FIVE
CALEB
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I come around to her side of the car, and when she gets out, I take her in a fireman’s hold, ignoring the pain from my bruised ribs. I’ll deal with the fallout later.
She squeals, her laughter bringing me peace while at the same time lighting me up.
Once inside, I set her on her feet, and her grabby hands are in my hair guiding my mouth to hers, kissing the hell out of me.
I grab her perfect, round ass and hitch her up. Her legs wrap around my waist and she drops her head, moaning as I place hot, open-mouthed kisses down her exposed neck.
With her wrapped around me like a koala bear, I walk into the living room and sit on the couch with her in my lap.
Our lips meet again and again, and there’s nothing I’d rather do than kiss Olivia all night long.
Correction. Kiss her all night long while buried balls deep inside her.
She grinds against me, moving her hips over my erection.
The friction is almost too much, and if we only have one night, there’s no way we’re going to have clothes between us.
I tunnel my hands through her hair and pull her mouth off mine. She whimpers softly at the loss of contact with my lips.
“Too many clothes. I want to see you, see how wet that pussy is for me.”
Her smile is seductive as she stands. “It is hot in here.”
She does a slow striptease, baring everything to me.
I reach behind my neck and pull my shirt over my head. She licks her lips and her eyes are hungry as she stares at my chest like she could eat me alive.
Her hand cups one full tit, and the other slides down her belly, over her mound, and grazes her clit. Her gaze cuts back to mine. “Just looking at you makes me wet,” she whispers.
I groan at her words. Fuck me, my erection grows behind my fly, and I unzip my jeans and palm my hard length, stroking my hand up and down while I watch.
“My God, Olivia. You’re stunning.”
I always knew she had a banging body. I’d seen her in bikinis before. Images of her over the years in next-to-nothing bathing suits are on constant rotation in my spank bank.
But I wasn’t prepared for the full picture of what she’d look like in nothing at all.
“Thank you.” A blush spreads across her cheeks, adding to her already gorgeous face.
“I want my mouth on that pussy. Come here.”
I hold her hand when she steps up on the sofa, straddling me. Her hands land on my shoulders to help keep her balance as I bring one leg up and place her foot on the back of the couch. She’s splayed open for me, and my mouth waters to taste her.
With a growl deep in my throat, I grip her ass in both hands, bringing the center of her to my mouth.
I flick that hard nub with my tongue, then suck on it, causing her hips to buck against my face. “That’s right, Livvie. Ride my face, baby.”
With a gasp, she grabs the back of my head, her nails digging into my scalp, while I fuck her with my tongue.
That taste of her in the car was just an appetizer. I can feel, taste, and smell nothing but her, and if I were to die right now, I’d go out a happy man.
Her hips move faster as I lick and suck until she stills against me, my name a broken cry that fills the silence of the room. She comes on my tongue, and I squeeze her ass.
The leg holding her up gives out and I hold her up, letting her slide down me and onto my lap.
“Oh my God, Caleb.”
I grin watching her, loving the rosy flush of her skin. Her dazed eyes move to my lap, where I’m hard as granite.
Blue fire flares in her eyes, and her mouth widens into a huge grin as she drops to her knees. She bats my hands away from my dick before wrapping her soft hands around my long, hard length.
“My turn to taste you.”
With her eyes on mine, she swirls her tongue around the head, licking precum from the slit. “Hmmm, you taste good.”
Before I can draw my next breath, she’s deep throating me. And I’m not a small guy in the below-the-belt department.
Olivia’s got a master’s degree in blow jobs.
“Fuck. That mouth. Shit.” I gather her hair in my fist so I have a better view of those lush lips wrapped around me.
The amount of suction with her mouth and friction of her hand makes me see stars and my spine tingle.
“Oh babe, you have to stop before I come.”
She gives me one last long suck that ends with a pop at the head of my cock, then crawls up my body until she’s in my lap. Her pussy is hot and wet as she rubs against my bare dick. We both groan as her hips start to move faster.
My name falls like a breathless chant from her lips, and my temperature skyrockets.
I push her tits together and rub my scruff against them lightly before swiping my tongue across each nipple. If possible, she grows hotter against me.
“Condom,” she gasps. “I want you inside me, Caleb. Please.”
I lift my hips up and dig out my wallet. Within moments, I’m sheathed and she’s lifting up over my lap. I line up my cock with her slit, and it takes everything I have in me not to slam up into her.
Instead, I let her take control, and with our eyes on each other, she slides slowly down my shaft, her body adjusting to my size. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and her mouth drops open as she lifts up and down in long, slow strokes.
My fingers dig into her hips. “God, babe. You feel fucking amazing.”
“You’re so hard, I feel you everywhere.”
I slip a hand behind her neck and bring her down for a blistering kiss as she rides me like a champion bull rider.
She does this move with her hips when our bodies slap together that has my vision going dark every time she does it.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
I reach between us and press my thumb to her clit, rubbing it in small circles.
“Yes, oh God. Keep doing that.”
“Yeah, you like that. Your pussy just clamped down on me.”
She’s panting and her skin turns that rosy hue that I now know means she’s close. “Come on my cock, Livvie. I want to feel you let go.”
“Yes,” she says on a hiss, her tits bobbing up and down with her movements. “I’m so close.”
“That’s a good girl; come on me, baby.”
I rear up, banding my arms around her upper body against me, and take over. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling at the ends of my hair.
Using her wetness, I massage her tight hole and dip the tip of my finger in, while pistoning my hips up into her. Her gasp turns into a long guttural moan while I fuck her.
I’m so wrapped up in this woman, a dim part of my mind tells me I’ll never be the same once this night is over.
Her moans turn to high-pitched gasps until she finally yells my name. The feel of her coming around my length has my balls drawing up tight, and with a roar against her chest, I fall right along with her.
I see stars and my vision goes hazy.
Once we catch our breath, she slides off me onto the sofa, and I get up on shaky legs and take care of the condom.
When I come back, I collapse down next to her and pull her back onto my lap, my arms wrapped around her waist.
With a smile, she takes my face in her hands and kisses me long and deep.
There’s a shit ton of emotions behind this kiss, and I wonder if she feels what I’m thinking.
That I want her to be mine in every way. I want to be more than her best friend.
I want to be everything to her.
Just like she is to me.
I try to convey it in the kiss because there’s no way in hell I’m ever going to be able to say it to her.
When we break apart, she grins at me. “No wonder the women flock to you.”
I raise a brow. “Why do you say that?”
“You’re the magic man. The hands, the dick, the tongue. They’re magical.”
I chuckle and place a kiss under her jaw. “The only woman I care about is sitting naked in my lap. Making my magical dick wake up for round two.”
Her smile is downright sinful. “Well, we can’t let a good hard-on go to waste.”
I’m happy to report no hard-ons go to waste during the night.
Hard and rough, slow and tender, in the living room, against the wall, in the kitchen.
I’ve never had such a fun time having sex, and that’s saying something for a guy like me. It is as though we are trying to prevent the new day from dawning and our time running out.
In my bed, as the sun edges over the horizon, I roll her over and slide inside, where she’s wet and ready for me. With our gazes locked on each other and our hands entwined together over her head, we make slow, sensuous love.
It’s the only thing I can think to call it since it’s way more than sex.
I know it’s different, because every move I make is driven by love, not just lust. It’s intense and overwhelming. My vision tunnels to just the two of us in this bed.
When she comes, my name is a reverent whisper on her lips as she wraps herself around me. With one last thrust into her, I bury my face in her neck and ride out my release, inhaling the lavender scent of her hair.
After, she curls up next to me, her fingers drawing figure eights over my heart. “Caleb?”
I run my hand up and down her arm. “Yeah?”
She doesn’t say anything for so long I think she’s gone to sleep. But she finally says, “Best. Night. Ever.”
I chuckle but it feels forced. I know she’s trying to keep it light, playful. The way friends with benefits would be.
And because I can’t deny her, I go along with it.
“Well, I am the magic man.”
I tickle her side and she wiggles and squeals, but when she settles back against my side, she’s asleep in seconds.
It takes me a while longer to settle my brain down. One thought keeps playing in my head as I stare at the ceiling.
I’ll go to my grave with this night etched on my soul.