Chapter 29 #2
He deftly released the front clasp and then cupped the full weight of her breast in the palm of his hand.
She sucked in a breath, her eyes closing at the sublime pleasure of his touch.
He rasped his thumb back and forth across her nipple, teasing and stroking the tight flesh until she thought she’d lose her mind.
When he stepped back abruptly and released her wrists, she moaned in protest, her hips lifting off the wall to chase his addictive body heat.
He chuckled, a sexy, wicked sound. Before she could chide him for teasing her, he reached for her again, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it behind him. And then he just stood there, his eyes running over her in a way that turned her knees to gelatin.
“Take off your bra,” he commanded, low and dangerously husky.
Holding his dark gaze, Daniela did as he told her, sliding the straps from her shoulders and letting the bra fall to the floor.
She felt both powerful and defenseless as she stood before him, her body bared to the possessive heat of his stare.
Her legs quivered as his eyes traced her breasts as if he were seeing them for the very first time.
“Absolutely beautiful,” he uttered softly, taking a deliberate step forward and lowering his head.
When his hot, wet mouth latched onto one of her breasts, she let out a breathless moan.
His answering growl rumbled through her before his teeth closed over her puckered nipple, his beard scraping her skin.
Gasping at the sensation, she arched into his mouth, every inch of her burning as his tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh, making her knees tremble.
She moaned and melted back against the wall as he suckled harder, wetly, rhythmically, his inked hand cupping her other breast, thumb circling the peak and teasing it into an even tighter point.
As a slow jam played seductively in the background, Caleb took his time sucking her nipples, first one and then the other, until her pussy was dripping and she was on the verge of losing complete control.
She clutched the back of his head and urged his mouth up to hers, kissing him as if her very life depended on it.
His lips curved against hers, teasing and taunting.
Half crazed for the feel of his naked skin, she tugged at his shirt, stopping just short of ripping it from his body. And then she drank her fill of him, soaking up the sheer hotness of his wide, muscled chest and chiseled abs while he watched her, his lids at half-mast.
“Caleb,” she whispered.
“Daniela,” he whispered back.
When she reached out and touched his abdomen, he trembled beneath her hand, filling her with a heady sense of power. She wanted him, all of him, regardless of the consequences.
He pulled her roughly against him, the damp tips of her breasts meeting the heated skin of his chest in an excruciatingly charged embrace that made them both groan.
Reaching down, Caleb palmed her ass in both hands and ground her tightly against his rock-hard cock as their mouths slammed together in a wild, voracious kiss.
She moaned when he broke their feverish kiss, unzipped the fly of his jeans with impatient fingers and reached inside to free his cock. It jutted forward—long, thick and heavily veined. Just as mouthwatering as she remembered.
She stared at it, mesmerized, until he ran his thumb over her lips, his eyes so dark they looked black.
“I want your beautiful mouth wrapped around my dick.”
The dirty words had her dropping to her knees faster than lightning, eager to do what he’d asked.
Staring up at his face, she shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down to the floor.
Holding her gaze, he toed off his boots and socks and stepped out of his puddled pants, his hard cock bobbing between them.
In a low voice, he said, “I don’t want you hanging out with other guys.”
“I won’t. I don’t.” She licked her lips, so damn ready to taste him she almost missed the strange undertone beneath his words.
He cupped her chin, forcing her gaze from his dick to his face. “Promise me, Daniela.”
She was struck by the sudden intensity in his eyes. It sent a shiver through her, spiked her heart rate. “I promise, Caleb,” she said softly. “I don’t want anyone but you.”
Approval glinted in his dark eyes. “Good girl,” he rumbled, taking his erection in his tattooed hand. “Now open your mouth for me.”
She obeyed, staying locked in his gaze as he slid his throbbing cock between her lips.
She closed her mouth around him and he groaned, pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in.
She whimpered as the blunt head bumped the back of her throat and slid further down, forcing her to swallow him as far as she could.
An animalistic growl rumbled in his chest. “That’s it, Daniela. Take me deep.”
She moaned at the command, her pussy squeezing.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and bobbed her head, licking up and down and all around the thick column.
She loved the feel of him on her tongue, loved how big he was, stretching her lips and hitting her tonsils.
His hands tangled in her hair, urging her on as she worked him with her mouth.
She could taste the sweet and salty flavor of his precum mingling with her saliva, and it cranked up her arousal to fever pitch.
Placing her hand on his bunching abs, she sucked and slurped at him while alternately jacking him from root to tip with her other hand.
He was getting impossibly harder, and she could hear rough moans spilling from his chest. She looked all the way up and saw that his head was thrown back, the tendons in his neck straining and his powerful legs braced apart, thigh muscles bulging.
She moaned at the potently erotic visual, her pussy leaking all over her panties.
Reaching around to grip his hard ass cheek, she dragged the tip of her tongue down his balls and licked his perineum, a trick she’d once learned from a magazine article.
He made this incredible sound, a groan of pained rapture that told her he loved what she was doing.
So she kept going, licking that sensitive spot a few more times before deep-throating his shaft again.
“Holy shit, that feels good.” He was watching her now, his eyes on pure fire. “You’re so damn good at this. You like sucking my dick, don’t you, Daniela?”
“Yes, professor,” she breathed.
He grunted like a wounded bull, his cock swelling at her words.
She sucked him deeper, slower, savoring his musky male scent and taste, her nails spearing his ass cheek. When she eased her lips off him just to give her jaw a little break, a thick string of saliva connected them to each other. So damn hot.
“Keep going,” he snarled. “Don’t fucking stop.”
Loving his dominance, she gladly took him back in her mouth and hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, longer, stronger.
When he let out a raw groan, she hummed her satisfaction around his dick and squeezed the base with her hand.
His hips bucked, rocking against her face, fingers seizing her hair in a brutal stranglehold.
Her scalp burned and her knees hurt from the hardwood floor, but she had no intention of stopping until he filled her throat with his seed.
“God, Daniela.” He braced one hand on the wall behind her, his other hand twisting in her hair as she fisted his cock, pumping up and down, mouthing the broad head and sucking the weeping slit.
“Fuck,” he gritted, as if he were in pain. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” she urged breathlessly. “Come for me, professor. Come in my mouth.”
Groaning her name, he grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting between her lips, fucking her mouth until hot ropes of cum hit the back of her throat.
She swallowed everything, every last drop, cleaning him up with her mouth as he groaned and shuddered above her. She soothed him with soft kisses to his quivering abdomen as he fought to catch his breath, his chest heaving up and down.
Seeing him lose control, knowing she had the power to nearly bring him to his knees, was the most intoxicating thrill rush. Such a freaking turn-on.
Licking her lips, she watched him push off the wall, his cock still semi-hard and glistening.
He pulled her to her feet and tongue-kissed her, whispering something hot and dirty into her mouth.
Her clit swelled and need burned through her bloodstream as he pushed her back against the well-used wall and knelt in front of her to unsnap the button of her jeans.
Quickly stepping out of her ankle boots, she allowed him to work the snug denim off her body.
She shivered as his fingers grasped her panties and slowly, oh so deliberately, dragged the damp black satin over her hips and down her legs.
As she stood naked and trembling before him, he hungrily devoured her every curve, his eyes glittering like onyx.
“You’re so damn perfect, you know that?” he rumbled thickly.
She felt a wave of pleasure that intensified when he cupped her ass and buried his face in her stomach. His warm breath was like an enticing summer breeze, trickling down past her belly button to caress the achingly sensitive flesh between her thighs.
She bent her head and kissed his crown, then ran her fingers through his soft black hair.
As The Weeknd’s “Wicked Games” poured seductively over them, Caleb’s palms tightened on her ass cheeks, tilting her closer, urging her legs to part for him.
Then his thumb was brushing her clit and separating her lips, and his searing mouth latched onto her pussy.
She cried out and arched into him, pleasure breaking over her body like a massive tidal wave. “Oh my God,” she breathed, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“So fucking wet.” He took her right leg and hooked it over one shoulder, then did the same with her other leg until she was sitting on his mountainous shoulders with her back flat to the wall. She was spread wide open for him, her pussy completely exposed.
“Caleb…oh yes.” Her head fell back as his hot, velvety tongue stroked her folds with expert finesse, teasing and sucking, making her moan in mindless ecstasy.
“Fuck, you taste good. I could eat you whole.” He licked deeper into her core, the tip of his tongue circling the slick hood of her clit in a slow, unbearably erotic dance that sent shooting sparks of pleasure through her entire body.
He added two fingers to the mix, stroking within her while he sucked her needy clit.
She keened his name, her thighs clamping around his head, fingers clenching in his hair.
His tongue plunged deep inside her and curled upward with devastating precision, and she flew apart with a hoarse wail, coming hard against his mouth.
He groaned huskily, lapping up her cream, licking her clean as The Weeknd crooned, “Give me all of it…”
Gasping and shuddering, she slumped back just as Caleb caught her in his arms and lifted her, bracing her against the wall. She wrapped her still-trembling legs around his hips and clutched his shoulders for support.
He positioned her over him, rubbing his cock along her slit, coating himself in her juices before notching the head to her entrance.
He lowered her with aching slowness, an inch at a time, making her bite her lip hard enough to draw blood.
When she was full of him, skin to sizzling skin, he lifted her halfway and slammed her back down.
Her back arched off the wall and he thrust into her a second time, burying himself impossibly deeper.
She mewled with pleasure, her pussy fluttering and spasming around him.
“Fucking hell, Daniela. You feel so incredible.” Cupping her ass, he seized her mouth in a raw, plundering kiss that made her quake and moan as he began moving.
“Oh yes. Hell yes, Caleb,” she cried, raking her nails down his spine.
He groaned between her lips, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks as he pumped in and out of her in time with the music.
Digging her fingers into his back, she closed her eyes and held on for the ride of her life.
And what a ride it was, every stroke more powerful than the one before, coming harder and faster at a relentless pace that robbed her of breath.
Her back slapped the wall, breasts rising and falling rapidly to match the frenzied beat of her heart.
Dragging his lips from hers, Caleb trailed them down her throat, growling the word mine as he threaded the fingers of one hand through hers, fusing their palms together and holding them against the wall beside her head.
Daniela could feel the scorching fire of their union burning inside her, driving her toward another soul-shattering orgasm.
Her head fell back as Caleb rocked his hips once, twice, three more times and then stiffened against her, his grip tightening bruisingly on her ass when they exploded together, their euphoric moans soaring to the high ceiling.
And Daniela knew, with a certainty that brought tears to her eyes, that there would never be another Caleb Thorne for her.