OLIVIA #2
I can’t believe this is happening. Part of me still feels like I’m watching from outside my own body—the lonely single mom who hasn’t been touched in years, now standing in her tiny powder room with this rugged, intense man half-undressed and wanting her.
My heart's racing so fast, it feels like it might explode.
His hands glide up my back, and his fingers find the clasp of my bra just as I finish loosening his belt. The tension between us crackles like electricity.
His hands are all over me the second my bra hits the floor.
Caleb pulls me hard against him, kissing me like he’s starving for it.
I tug frantically at his T-shirt, desperate to feel his skin.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head and toss it aside as my fingers immediately rake down his bare chest as we crash back together.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls against my mouth, hands gripping my waist. I moan softly as he palms my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until they’re tight and aching.
Then he bends his head and draws one into his mouth, sucking firmly.
The heat of his tongue makes my head fall back against the wall.
“Christ…” I breathe, threading my fingers through his hair and holding him there. He groans and switches to the other side, sucking harder while his hands slide down to my ass, squeezing possessively.
I reach between us and finish undoing his jeans, shoving them down his hips along with his boxers.
Then he pulls back just enough to yank his T-shirt over his head and toss it onto the growing pile of clothes.
The sight of his fully bare chest makes my stomach flip.
I run my hands over his warm skin, feeling every ridge of muscle while he works on what’s left of my clothes.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans and panties. In one rough tug, he yanks them down over my hips. I wiggle and step out of them quickly, kicking the fabric aside.
Caleb growls like a feral animal and pulls me against his body, hands roaming freely over my back, my ass, and my sides. “Fuck, Olivia,” he mumbles hotly against my neck, kissing and nipping as he presses his hard body into mine. “I bet you feel incredible."
I kiss him back just as hungrily, my hands sliding over his shoulders and down his chest, loving his heat and strength as he grips my hips and lifts me easily, setting me on the edge of the bathroom counter.
The cool surface against my bare skin makes me shiver as he steps between my legs, spreading them wider.
His mouth finds mine again in a deep, heated kiss while one hand slides down my stomach and between my thighs.
I moan softly into his mouth as his fingers glide over me, teasing at first, then pressing more firmly.
He finds the right spot quickly and starts rubbing slow, perfect circles.
I let my head fall back against the mirror and bite my lip hard, trying desperately to stay quiet.
If Ethan were to walk in on us, imagine how Derek would use that?
I can’t afford any heat from this, but God, do I want him.
“Shh,” he whispers against my neck, “I’ve got you. Just feel it.”
Two of his fingers slide inside me, curling gently while his thumb keeps working my clit. The pleasure builds quickly and I clutch his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as my hips rock against his hand. He swallows my whimpers and his free hand cups the back of my neck to hold me close.
It feels so good, I can barely think. My thighs tremble around his waist as he strokes me deeper, and I bury my face in his neck to muffle the sounds I can’t hold back.
The problem is he’s making me go so insane, I can’t control it.
I want to scream and let it out, but I have to bite it back. It’s so intense.
“Caleb… I’m—” My whisper breaks off as the orgasm crashes over me.
I come hard, clenching around his fingers, my whole body shaking with the release.
Every tight jolt of pleasure has me tensing and spasming.
He keeps moving his hand gently, drawing it out while I pant against his shoulder, trying so hard not to make noise and wake my son, but deep, guttural groans still erupt.
He kisses the side of my head, murmuring softly, “That’s it… so good.” I love that he praises me for what he’s doing to me. He has no clue how that pushes my buttons.
I stay wrapped around him, trembling through the aftershocks, and he doesn’t pull his fingers away right away.
Instead, he keeps them inside me, moving slowly while his mouth finds mine in soft, lingering kisses.
His free hand grips my hip hard, reminding me that he still feels the intensity of that passion, and I sigh into his mouth, floating in the warm haze, feeling more alive than I have in years.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers between kisses, brushing his lips along my jaw and down my neck.
His thumb continues lazy circles over my sensitive clit, keeping the pleasure humming through me with every twitch it elicits.
I run my fingers through his hair, holding him close as my breathing slowly steadies.
After a few moments, the heat between us starts building again.
Caleb pulls his hand away and grips my hips, dragging me to the very edge of the counter.
His dick presses against my entrance, and our eyes lock for a second before I pull him closer.
I want to feel him so deep, I can’t walk tomorrow. My body is craving it.
He pushes inside me inch by inch, causing us both to moan quietly as he bottoms out.
He feels thick and perfect, stretching me in the most delicious way.
And the roll of his hips is so perfect, I groan loudly, forgetting myself.
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, meeting every thrust as he kisses me hard, then buries his face in my neck.
“Olivia… fuck,” he groans, voice strained with pleasure. It’s so opposite from everything I know about him, it’s almost shocking, but I drink it in and bite his shoulder.
I hold onto his shoulders tightly as he starts thrusting harder.
Each push rocks me back against the mirror.
I have to keep biting my lip so I don’t moan too loudly.
Caleb kisses me like he’s desperate, tongues tangled, while his hands grip my ass and pull me into every thrust. I wrap my legs around him tighter and move with him, meeting him stroke for stroke.
He feels so damn good stretching me, and my skin starts getting slick with sweat. I run my hands over his back, gripping his ass when it feels especially deep. I want him deeper, and I want to let go and feel him flood me.
“You’re so tight,” he growls against my mouth. “God, it's incredible."
He shifts a little and starts rubbing my clit again with his thumb while he keeps pounding into me.
The feeling builds slowly in my belly, warmth that vibrates outward into my limbs as I bury my face in his neck, panting hard, trying like hell not to make noise.
My thighs start shaking around his waist.
"Shit… oh, shit," I gasp, biting his shoulder hard. It makes him growl and fuck me harder, pushing my orgasm upward until I can’t fight it anymore.
It hits me so hard, my pussy clamps down around his dick in strong pulses, over and over.
The pleasure rips through me so intensely, my toes curl and my whole body jerks.
I whimper against his shoulder, trying to muffle it, but it still comes out shaky and broken.
The waves roll through and Caleb doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it, panting and growling. “I’m so close,” he rasps, forehead pressed against mine.
Then his thrusts get choppy and rough. He buries himself deep and groans as he starts coming. I feel his dick throbbing, pulsing over and over as he fills me in hot spurts. His whole body tenses up while he keeps grinding into me through every wave.
The pleasure is incredible, stealing my ability to speak.
I'd forgotten how amazing it felt to let someone else make me come.
In fact, I'd forgotten how good it feels to come.
With a child in the house, the last thing on my mind is sex.
Caleb Ward has awakened the beast in me and I may never quiet it again.
"That was…" I breathe.
"Perfect," he finishes, claiming my lips again as he pulls out.
The heat of his release drains out of me, leaving a mess on my counter, and then he steps back.
I'm delirious, half dazed and not quite sure about what just happened.
So much so that I sit and watch him get dressed without commenting, and when he shoves his boots back onto his feet, I realize he's going to leave.
"You don't have to go," I whisper, listening as I speak to hear if there are sounds in the house.
"Oh, but I do… You have a kid and we can't just wake up together." The frown on his face is hard to read. Is he sad he can't stay with me because Ethan may ask questions, or does he regret what we just did so soon?
"At least stay for a beer?" I ask, slipping off the counter. The mess we made runs down my thigh, and I'll have to scrub the counter before morning.
Caleb pauses, looking at me intensely. His shirt is untucked, boots not tight, and his belt hangs open. When he leans forward, kissing me hungrily again with his fingers wrapped around the back of my neck, I know this is goodnight.
"I'm gonna walk out that door, and you're gonna go get in bed." He nips my lower lip. "And when you see me over that fence in the morning, you're gonna smile and remember this." Then he kisses me again, a long, swoony, passionate kiss that steals my breath and makes me want him all over again.
But he walks out, leaving me standing there naked with his cum dripping down my leg.
If Derek knew about this, he'd destroy me.
So I hope he doesn’t find out. Because I am beginning to think Caleb Ward might very well be the universe's reward for putting up with so much shit in my life.