7. Cale
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Idon’t know how, but I knew she’d be like this.
Wild. Insatiable. So fucking sexy.
Her chest is heaving with her rapid breaths, her eyes glazed over. She watches as I go to my knees, grabbing the condom and ripping the packet open, rolling the latex down my rigid length in quick, efficient movements.
I’m too far gone to wait, so I crowd between her legs, planting my hands on either side of her head, looking down as my cock slides against her.
Every time the blunt crown butts up against her clit, she twitches under me, a little murmur of pleasure escaping her lips.
The noise sends a spark shooting down my spine every single time.
I look at her face, finding her staring up at me, mouth parted. I can’t resist leaning down to capture her lips with mine. The mingled taste of us makes my cock jerk against her, leaking more precum into the rubber.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I murmur, pressing kisses over her jaw and neck. I duck my head down, sucking one of her taut nipples into my mouth, grinning when she pushes her chest up, forcing me to take more. Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging, but not pulling me away.
“I think the last chance,” she says breathlessly, “was when we were both still wearing pants.”
I laugh, unable to stop myself, and a strange sensation washes through me, because fucking is usually about getting off…
Not laughing. The thought fades before it can linger when the crown of my covered cock notches at her entrance, a groan leaving me.
I roll my hips, inching my dick inside, unable to help myself, and she whimpers.
“Fuck.” I rear up, my arms trembling as they hold up my weight, looking down at the way my girth splits her pussy open.
I pull my hips back, seeing the condom covered in her arousal, and for a split second, regret dampens my lust, wishing there wasn’t a barrier between us.
I want to feel her silken heat in full technicolor, but I shove that shit down as fast as it rises.
I’ve never gone bare with anyone, and that’s not about to change.
It’s not something I’ve ever wanted to risk, especially when the choice to go without protection implied trust—like there was potential for something deeper there.
I’ve never wanted that, and I don’t want it with Melanie either.
It’s just lust fogging up my brain, knowing how good she’d feel, and too much blood in my dick, making me stupid.
Annoyed at myself, I grab her leg and hook it over my hip, opening her up to me as I slam my hips forward. She screams out, and I quickly plant a hand over her mouth, muffling the sound, even as my lips touch her ear. “Shhh. You gotta be quiet, darlin’.”
My hips never stop moving, driving forward, the sound of my skin smacking against hers loud in the room. She writhes against the bed, thrusting back against me, her inner muscles clenching down so tightly, it feels like she’s trying to suck me back into her body every time I pull back.
A smug smirk ticks up the corner of my mouth when I feel her throb around me, growing impossibly tighter. “Already, darlin’? I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She yanks her face away from my hand, baring her teeth at me. “Shut up and fuck me!”
“And here’s me thinking I was.”
I pull out, ignoring her protests, and manhandle her roughly onto her hands and knees.
My fingers dig into her hips, the idea of leaving my mark on her ramping up my arousal.
I line my dick back up and sink slowly into her, my chest brushing against the soft skin of her back.
I pause there, my cock as deep as I can get it, feeling the way her whole body shakes under me.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask teasingly, giving her a few short, shallow jabs.
Melanie lets out a whine under me, and my smirk widens into a grin. “Please, Cale,” she rasps, voice wavering. “Move, please.”
I lean back, settling on my knees, giving in to the impulse that drives me to grab her hair.
The silky strands trail over the skin of my wrist, making me shiver, and it feels like everything I imagined it would.
I’ve wanted to get my hands on her hair for longer than I care to think about, and now, I wind it gently around my fist. I pull back, almost leaving her cunt completely, and she turns to glare at me over her shoulder, a protest clear on her lips.
Before she can let it loose, I tighten my fist in her hair, yanking back just as I slam my hips forward, filling her completely and setting a powerful pace, my hips slapping against her ass.
She buries her face into her arm, even when it pulls against my hold on her. I release her hip, sliding a hand under her body to grab her tit, strumming my fingers over her nipple.
“You gonna give me another one, darlin’? You gonna let me feel you come all around my cock?” The base of my spine tingles with anticipation, my balls drawing up tight, and I know I can’t stop the orgasm barreling toward me at full steam…But I’m fucking taking her with me.
I lean down, sinking my teeth into the back of her shoulder, my mouth twisting into a snarl as I hammer into her, chasing the edge of pleasure that’s right fucking there.
“Please, please, please,” she chants under me, her hands gripping the bedspread, even as every thrust of my hips shoves her further along the bed.
I grind my hips against her, yanking roughly on her nipple, and then she’s exploding, her muscles rippling around me, clenching down so tightly on my cock, it actually hurts.
I bear down, forcing her to her stomach as my body blankets hers, driving my cock as deep as I can get it, until I’m sure I must be in her stomach. I slam back in once, twice, and a hoarse cry is ripped from my throat as the orgasm tears through me, cum erupting from my dick and filling the condom.
I collapse over top of her, crushing her into bed, my chest heaving with each rough breath.
“Jesus Christ,” I mumble, my teeth throbbing in time with my pulse. It feels like my soul just left my body through my dick, and even in the haze of it all, I can admit to myself that I’ve never felt anything like that before.
Never felt anything like her.
Melanie wriggles under me, and I roll to the side, regretfully letting my softening dick slip out of her. I quickly remove the condom and tie it in a knot, tossing it onto the floor to deal with later. I hook an arm around her neck, dragging her against me.
We lie like that together for several minutes, the sweat cooling on our bodies. Just as my eyes droop, she wriggles free, startling me. I watch as she crawls away from me and off the bed, gathering her clothes up.
“Where you going?” I lift up an elbow, staring at her in consternation, irrationally annoyed that she’s moved away from me. I’ve never been a big cuddler, especially after sex, but I’m not ready to let her go.
She looks over at me, eyes burning as they trail over my skin like a physical stroke.
“Thank you for the orgasms,” she stresses the s, her lips tilting in a smile. It seems genuine, but this is starting to feel like a brush-off, and my annoyance ramps up. “It was just what I needed. I’m gonna go shower, and then head to bed.”
I almost tell her to just use my bathroom, however, I’m getting the sense that she doesn’t mean head to my bed, but rather back into the guest room she’s sharing with Oakley. I should be happy that she’s not clinging to me, especially considering she’s my neighbor, but my eyelid twitches.
“Yeah,” I murmur. “Good idea.”
I don’t take my eyes off her as she redresses, hating that she’s covering up her lush body. I want to see my marks on her—my fingerprints on her skin, my bite on her back. I want to watch as my cum drips from her slick body, knowing I laid a physical claim on her.
Except I didn’t, because I wore a goddamn condom.
She pauses on her way out, her hand on the door as she looks back at me. “Maybe we could do this again sometime,” she suggests coyly. “You know, just fucking? You’re not so bad at it.”
And then she’s gone, the door shutting with a soft snick behind her. I collapse back against the bed, pressing the palms of my hands to my eyes, feeling wrung out and satisfied and confused all at once.
“Motherfucker.”
I wake up alone in a bed that smells like Melanie and sex, the memory of her body underneath me sending the blood rushing to my dick. I slide a hand under the blankets, gripping my pulsing length, but it’s not enough.
It’s not what I want.
The frustration chases me out of bed into the shower, and I turn the water as cold as I can get it before lathering myself up with soap. I scrub vigorously, like I can get her off my skin and out of my head, ordering my cock to stand the fuck down.
I don’t have some deep-seated fear of commitment; there’s no trauma holding me back. Unless you count my girlfriend making out with Darryl Grange in the boys’ locker room while I was busy playing football at seventeen.
The idea of tying myself to one person for the rest of my life has just never appealed.
My father believes it has something to do with me doing three tours of duty over six years, but it’s just not anything I’ve ever needed.
Logically, I know some relationships work—my parents have been happily married for almost forty years.
But other times, they don’t, and you end up brutalized and barely functioning… Just like my sister and niece.
Like Melanie and Oakley, and the stain that dickhead left on their lives.
They’re picking themselves up, and they’re doing okay, so I’m not about to come along and screw it all up just because I like the way Melanie feels in my arms.