Chapter 5 #2
“To new friends and shitty husbands getting a giant rubber cock up the ass.”
I grin and clink my glass against hers.
“I think we’ll get along just fine.”
“So, I passed the vibe check?”
“Absolutely. This backyard does too.”
“Come over and enjoy it with me anytime. Homer is barely home.”
“Jesus, I’d draw up divorce papers for that name alone.”
She barks out a laugh. “Yeah, it’s awful.”
Celeste clutches the table dramatically.
“Oh, Homer!” she moans.
“Oh God, stop it.”
I laugh and see her point.
What a stupid Simpson.
“Well, at least he buys expensive wine.”
She wiggles her eyebrows, making her nose twitch in the cutest way.
“This is why I let him stick around.”
Celeste yawns, and I take it as my cue to head out.
“I’m getting sleepy too, girl. Can I use the ladies’ room before I head home?”
“Of course. It’s down the hall off the living room.”
I smile at her before gathering my glass to help clean up.
“Oh, I’ve got this. You can head out. Thanks for keeping me company.”
“Thanks for making me laugh. It’s been a while.”
She pulls me into a warm hug.
“I’m really glad you moved here.”
“Me too.”
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After finishing up in their perfect bathroom, I stumble back across the street to my house.
I unlock the front door and step inside, only to stop in my tracks.
What the hell?
The box I ordered from Amazon was right here when I left.
Where did my new bed frame go?
I trudge upstairs and into the guest room, only to freeze for a second time.
My bed frame is here, all right.
But somehow, it has been assembled while I was gone.
My hands ball into fists at my sides.
He’s gone too far.
How the hell did he get inside when the door was locked?
My entire body buzzes with anger as I fly down the stairs and out the front door.
The fucker thinks he can come into my house and just do shit like that?
I don’t care if it was a nice gesture.
It crosses a line.
I storm across the court and bang loudly on his door. I’m well aware that it’s nearly eleven, but I couldn’t care less.
“Cal!” I shout, pounding against the door.
There’s no sound from behind it.
“Cal!” I scream again.
“I’m coming, woman,” he grumbles before wrenching open the door.
My lips part in surprise before snapping shut again.
His hair is mussed, and he’s shirtless.
My eyes travel down his bare torso and lock on the gray sweatpants riding low on his hips.
He gives me a sleepy smirk, catching me staring.
“Did you wake me up just to eye-fuck me?”
I roll my eyes and cross my arms stubbornly.
“Give me the key you have to my house,” I say, refusing to fall into his trap.
He leans against the door in the sexiest way possible, and my eyes drop again. They linger on the trimmed hair complementing the V of my dreams.
“My eyes are up here.”
I huff in annoyance and turn to leave.
“Oh no, you don’t.”
Cal grabs me around the waist and pulls me inside.
“No!”
I push against his chest, but he easily closes the door before pressing my back against it.
“I shouldn’t have come over this late.”
Cal looks down at my lips, and it has me shifting on my feet.
“You shouldn’t have gotten trashed with Celeste.”
“That’s none of your business, and I’m not trashed,” I counter defensively.
He cages me in, placing both hands against the door on either side of my face.
He leans closer, breathing in the scent at the base of my neck before pressing his body against mine.
“You smell good.”
I’m caught off guard by how quickly this has turned into a booty call.
Maybe it was in the back of my mind all along.
It’s such a bad idea, though.
The bottle of wine has other opinions.
I crash my lips against his, and he grinds his hardening cock into me.
Oh yeah.
We both know exactly what this is.
He lifts me easily, and I wrap my legs around him without another thought.
Cal spears his tongue into my mouth and devours me.
I’ve never been kissed like this before.
New fetish unlocked.
He starts moving backward and nearly trips over a shoe. A giggle escapes me.
“You’re going to fucking get it, woman,” he growls against my lips.
My entire lower body clenches at his words.
He throws me onto the couch, and I land with an oomph against the soft cushions.
Cal comes down on top of me. I pull him closer, digging my nails into his lower back.
“Careful, kitty cat.”
He kisses my neck as he shoves my dress above my thighs. His fingers catch my panties, and he rips them down my legs in one smooth motion.
I moan when he swipes his fingers through my wet flesh.
“Fuck,” Cal groans from deep in his throat.
He rubs circles over my clit, and I shamelessly push my pussy against his hand.
“So wet for me.”
“Cal,” I moan, moving my hips to chase his rhythm.
He pushes two fingers inside me and pumps them hard.
“That’s right. Ride my fucking fingers, babe.”
So I do.
I push myself down onto them and circle my hips, needing more.
“Ah, God. I need your cock, Cal.”
His eyes meet mine, and something dark flashes across them.
“I said ride them.”
He curls his fingers inside me, and my eyes roll back.
Damn, he’s hot.
I hold his gaze as I shift onto my knees, keeping his fingers deep inside me. I pull my dress over my head before sinking farther onto his hand.
I grab one of my breasts and massage it through my bra while bouncing and slamming down onto his fingers.
A crazed look of pure lust takes over his face as he watches me fuck his fingers.
“Jesus, you’re going to make me come, Sloane.”
I bite my lip and let out an innocent moan, which seems to send him over the edge.
Cal suddenly pulls his fingers free and twists me around by my hips.
With my ass in the air, he shoves his sweatpants down far enough to free his cock and slams inside me.
I clench tightly around his length.
It’s quite the stretch.
“Damn it, Sloane. Why are you so tight?”
A whimper escapes me when he pulls out and pushes back in to the hilt.
He runs a hand over my back to calm me.
“Shh. It’s okay. I’ll slow down.”
I nod, my eyes pinched shut.
Cal slowly stretches me, rolling his hips in a circle while buried deep inside. The movement helps the burning sensation fade.
When he pulls out, I prepare for the next deep thrust, but he pauses behind me.
“Shit, Sloane. I’m not wearing a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” I mumble incoherently.
How is he even thinking about that right now?
Without another second passing, he thrusts back inside me. I still scream at how good he feels filling me.
“So good, baby.”
“Yes!”
I gasp as his thrusts begin rocking my entire body.
Gripping the edge of the couch, I push back against his cock while he drives into me like a savage.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he rushes out as he gives it to me.