Chapter 8
Caleb pulled her up by the shoulders and, before she was firmly set on her feet, hauled her body toward him. Then he closed his mouth over hers in a hard and hungry kiss.
Her first instinct was to jerk back. To get away—in any way she could—from his face, body, heat, scent, and touch. But she fought against the instinct. She made herself relax in his arms. Sent her real self far away where Caleb could never touch it.
His hands were firm and strong around her rib cage. Then they slid down to cup her butt, pulling her snugly against his arousal.
At the insistence of his lips, Kelly opened for him. Let his tongue into her mouth. Fought against the wave of revulsion and nausea, by concentrating—not on who this was—but on impersonal details.
Details were safe and could be revealing. She might be able to use them in some way, if only she could keep her wits about her and not weaken in this.
The fingers of one of his hands kept twitching on her ass, tightening in erratic, little squeezes around the soft flesh. His other hand had moved higher to fist in her hair and then start stroking rhythmically down the long length of it.
Caleb was breathing heavily through his nose as his tongue plundered her mouth. And his kiss and his breathing grew more and more frantic, as if he was drinking her in, inhaling her, devouring her.
Kelly’s hands clutched at the muscles of his back, and it wasn’t difficult to make herself dig her fingernails in through the fabric of his soft shirt. Still trying to concentrate only on details, she made a little grunt against his mouth when she felt his teeth.
His pelvis was thrusting against her middle in small, unconscious pushes. The hard bulge felt strangely unnatural against her lower belly. But it wasn’t important. It was something she’d experienced many times before.
It didn’t matter who this was. It was just a man, and men were all the same. Made up of parts. And the parts could use you only if you let them.
She wasn’t going to let Caleb use her, although he couldn’t know that yet.
His teeth were still grazing her lips, and he was groaning low in his throat.
Kelly realized that he was groaning from pleasure because she was grinding her hips against him, responding to the steady advances of his pelvis.
Her breasts were smashed up against his chest, and she tried to generate some friction with her nipples, knowing she would need as much stimulation as possible.
She was off-balance and overly hot, but she wasn’t out of control. Her body didn’t really want this, but the rest of her did. She needed this. It might be the most central act of the entire complex scheme. Otherwise all her planning would be useless.
Kelly hoped that he would caress her breasts pretty soon. Her body needed to physically respond enough to make this convincing. Caleb would notice if she wasn’t wet enough, and he was arrogant enough for that to be a problem.
Before she could figure out the next best step, Caleb tore his mouth away.
Kelly grunted in surprise, hoping he wasn’t changing his mind or rethinking things at this point.
He just stared at her with something wild in his face. It reminded her of their fuck in the woods the other day, when she’d been into it as much as he had. “Kelly? Are you feeling well enough for this?”
Her mind was working quickly, trying to figure out what he wanted to hear. “Yes. I want it. So bad.”
And that convinced him. It wasn’t according to plan, but it had worked anyway.
Both of them started fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. When it was finally undone, she yanked the shirttails out of his pants and pushed the fabric off over his broad shoulders. Then he pulled off his undershirt in one quick move.
She lifted her hands to caress his smooth chest.
It was better if she didn’t look at his face. Better if she didn’t think about who this was. She would pretend he was a stranger she’d just met in a bar.
Concentrating only on the details—the darker shading of his nipples—she fondled them, rubbing up against his groin again with her hip. She heard him gasp in response.
Then suddenly he was pushing her backward until she was on her back on the bed. He was over her. On top of her. His mouth closing over her breast through the cotton of her T-shirt.
He was skilled with his tongue. It fluttered over her nipple expertly. A good thing. Maybe it would generate some sort of arousal.
Her body started responding. Then her feelings and memories resisted the response.
She needed this for her plan to work. Needed it. So she relaxed her body, curving her fingers around his head. Took deep breaths. Closed her eyes. Thought only about the sensations.
He nipped at her nipple, and Kelly felt the corresponding tug in her pussy. His hand slid up, played with her other breast, and she arched her back as the sensations collected automatically—no matter who was doing this to her.
Her T-shirt now had a wet patch over one breast from the moisture of Caleb’s mouth, and soon it felt like the wet fabric was nonexistent.
Kelly realized that she hadn’t been making any noises, so she released a husky moan. Pushed Caleb’s head into her breast. The dual sensations from his mouth and his fingers—on both of her breasts simultaneously—was starting to work. Her breathing quickened. She felt herself grow a little wet.
Focused on that. Not on who was making it so.
His hands were now skimming over her body. Then they started to push up her T-shirt. Kelly took advantage of the conveniently bunched fabric, pulling the shirt over her head, baring her body to him completely.
It was hard to judge whether she should be passive in this encounter or if she should take initiative in how and what they did.
It was difficult to get a good read on what would appeal to Caleb the most. But since it would fit into her plan better if she let him make most of the moves tonight, she decided to let Caleb take control.
Especially since it was struggle enough for her to do anything more than accept.
Maybe the hardest thing she’d ever done.
The room was silent except for the slightly springy sound of the bed as Caleb positioned himself between her legs. Her eyes were still closed, but she could feel him rubbing against her naked body—something odd about the contrast between his bare chest and his clothed legs and hips.
She was doing all right for the moment, but she needed to open her eyes—at least to go through with the next series of steps. Taking another deep breath, Kelly forced her eyelids up. Directed her gaze at his face. Tried not to focus too clearly.
Caleb’s face was a blur, but she could feel his hand buried in her hair, spreading the strands out against the pillow.
His eyes were raking over her, and on his face was that same heat, same dominance, same possession.
It was just like the other day, but his speed had slowed down to a smoldering, leisurely crawl.
She hated it. Hated everything it implied. Wanted to claw at his expression, make it disappear. She wanted to cover her breasts and her groin, feeling exposed in a way she hadn’t in years.
It shouldn’t matter. Countless men had seen her body in more depraved contexts than this. But this was still so much worse.
She shifted her eyes down to his chest, unable to focus on his face anymore. Then she fumbled at the front of his pants until they were unfastened, her movements intentionally clumsy and eager. When she pushed his pants down over his lean hips, Caleb moved to pull them off completely.
Then Caleb was naked above her—hot and ruthless and everywhere.
Kelly panicked in a momentary wave of dizziness. She had to close her eyes and clench her fists to keep from pushing him away.
But these feelings didn’t matter any more than anything else.
Breathing deeply, she opened her eyes again and arched beneath him, moaning softly. She rubbed her pelvis against his erect cock. Despite her panic, her body was still somewhat responsive from the stimulation. It should be all right. She could do this.
So she squirmed beneath him, trying for additional friction to trigger more of her physical arousal. She was almost in control of herself again, so she searched for her prepared strategy.
Then—fuck!—he was kissing her again.
His kisses were the worst, and she’d thought he was through with that brand of torture. But his mouth was moving over hers again, ravenous and greedy. His tongue was fluttering in a series of moves that she wasn’t coherent enough to trace.
Soon she was having trouble getting enough air through her nose and felt a wave of claustrophobia overtake her.
Tearing her mouth away, she turned her head and gasped out, “Caleb, please. I want you now.”
His lips had moved to her throat, but that was much more acceptable than her mouth. He murmured over her skin, “You sure?”
“Yeah,” she replied, her fingers once more skimming down his back. “Condom.”
Caleb pulled up and stared down at her, his eyes holding hers.
“Right.” He shook his head a little as if trying to pull himself together.
She could feel his erection pressing into her thigh, so she knew focusing might be a bit difficult for him.
“I have some upstairs.” He groaned a little and rolled off her. Then off the bed. “I’ll get them.”
He looked tense and uncomfortable, which was absolutely perfect. So Kelly took advantage of it. “I have a couple in my purse. Inner pocket.”
Caleb went to grab her clutch purse, and Kelly rubbed at her clit under the covers, which she had pulled up halfway over her body, hoping to get herself a little wetter while he was busy.
The search for the condom was rushed and clumsy, but Caleb eventually pulled a packet out of the inner pocket of her purse. Then he returned, pulled back the covers, and got into bed with her once more.
Tearing the packet open, Caleb rolled on the condom. A lubricated one.