Chapter 13 #2
“I always did love you in a skirt,” I growl, spreading her legs and inching my gripping hands up the bottom of her thighs under her knee-length skirt—until I find her underwear, which are apparently just as old as her bra, because the worn out elastic is easily pulled to the side.
“Yes, Caleb,” she whispers breathily, as my thumb finds her already wet clitoris.
I know half the point of this was to prove to each other this is real, but hearing her say my name like that makes it feel like I’m in a dream again. Because how many times have I replayed exactly this scene in my mind?
I know most guys my age use porn, but I never found much point in it. All I had were my memories of Harper, if I ever wanted to get any real satisfaction. Even at the club, I had to go to masochistic extremes to even cum.
But now, with her in my arms, I’m moments away. It takes calling on all my years of discipline to stave off my bursting balls.
It’s just like my whole body is screaming: it’s her. It’s actually her again!
And none of the fantasies could ever compare to the real thing.
So I have to make this last.
She’s said she loves me. She’s said she never stopped. But I didn’t miss the fact that she hasn’t made me any promises. That she can’t now, not with a son in the picture.
So it’s up to me to keep her coming back for more.
Maybe it’s shallow of me to think I can make her addicted to my body, but fuck, I have no pride left when it comes to her. I’ll pull out every dirty trick I’ve ever learned.
So, kissing her deeply, I grab a coat from the coat stand by the door and fling it to spread it out on the floor. Then I gently lay her down onto it.
I kiss down her neck to her breasts, squeezing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger in a way that has her back arching.
“Jesus, Caleb,” she hisses.
I smirk. I like it when she squeals my name like that.
I like it even more when I find her pussy wetter than before. I hike her skirt up to her hips and then, holding one edge of her underwear with a fist so they won’t dig into her thighs, tear them off with my teeth.
I don’t miss the way her thighs shudder at the move. But then, I don’t miss anything when it comes to Harper. I never have.
Just like before, she fills up all the spaces in my brain that otherwise squirrel in circles.
Yes, I’ve found other ways over the years to quiet the noise. I take medication and have done the ERP therapy, said to be most effective for OCD.
And there’s always the discipline to be found in the Dungeon, but I can still get triggered. Like when Harper showed up today.
Everything goes quiet, though, as the scraps of her underwear fall away and her beautifully ripe pussy is exposed.
She doesn’t shave. I like that.
Like the bra and the worn underwear, I like that it maybe means she and Z don’t fuck that often.
I could really go crazy if I think about that psychopath fucking her after lying to her to take her away from me.
But clearly she doesn’t even keep a landing strip for him.
She’s buck wild down here.
I smile as I gently part her folds to reveal her even more, and she sucks in a sharp breath, maybe at feeling the cool air where she usually doesn’t.
I lean down but don’t immediately give her the satisfaction she expects.
She wriggles her sexy little ass and I clench her inner thighs in my hands, breathing out warm air against her very exposed pussy and teasing the pads of my thumbs against her clit.
“Caleb,” she groans needily. “What are you doing down there?”
“Teasing you,” I grin.
She lifts her head to look down at me, mouth dropped open, and I make sure her gaze is locked on mine before I extend my long tongue and swipe up the center of her.
“Oh holy fuck,” she groans, head thumping back to the leather jacket.
Meanwhile, fuck. She tastes good.
Just like I remember, although my memory could never quite recall the exact essence until this moment now that my face is buried in her center again. Her hips lift greedily toward my mouth.
To torture both of us, I withdraw for a moment.
Her groan of frustration echoes the need of my all-but-bursting cock.
“Caleb,” she says in the most adorable whine. “Please.”
“I like it when you beg,” I say darkly, which has her head popping up again.
Right in time to see me going in for my second taste of the most delicious meal of my life.
She lets out the second high-pitched little moan of satisfaction. Except it gets higher and higher pitched, her thighs trembling the closer I lick up toward her throbbing clit at the top of her slit.
And fuck, I’m clearly a disgrace to all doms at the Dungeon, because I immediately give in.
She’s just so close.
Two licks and I already have her on edge. Besides, I’m not her dom and she’s not my sub.
We were always just two dumb kids in love who didn’t know any better.
So I give us what we’ve both been dreaming of and I suckle that fat little throbbing nubbin until, within moments, she starts to shudder.
At last, some of my training kicks back in and I tear my mouth away with one last little lick of her juices.
“Fuck,” she shouts, and I grin with elation. I don’t give a shit if anyone downstairs hears us. My friends could already tell I looked at this woman different. I’ve been acting odd all day ever since she showed up. They’ve never seen me in obsessed-over-a-woman-mode.
“Fuck, you’ve turned into a sadist,” she heaves for breath as I crawl back up her body, only now pulling my cock out of my pants.
I shake my head. “I’m just possessive of every ounce of your pleasure.”
A dark little smile enters her eyes as she reaches down and grabs my shaft—not gently either. “You always were a dirty son of a bitch, weren’t you?”
She lines me up with where she’s heated and wet, then opens her thighs even wider to me as she whispers in my ear, “Stepbrother.”
I shove involuntarily forward into her tight little cunt at the word, and then she’s gloving me. Oh God, I’m finally inside Harper Tucker again.
Her legs immediately lock behind my back and her hips lift to seat me even deeper inside.
We both groan at how good it feels.
I’m back home where I belong.
But neither of us are about to linger reminiscing. Now that I’m here, and with the word she just whispered in my ear, stepbrother, I can’t take it slow any more.
All day it’s been gentle touches and lingering glances.
But now my cock is inside her, the demons that have been driving me for ten Goddamn years are suddenly taking over.
Still, I make at least some attempt to hold them back, temper my furious thrusts so they don’t hurt her—
At least until Harper calls out with frustration, “Goddamn it, Caleb, harder. Stop being so fucking careful with me!”
All bets are off.
I fuck her like the demon riding me wants to.
And apparently Harper’s riding the same demon, because even though she was just on the edge of coming when I was eating her out, now we’re both sweating, hips slapping for long minutes I lose track of before she grabs my hand and drags it to her throat.
Her beautiful glistening breasts are bared, pushed out by her arched back—and that night in the bathroom comes rushing back.
She was the first woman I ever did anything like this with. Of course, she was all my firsts. I’m a lot better trained at breath play now. We had no fucking clue what we were doing that night and we were lucky we didn’t hurt ourselves.
But now, I’m confident as I squeeze her throat and her face goes blissful with pleasure. I brace myself with one elbow as I release her throat and twist her nipples in a ruthless grip.
So that when I finally release them, she screams as she comes.
I pump and pump and pump into her, finally stilling. Her body shudders endlessly around me. The orgasms we’ve both been waiting a decade for shake our bodies and we cling to one another.