mouth, savouring the moan that echoes around us. Before I know what is happening, Caleb’s hands are under my arms, and he’s lifting me. Turning me around, spreading my hands on the table .
“Don’t move,” he says against my ear, his front pressing into my back, his cock nestled against my ass.
Before I can blink, he’s gone, disappearing into the kitchen.
I hear a cupboard door slam before he returns a moment later. I haven’t moved a muscle. It’s only when I hear the tear of the packet, my body tenses. Caleb steps behind me, one hand resting on my hip while the other lines him up with my dripping centre.
I feel his cock as he rubs it up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices.
“Is this what you want, little dancer?” he asks, pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance.
I moan at the sensation of his tip stretching my body. Not much, but the sensitive muscles contract in anticipation of what’s coming.
His next words come out near my ear. “I need to hear you say it.”
I grit my teeth, pushing back against him, but he pulls his hips back out of the way. A chuckle escapes him.
I wiggle my ass, connecting with his cock, making him hiss.
“I still need your words,” he says, teasing me once again, only this time pressing a little further in.
I moan at his teasing.
“Dammit, Caleb,” I practically scream in frustration. “Please fuck me.”
I don’t need to ask again as he slides his cock through my silky folds and slams into me. My back arches as my body stretches to accommodate his size. Pleased he’s already stretched me out earlier. I’d forgotten how impressive he is.
We both moan as he comes to a stop, his cock, balls deep in my pussy .
“You feel so good,” he whispers close to my ear, turning my head to capture my mouth in an awkward kiss.
“Move,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Your wish….”
It's all he manages before we begin our dance. Him sliding in and out, first leisurely, but then our pace becomes more frantic as our desire builds.
His hand snakes around the front, pulling me back against him. One hand on my clit, the other on my breast. His mouth latching onto my shoulder, suckling in a way I know is going to leave a mark.
The pressure builds in my lower body, and I press back against him. Meeting him stroke for stroke until finally, my body shatters. My vision darkens as stars explode behind my eyes, every muscle in my body tensing. Caleb grunts as my muscles contract hard around his cock.
“That’s it little dancer,” he pants close to my ear as he continues to thrust into me, his movements hard and frantic. He draws out my orgasm, before spiralling me straight into a second when his fingers find my clit.
I scream, as my knees buckle, my body quivering. He drives into me a couple more times, my muscles still contracting as he lets himself go. Cal moans and shudders, his body freezing, as his cock jerks deep inside me, pumping and filling the condom with his cum.
We collapse forward onto the table. The top cool against my naked breasts and stomach, a stark comparison to the raging heat and weight at my back.
After taking a few minutes to catch his breath, Caleb stands up. I feel him withdraw his still semi-hard cock, missing its warmth.
I push up off the table, trying to look as graceful as possible, even though my legs and arms feel like jelly .
Caleb has disappeared, probably to dispose of the condom.
“Goodnight then,” I say, scooping up my scattered clothes.
“Not so fast,” Caleb says, appearing in all his naked glory at the door of the kitchen. “I was promised one night… So where do you think you’re going?”
My mouth waters at the sight of him. I lick my lips before I can stop myself. Caleb grins before taking a step towards me.
“That was only the beginning, little dancer.”