Oh shit! I went from being surreptitious to downright a creeper, fully turned in his direction and lost in the Caleb Ward trance.
“Just, ah, admiring your frown lines,” I say. Caleb frowns. “Um… I’m going to get ready for bed.”
I get up, careful not to spill any of the probably spiked tea. Caleb looks at his massive military-looking smartwatch.
“It’s early,” he states with a raised eyebrow.
Damn it, he’s suspicious.Way to act normal, Bas.
“I’m just going to shower and read in bed until I fall asleep,” I say with a smile I hope isn’t strained.
Caleb nods slowly, then turns back to the TV, though I see him clench and unclench his fist.
“Good night,” I say cheerfully.
But like hell will I fall asleep when I’m this anxious about his possible visit.
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I fell asleep.
After showering and getting rid of most of the tea, I tried to pretend I was sleeping until, at some point, I stopped pretending and started actually sleeping. But now I have amassive man undressing me, slowly lowering my pajama pants and panties at the same time, baring me to his gaze.
I only just manage to stop myself from gasping when I open my eyes just a sliver and see what he has covering his face. It looks like a gas mask, something like what the police would wear during riots.
Once he has my bottom half naked, he looks between my legs and takes in a long, shuddering breath that sounds disturbing through the filters of his mask. I’m not disturbed, though. No one has ever looked at me the way Caleb is looking at me right now… Like I’m his last meal, and once he has me, he can die a happy man.
Caleb pulls his T-shirt off in that unassumingly sexy way men have, still oblivious that my eyes aren’t all the way closed. I made sure to turn the light on my nightstand off tonight, giving me at least a little cover. I need to be careful, though—this is a highly trained man. Something tells me I’m going to need to decide whether to confront him tonight soon.
Sweet baby Jesus, look at those granite muscles. I want to bite his pec just to see if my jaw would hurt after.
“Basia,” he whispers, the word both reverent and creepy, thanks to the contraption over his mouth. He runs a callused hand up the inner side of my leg, and I can’t stop the whole-body shudder. He pauses for just a second, then continues moving up until his face is close to the apex of my thighs.
“You have no idea how much I want you, darling.”
Oh, I have a pretty good idea. Enough to commit crimes, at least. Enough to risk me freaking out and having you arrested. Or worse.
But damn it all to hell and back. He has me melting into a puddle of aroused goo.
Caleb pulls down the gas mask, eyes still locked on my pussy like they’re glued there. If they weren’t, if he looked up… Would he see I’m not asleep?
“You’re so pretty here,” he breathes, now sounding more human. He extends a shaky finger and runs between my labia, over my already-throbbing clit. “Such a pretty little pussy.”
I whimper despite my rouse and quickly cover it by squirming and turning my head a bit to the side.
His finger pauses at my entrance for a whole minute before it disappears. I hear smacking sounds, and risk fluttering my lashes a bit to see him sucking on it with his eyes closed. My empty pussy clenches at the visual, and I have to fight tooth and nail not to squeeze my thighs together, looking for relief.
Caleb doesn’t waste time getting the digit nice and wet, and soon it’s gently probing my channel, going deeper with each shallow thrust.
“So tight for me,” he murmurs, his eyes hooded and glued to where he’s fucking me with his finger. “You’ve been a good girl, haven’t you? Not letting anyone nearmypussy.”
“Caleb,” I whisper breathlessly. I think he’s going to stop again, but he just chuckles, the sound like an aphrodisiac administered directly to my clit.
“Are you dreaming about me again, Basia?” he asks. I’m glad it’s night, because my face must turn ten shades darker. What does he mean byagain? Do I moan his name in my sleep a lot? The thought embarrasses me and makes me want to cover my face with my palm, but then I remember that if anyone should be embarrassed, it’s him. It’s not like I jerked him off in the middle of the night while he slept.
Missed opportunity, my slutty brain supplies. She’s a whore. Though we’ve been celibate for months, and I guess that explains why I’m not screaming for help right now.
Instead, I’m choking his finger and wishing it was… more. Do I actually want him to fuck me while he thinks I’m asleep?
