34. Caleb
Chapter thirty-four
Either Mason has been messing with my phone again, or a pigeon has gotten brave and made a home on my balcony. What the fuck is that noise?
I pry one eye open and feel panic wash over me as I take in the unfamiliar amber glow of the room. My stomach flips as recognition seeps in. Lex.
It’s then that I register the soft, naked body pressed up against my side, one golden arm thrown over my stomach, with my hand latched onto her wrist, holding it there.
White sheets pool around our waists, a mess of red hair blankets my other arm where it holds Lex to my side, her cheek pressed against my chest.
I’m waking up with Lex. Because last night, she said she’d be mine. I don’t know how many times I woke her up with my tongue or my cock, but one thing I know for sure is my need for Lex cannot be satiated.
My rock-hard dick tenting the sheets right now is a testament to that. I run my hand up and down Lex’s back, making her squirm and burrow her face against my chest.
“Morning, Siren,” I whisper.
She rolls back and squints at me before a smile takes over her face. Now that my senses have caught up, I can register the sound of the waves crashing and seagulls squawking. A gentle sound of what must be wind chimes tinkle just outside the window.
“Good morning.” Her voice is rough with sleep.
She places a kiss on my chest, and my heart thunders against my ribs in response. Her fingers start to trace my skin before she pauses, looking down in question.
“Is that my ring?”
Well, shit. This is embarrassing. “I promise I’m not a stalker,” I blurt out.
Lex stares at me, and I hold my breath as I wait for her response. I wasn’t expecting the snort, followed by her dropping her head on my chest and laughing hysterically.
“Do you want it back?” I ask quietly.
Her laughter slowly fades as she lifts her head. Looking down at the chain, she runs a finger along it. “You can keep it.” It feels like she’s talking about more than just the ring.
“Did you have a good sleep?” I ask, brushing a hand over her head.
“You mean, for what little I got of it?” She chuckles.
“I don’t remember hearing any complaints,” I say, and she squeals when I hook an arm around her back and swiftly roll us over, pulling her under me. I end up locked between her thighs, and I think this is where I’ll stay.
I press a kiss just below her rib cage and make my way up her sternum. “Hmm? Is there something you need to tell me, Lex? Because, as I recall, last night, all I was met with was your most enthusiastic encouragement to forgo sleep.”
When I reach her breasts, I kiss all around the skin before raking my teeth in a teasing graze over her nipples. They pebble almost instantly, and when she wraps her legs around my hips, I take the cue to keep playing.
“You’re right. Zero complaints from me.” She sighs.
I shift to her other breast. “Good.”
I flick my tongue over her nipple and my dick aches when she moans in response. “Are you sore? ”
“Mmm, no.”
“Don’t lie to me, Lex.” I suck on her breast and run my hands over the curve of her hips before hooking them around her knees and opening her wide for me.
“I’m sore in a good way,” she whispers.
“Poor baby. Let me make you feel better.” I kiss down her stomach, pulling the sheet over my head as I go. Her pussy is swollen, pink and glistening. And it’s all for me.
I use my thumb to gently rub up and down, spreading her open for me. Her hips are already rocking, seeking out her pleasure.
I spit on her clit, and she moans, her legs squirming where they rest beside my shoulders. I rub my thumbs through the wetness, massaging her, and she already sounds on the brink of release.
“So fucking responsive for me, Lex,” I say as I blow on her cunt. Her hand reaches down and latches onto my wrist as she struggles for breath.
I touch my tongue to her pussy, lightly teasing, and I almost feel bad for how much she must be craving release. But not bad enough to stop. I place little licks all over her, up and down. Precum leaks from my dick as her nails dig into my arm, and she groans.
I relent and give her my tongue the way she needs. Not breaking contact as I make a mess of her. Knowing I overworked her last night, I fuck her sweetly with my tongue and the resulting orgasm that tears through her is just as soft.
I throw the sheet off my head and sit back on my knees. Pulling her down the mattress, I gather her limp body in my arms and straddle her over my lap. Her arms wrap around my neck as she bestows appreciative kisses along my jaw while I guide my dick inside her .
I pull her down on me and tighten my arms around her back. Like a snake, I trap her in a coil of limbs and move her up and down my cock.
“Kiss me,” I say, and she immediately obeys.
Any other way to wake up in the morning is now completely unacceptable.
It can only be with Lex in my arms, then making her come on my tongue.
And then my cock. That’s the bare minimum.
No wonder I’ve been going out of my mind these past few weeks.
I had one taste of her, and I’ve been delirious ever since, searching for something to put me back together, and all this time, it was Lex.
I wanted it to be. I suspected it was all to do with her. But last night confirmed it.
Between kisses, we trade moans and sighs as our release washes over us in perfect unison. Lex holds me tight as her lungs calm down, and I can’t remember the last time I was hugged like this. I’m quite sure it’s never.
“Okay, I think I need twenty-four hours to recover.”
“Siren, no!” I gasp. “Twenty-four? How about twelve, and tonight you come to my place, and you can soak in my big tub?”
“I’m working again tonight. Six till two.”
“Then I’ll pick you up at two.”
“Aren’t you going to be tired? I’m used to night shifts. What time do you usually go into your office?”
“About six.” I shrug.
“Ah, you know it’s almost eight o’clock, right?” My head snaps to her nightstand, searching for the time. Seven forty-nine.
“Holy shit.” I laugh. “I don’t think I’ve started work past six-thirty in the last ten years.”
“Is that okay?”
I press a kiss against her lips. “More than okay.” I smile, then wince. “I should probably check my phone and make sure no one filed a missing person’s report, though.”
“Could you carry me to the bathroom first? I need to clean up. ”
“I like when I get to clean you up.” I kiss her again. “With my tongue.”
“Well, I’m full of your cum, so I guess if you’re into that.” She leaves the suggestion hanging in the air like a joke, but that’s not how my mind takes it. Holy shit, she is full of my cum.
I lower Lex down on the mattress, then sit back up and slowly pull my dick out of her. A second later, our mixed release drips out of her cunt.
“Oh my god,” I whimper.
Eyes glued to the sight, I run my fingers through the mess and guide it back into her. In and out, my fingers play.
“Caleb. I can’t take any more.”
My eyes manage to pull away from the scene to see her face flushed, eyes clenched shut as she pinches her nipples.
“I wasn’t trying to earn another one, Siren,” I whisper as I continue to pump my fingers. “But if you’re so close, I’d hate to deny you.”
Her hips roll ever so slightly, spurring me on. She wants another, and I just gave her two nice ones, but seeing my cum leak out of her has me feeling feral. Demanding.
“Are you sure you can’t take more?” I taunt her with my words and my fingers, waiting for the green light to unleash.
She bites her lip and almost tries to hide the way her hips lift to meet me.
“Say the word, Lex. If you want one more, I need to hear you say it.” I twist my wrist up, beckoning along her G-spot, and she bucks up. “Am I stopping?”
I stop the cycling motion and start to withdraw.
“No!” Her eyes fly open, and a menacing grin takes over my face.
“Very well.” I piston my fingers wildly. Leaning down, I let my tongue join in, licking and devouring along with my fingers, tasting myself inside her. She clamps around me, pulling me into her perfect cunt and screams until tears leak from her eyes .
I gently massage inside of her as she comes down, then kiss my way up her stomach until I reach her lips. “You’re so perfect, baby. You did so well.”
She holds my hands where they cup her face.
“I really can’t take any more now.”
***
I make my way up the elevator to my office just after nine thirty. Five missed calls from Riley, two from Isabelle, and four from Gage.
When the elevator opens to my floor, Riley is behind his desk with his feet crossed over the top, a smug grin stretching over his face.
“If you’re this good-looking when you’re sick, life truly isn’t fair.”
“I’m not sick, and get your feet off the desk.”
He follows my orders, then trails behind me into my office. “You’re not sick, you didn’t have any meetings scheduled, thank God. Pray tell, why are you so late, Mr Heart?”
I round my desk, dropping my laptop case on the storage unit behind it and take a seat, all while Riley assesses me, eyes alight with knowing.
“I didn’t spend the night at home.” I shake my mouse to wake up the computer and pull my glasses out of the top drawer.
Riley hasn’t moved from where he stands in front of my desk, arms folded over his chest. “Do you have any messages for me, a coffee perhaps? You know, things to be done that are your job instead of waiting for answers that concern my personal life.”
“It’s not unusual for you not to spend a night at home. But being late to the office? That is unheard of.” He lays a mocking hand on his chest, “I’m merely concerned for your wellbeing, sir.”
“You were being nosy. ”
“Okay, fine, I was being nosy. Were you with Lex?”
I arch an eyebrow at his keen assessment.
“Oh, come on. No one would believe she was just your client after she came in the other week. She’s different.”
I lean back in my chair. “You’re right. She is different. She’s my girlfriend.”
Riley slaps his cheeks and gasps in the most over-the-top way, that my eyes roll back so far in my head I can see brain matter. He hurries to drop into the seat in front of me.
“Girlfriend? Girlfriend! Okay, so are we thinking, like, a June wedding? It’s only six months away, but with your bank account, we can make it happen.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Go get my coffee, would ya? I’ve got work to catch up on.”
His smile turns gentle as he crosses back towards the door without a word. He stops just at the threshold, turning back to me. “You didn’t reject that idea.”
I stare at him, unable to admit the words out loud, that the thought of tethering myself to Lex fills me with uplifting pride. The idea of her being my wife. My wife. Fuck, that makes me a little hard. Quite impressive considering the number of times I had her last night.
“I’m happy for you, boss,” Riley says. “I’ll be sure to schedule all your meetings for after ten going forward. Since it’s such a struggle to leave the future Mrs Heart’s bed.”
“Coffee, Riley!”