Chapter 41
CHAPTER 41
APRIL
I ’m not sure whether to be pleased or disappointed when I arrive at the apartment and find Caleb is MIA. No message or note. Just silence.
My mind is racing with possibilities.
Where is he?
Has he met up with one of his lady friends?
Is he doing to them what he did to me… only last night? It’s not like we made each other any promises.
I want to scream as my mind torments me. I have no rights to Cal, I told him last night was a onetime thing. Me and my big mouth.
How could I have said such a thing?
The man is a sex god, and my pussy has been throbbing all day, wanting more.
The door clicks, and I step out of the kitchen.
Caleb looks up as I step into his line of sight. His eyes darken, if that is even possible.
“I went to see Tristan,” he admits without prompting.
I take a step towards him and before I know it, my back is pressed up against the wall, Caleb’s mouth devouring mine. Hell, yes. I can taste the wine on his lips, and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, eliciting a groan from the man whose body is pressing me into the wall.
His hands are everywhere, sending shards of desire straight to my needy core.
I strip his shirt from his shoulders, my mouth trailing down his neck. He tips his head, giving me access. His hands pulling and stripping my clothes. He makes light work of my top and bra, pressing his now naked chest against mine. Soft against hard. I bite down on his shoulder, as his hand makes its way into my trousers and discovers my dripping pussy.
The sound of delight that escapes Caleb doesn’t go unnoticed, ratcheting up my desire. I feel his cock pressed against me. His stamina from last night, second to none. He was insatiable.
I spread my legs, giving him access. He pulls back and stares into my eyes as he spears me with first one, then a second finger. Pumping in and out. My pussy clamps down hard on the invasion, my juices dripping down onto his hand.
“That’s it, beautiful. Relax and enjoy.”
My head drops back against the wall, but my eyes stay locked on his. We are so close, our breath is mingling. He curls his fingers, hitting that magic spot inside and I inhale sharply, before letting loose the moan I’ve been trying to suppress. I ride his fingers, thrusting my hips as his thumb hits my clit. The sensation and my desperate need from the day send me shooting over the edge. I scream as my muscles clamp down on Caleb’s fingers, milking them hard, as he continues to move them in and out as I ride my orgasm. My hips jerk, my vision darkens.
Before I can say anything, Caleb has reclaimed my mouth and has scooped me into his arms, as if I weigh nothing at all. I know I’m not large, but he takes the stairs before shoulder barging his way into his bedroom.
We spent the whole of the previous evening here. His tongue, fingers, and cock sending my body to places it has never been or experienced before.
He places me on the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes, along with mine.
I watch as he stands before me before moving to his bedside drawer, pulling out the box of condoms we started the night before. His cock stands proud, twitching, as I watch him sheath himself.
I lick my lips.
I want a taste, but somehow, I don’t think he’s going to let me, not yet…
Later.
One time, be damned.
I’m taking as much of this man as I can.
Who turns down sex this good?
No one with any sense.
I reach for him, but he clasps my hand in his instead, taking it above my head and following me down to the bed. He clasps my other hand, raising it too. Locking them both in one of his.
“Now, little dancer,” he says, his smoky voice sending shivers straight to my core.
He uses his other hand to rub his heated cock along my seam. Spreading my juices, tormenting my swollen flesh. Each bump against my clit has me spreading my legs wider and wider.
I refuse to beg.
He moves to my entrance, dipping the tip in. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, pressing forward slightly before withdrawing completely .
“You know it is,” I say, lifting my hips to his.
“I thought last night was a onetime thing only,” he replies.
I know I’m not the only one affected here, as I watch as tiny beads of sweat mar his brow.
“My mistake,” I say, not too proud to admit.
I want this gorgeous man and his body. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything before. He’s like a drug… not that I will let him become a habit. There’s a shelf-life, an expiration date as I said last night. But who says I need to become addicted? Why can’t I just indulge why I have the chance?
“Mistake?” he asks, clearly enjoying this. His cock now poised, once more, at my core.
“Yes, my mistake… I want…” Caleb thrusts into me in one swift movement.
Fully seating himself, we both groan. I bite down on Cal's shoulder before moving my mouth to his neck.
“Is this what you want, little dancer?” he asks, letting go of my hands before cupping my ass and thrusting in and out.
“Most definitely,” I say breathlessly.
I gasp as he twists his hips, hitting spots I’ve only dreamed of or read about. No vibrator or partner I've known can do what this man does with his magic cock.
I let my hands explore his muscled body, my legs wrapping around his hips as I grip his ass kneading and moulding with my hands.
Caleb’s mouth finds mine and we fall into a seductive kiss, one that goes with the slower rocking of our bodies. I slide a hand up and into his hair. We continue to move together, the sound of our passion, echoing around us.
He rolls us until I’m sitting astride him, our bodies still joined. This position moves him deeper, and I draw in a sharp breath. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full.
I look down to find him watching me. He links our hands as I move on top of him. I take our hands and interlocked fingers, pressing them down next to his head, using my muscles to rock and ride the man beneath me, my clit rubbing against his body. I feel the pressure build again. Caleb swells inside me and I gasp.
“That’s it, little dancer. Ride me…”
With his words spurring me on, I pick up the tempo, rocking, rising, and falling until we’re both panting. Caleb jerks beneath me, shuddering, his muscles locking. His beautiful face is locked in pure ecstasy. The feel of his body coming tips me over the edge, and I follow rapidly behind him, milking his cock, heightening my own pleasure.
I drop forward, my forehead resting against his. Both of us working to catch our breath.
I pull up, letting Caleb flop forward against his stomach.
“Oh shit,” I say, Caleb pressing up and almost head-butting me.
“The condom,”
The condom has split. Our vigorous pounding has taken its toll on the latex sheath.
Caleb’s eyes widen.
“I’m clean,” he says quickly. “I get tested regularly.”
I don’t want to delve too deeply into that statement.
“I am, too,” I say.
I haven’t been with anyone apart from Caleb for a couple of years. What with the dance studio and a lack of funds, my social life has been stagnant.
“Er…” Caleb looks at me questioningly.
“Don’t panic. I’m on birth control. I have the coil fitted. Less of a problem with periods and dance classes.”
I’d made the choice a while back when my periods had become a problem on my course. Leotards, leggings and heavy periods had not gone well together. One of my teachers had made the recommendation, and I hadn’t looked back.
Caleb nods.
He should realise there’s no way I’m risking a pregnancy. Foster kid here… the single parent game is not one I’m interested in.
I move off Caleb and watch as he grabs a tissue, removing the evidence, before dropping it into the bin.
Before I know what he’s doing, he’s scooped me up and is heading into his en suite. The room is opulence on steroids, with its claw bath, double sink unit and walk-in shower with more jets than I can count. The wall is all glass - one way, according to Caleb. We can look out over the city, the lights twinkling.
Caleb switches on the shower, stepping us into the water. His mouth captures mine, his lips soft and soothing. I sink into his kiss, my nipples hardening as he pulls me against him. This man is insatiable, but then who am I to talk? I’m already two orgasms in and I’m prepping for a third.
Grabbing the soap, Caleb worships my body. The only way I can describe it is he’s taking care of me. I let him, savouring each sweep of his hands and lips.
It’s my turn and I follow suit. Although I let my desire from earlier, rise to the forefront, now I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, cleaning him until he’s panting above me. His fingers flexing against the tiled walls.
I let him go with a pop.
“I don’t go bareback,” he says.
“I don’t either,” I tell him honestly. “As I said, my birth control is for other reasons.”
We look at each other.
“It’s too late for tonight,” I say.
“It is,” he says .
He scoops me up, the icy wall of tiles stealing my breath as I’m pressed up against it.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Please,” my voice almost begging.
He thrusts forward, sinking his bare cock into my desperate pussy. The feeling is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“Holy….” Caleb lets out a deep sigh as he moves.
We take it slowly until neither one of us can take any more. I feel the jerk of his cock and the warmth as he fills me with his cum. My legs wrap tightly around his waist.
“That was…”
I place a finger over his lips. He nods, before setting the hand jet off and rinsing away the evidence that is running down my thighs. We dry off, making our way back into the bedroom.
I head for the door.
“Stay,” he says.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say honestly.
Sex is one thing. Cuddling… that’s dangerous territory.
“I’m happy for more than one night,” I tell him honestly.
He gives me a sly grin. “Good night, little dancer. Until next time.”
I grab the handle and open the door.
“Until next time,” I say, letting myself out.