Chapter Forty #2
“Caleb, this place doesn’t need your protection. It is powerful on its own.”
Sadness fills his eyes. “I know it doesn’t.” He takes my hand in his, rubbing his thumb across the back of mine. “But I like to think it’s enough.”
“It’s not.”
He looks at me with softened eyes. He lifts his hand to my cheek, tucking a wet lock of hair behind my ear. “What if I want to keep it all to myself? What if I were selfish like that? Would it be enough then?”
I cup his cheek. “Your love for it is why it thrives. If no one else knows it’s here, then you’re the only one who will ever make it feel seen. If you can’t fight for it in public, are you really defending anything?”
His face drops to the mineral floor.
“I mean without you, it’s . . .”
“Alone?”
His hardened stare glints with a pleading desire to be understood.
With a quivering voice, I say, “Exactly.” I swallow our tension and let it settle in my gut.
Silence passes between us as we gaze at each other.
He licks his lips, effectively stealing every nerve I’ve tried to hold on to.
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to feel alone.” In one swift motion, Caleb’s lips crash into mine as he rolls on top of me. His passion ripples through my body as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth.
In every kiss, I taste his surrender. My hands roam his expansive muscular back. Our palms caress each other’s every swell and curve, committing each other to memory by touch alone.
The ache between my legs demands more. I bow my hips, seeking the stimulation I desperately need. I grind against him.
Caleb’s hand delves between my thighs to massage my throbbing clit.
A soft sigh escapes me, and I roll into his touch, inviting him to give me more.
“Does that feel good, baby girl?” He lowers his head into my neck, purring into my skin.
“Uh-huh,” I breathe.
He delves a finger . . . No, two . . . into my center, and I groan.
“Mmm, yes.” I bite my bottom lip and close my eyes as he strokes my walls.
“Shit. You’re gripping me so tight, you’re pushing me out.”
With his come-hither strokes coaxing me, I know it won’t be long.
His fingers slide slowly out of me and rub circles over my clit, hitting just the right spot.
My body has always responded to him this way.
Something about the forbidden, about what felt all wrong, is so hot.
But now? Now there was no holding back, no moral dilemmas to occupy my mind from feeling him.
The only things left were the sheer depths and endless possibility of raw and sinful pleasure poised to drag us to hell where we belong.
“Keep doing that. Oh,” I cry. “That feels so good.” My body spasms, and my legs shake as an orgasm climbs and threatens to roll through me. “I’m gonna—”
“Go ahead. I’ve got you.”
I explode and shatter beneath him. My sweet release is followed by pins and needles as I come down.
The world falls away, and everything between us—hatred, harsh words, a borrowed fight, uncertainty, disdain—dissolves into nothing.
Caleb lowers his head, and his breath fans across my sensitive skin. “I’ve fantasized about this for so long.” He kisses my neck. “You.” A kiss above my breast. “Us.”
My heart melts at his use of the word.
His lips capture my mouth, trapping the moan that attempted to escape.
The pulsing in my pussy tells me I’m not done yet.
I want to make him feel the way he makes me feel, to show I’m there for him the way he is for me.
I reach between us and grip his erection.
He groans at my touch, and I stroke him methodically.
My thumb brushes over the tip, then trails back down to the base.
I pant with need. “Please, Caleb. I need you.”
I can’t wait any longer.
“You’re killing me, baby girl. I can’t focus when you’re touching me like that. With everything I plan to do to you, I have to get you ready for me.”
I slide my hand back, cupping and gently rolling his testicles.
He lets out a guttural huff mixed with a low and throaty chuckle, like he should’ve known I’d go in for such a kill.
Smiling, I’m loving this power he trusts me to have over him. I pull him to me by the back of his neck, spreading kisses along his collarbone and down his pecs. I want to show him how good it can feel to be out of control.
“Please, I’m ready,” I coax his beast forward with a siren’s request, hoping his control over his ship will falter, sink.
I want him to drown in me—we can be lost at sea together forever. I’ve never wanted something—someone—so badly before.
His face strains as he wrestles between relinquishing his control, and his desire to prolong our rendezvous.
His nose brushes against mine softly as he whispers, “What are you doing to me, Jay?” Reaching down, he grabs my wrist and thrusts it away from his cock.
As he sits up on his knees, his dick strains upward.
I bite my lip with a mischievous and wicked grin, knowing I did that.
He can see a glimmer of pride in my eyes.
He growls, “If it hurts, the only thing out of your mouth better be a thank you.’ Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Master.”
He presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek at my coy response. “Turn over. I want you on all fours. Ass out for me.”
When I obey, he spanks my cheeks and spreads them wide to look at me. “Mmm. This is all mine.”
Caleb positions himself and prods at my entrance. As he holds my hips steady, his tip breaches my opening, and I moan my welcome as he buries his length into my silken depths.
“Every inch is for you. Take it all for me, like the good girl I know you can be.” He rubs against each nerve as he glides further inside, then stills, allowing my walls to adjust and expand to his girth. “Fuuuuck, you’re so wet for me.”
His fingers dig into my skin as he surges me forward. I meet him thrust for thrust. His other hand fists my hair, forcing me to lift my chin to the sky as he drives into me.
Rough and hard.
After several thrusts, he lets out a guttural groan and smacks my ass once.
But once is enough. Like a domino effect, one nerve ignites the other, until everything inside me burns with raging desire.
With my tangled tresses still in his grasp, he blankets my back with his chest. He drags his hand up my stomach, to squeeze and fondle my breast, then wrapping around my neck.
Between breathless groans, he whispers, “I’m going to make you come so hard. Touch yourself for me.”
Unable to think for myself with my entire world on fire, I surrender to him. My hand belongs to him. Without thinking, I rub circles over my clit.
“That’s a good girl.” He hisses as he slowly pulls out halfway and groans. “You’re pushing me out. You’re getting close aren’t you, baby girl?”
“Please.”
“You’re bleeding on my cock. Did I hurt you?”
Only in the best ways.
Or maybe I said that out loud? Because I’m too busy loving the high, I can’t seem to ground myself to reality. I’m being thrust into another realm entirely. It isn’t until he asks if I want him to stop that I tear myself from his pleasure vortex and crash.
I shake my head vigorously. “No, please. Don’t stop. Keep going, you feel so good.”
He chuckles at my disorientation. “There she is.” He slows the rhythm of his thrusts, holding back but not stopping.
He plants a peck on my back. “Lost you there for a second.” He kisses the sensitive spot where my neck and collarbone join.
His lips travel to my ear. I can hear the smile in his voice when he asks, “How was heaven, baby girl?”
Goose bumps bloom across my skin, sending chills down my spine.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I breathe out.
He moans at my response. No more holding back, he thrusts forward, hard and fast. His grip digs into my skin as he forges deeper inside me. I arch my back and cry out.
Between thrusts, he grunts out, “You’re a bad girl for wanting to take all of me like that before you’re ready.”
“I want you,” I pant.
“Tempting.” Thrust. “Vicious.” Thrust. “Mine,” he growls.
“Yes,” I breathe.
And while I do agree, he could’ve said anything, true or not, and I would have sanctioned it.
With a low and impatient snap, he spanks my ass once more and demands, “Say it.”
“Tempting. Vicious. Yours.”
He moans his suffering. Still wedged deep inside me, he slows his rhythm from hard and fast, to slow and deep, trying to delay his own impending orgasm, then withdraws completely.
“On your back. I want to watch you come for me.”
But Caleb’s patience can’t survive the wait for me to switch positions. He flips me onto my back, quickly positioning himself at my entrance again and slides himself in with ease.
He lightly chokes me and uses my neck as leverage for his thrusts.
My mind goes foggy in the most delicious way as oxygen slowly leaves my brain and heaven is within reach again.
“Stay with me, baby girl,” he coaches.
My mouth forms an O. His words. Goddess, his words. He eases up on my airway, so I can breathe again.
“Touch yourself again.”
I shake my head and whine, “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can. Rub your clit and make that pussy feel good for me.”
My hand dives between us and strokes that sensitive spot. I arch my back and sing for him, moaning his name.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” He releases my throat, posting his arms to my sides and looks down at me, watching me with unbridled heat as I touch myself. “Fuck. Yeah, that’s hot. Keep doing that. You’re gonna be so sore for me, baby girl.”
It isn’t long until I’m there again.
“Mmm, shit, I love the way you grip me.”
“Caleb,” I cry out, warning him of the impending wave soon to crash through me and drown us both.
“I know.” Lust glows in his eyes. “I’m close.”
And so am I. His thrusts have me writhing beneath him. Like a ship at sea, I’m caught in the waves. I can’t see or think right when stuck in the storm of his scent, touch and voice.
Laced with primal hunger, he commands, “Look at me.”
Completely disoriented, the only thing leading me through this haze speaks to me. “Look at me, or I’ll stop.”