My heart stutters, my body already trembling from his mouth, and then I hear it—the sharp clink of his belt.He tugs it loose, unzips, and the sound alone makes me clench around nothing, desperate.
“Caleb—” I start, but my protest dies when he wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly, the thick head of his cock dragging through my slick folds.
“You feel that?”His voice is rough, taunting.“Soaked for me.So fucking ready.”
“Don’t think this makes you special,” I mutter, even as my hips jerk forward, chasing him.
His sinful laugh makes my lower muscles clench.“Still lying to yourself.But your pussy’s honest.”
And then he slams into me in one deep, brutal thrust.I cry out, clutching his shoulders, my head tipping back as he fills me completely, stretching me wide.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, grinding deeper, his forehead pressing to mine.“So fucking tight.You’re choking my cock, Eve.”
I dig my nails into his back.“It’s just been a while.”
His laugh is dark, guttural almost, as he pulls almost all the way out before driving back in, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the kitchen.
Each thrust rocks me hard against the counter.Every slam of his hips steals another moan from my throat.His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back so his teeth can scrape along my throat.
“That’s it,” he pants, his thumb finding my clit again.“Come on, Eve.Scream for me.”
And when the orgasm hits, savage and shattering, I do scream—his name, his curse, his victory.My walls clamp down around him, dragging him over the edge with me, his groan raw as he spills inside me, hips jerking in uneven thrusts.
For a moment, the kitchen is silent but for our panting breaths, my body trembling.My blouse hangs open, my pants on the ground, the counter beneath me a mess.
Caleb lifts his head, sweat dampening his hair, his smirk already back in place.“Still think it doesn’t count?”
I shove weakly at his chest, though my laugh comes out shaky and wrecked.“If it doesn’t count…” I meet his blazing blue eyes, my lips curving despite myself.“…we can do it again.”
His smile is darkly amused.“Careful, Princess.I might just hold you to that.”
I stare at him, my body tingling with everything he’s put me through, and I know I’m nowhere done with him.
Iwake up sore in places I didn’t even know could ache.My thighs, my hips, my throat—every inch of me feels used, stretched, alive in a way that makes my chest flutter and my stomach clench at the same time.Caleb is sprawled beside me on the bed, one heavy arm wrapped around my waist, his leg thrown over mine, under the covers, like I’m some kind of body pillow he refuses to give up.His breath is warm against my neck, steady, unhurried, while he’s sleeping soundly.
I stare at the ceiling, heat prickling at the back of my neck.What the hell did I do?
I should never have said yes, should never have let it get that far.I was sobering up after Luis, and clearly Caleb had, too.And yet—God—the things he did to me.The way he kissed me like he wanted to eat me, the way his tongue, his fingers, his cock had pulled me apart until I didn’t recognize myself.My face burns hot, my thighs clenching as the memory flashes through me, making me ache all over again.
And then his hand moves.
At first, I don’t even notice it.His palm is splayed against my stomach, thumb brushing lazily against my skin.But then it dips lower.Lower.Until his finger is against my clit, pressing slow, deliberate circles.
My body jerks, breath catches.My eyes fly wide open.“You’re awake!”I hiss, my voice a mixture of shock and arousal.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
His lips brush the back of my ear, his voice low, rough with sleep but smug all the same.“Just checking something.”
“Checking what?”
“How wet you get when you think about me.”
Before I can snap back, two of his fingers push inside me with infuriating ease.I gasp, clutching at his wrist, but he just chuckles, rolling us so I’m flat on my back, pinned beneath him.
One of his hands grips my wrists and pulls them above my head, holding it there easily, his weight caging me in.His knees straddle my thighs, keeping me open as his other hand works between my legs, thrusting his fingers deep, curling them slowly, deliberately.
“Caleb—” I writhe beneath him, hating how good it feels, hating how slow he’s going.“Stop?—”
“Not a chance.”His voice is dark silk, his thumb stroking my clit as his fingers curl inside me again.“I want to watch you.Watch you come undone for me while you glare at me like you’d rather kill me.”
