I lift his shirt up, trying to pull it off him. We stop kissing long enough for me to yank it over his head and let it fall to the floor. He does the same thing with mine and I don’t fight him. I want to feel his body against mine. I should be worried that we’re at a party that has my family inside. Right now, I don’t care about anything but feeling Caleb inside of me.
I whimper as he pulls away, ending our kiss. My breathing is ragged as I look at him, my tongue darting out to lick my lips—still tasting him there. His breathing seems to be just as rough. “Slip out of those pants and lay down, Isolde.”
My gaze moves down to the fake green grass before moving back to Caleb. “If we do this, you need to do something so they can’t open the doors.”
“I wouldn’t have figured you for the shy type, baby.”
“Are you going to do it, or do I walk away?”
“Oh, I’m going to do it,” he purrs, and I roll my eyes. He lets out a small chuckle. “I’ll make sure the doors are secure, too.”
“Remind me again why I’m doing this when you’re clearly an asshole?” I mutter under my breath while kicking off my flip-flops and unbuttoning my pants.
“Because of my sparkling personality,” he responds, coming back to stand over me as I sit down on the fake grass rug. I guess I should be thankful for this ugly stuff. If not for it, I’d be lying on concrete.
He’s kicked his boots off, although he still has his jeans on. The top button, however, is undone. “Don’t you think you’re overdressed, Candy-boy?” I ask. I try to sound snarky and in control. Instead, I sound needy and breathless. There’s nothing I can do to hide it.
“You don’t need to worry. I’m more worried about showing you just how beautiful you are.” I look at him. He’s staring at me, and I get the distinct feeling that he wants to say something else, but for whatever reason he doesn’t. I let it go when he slides down onto the floor beside me. The pads of his fingers slide against the lace cup of my bra. His heated touch sends electricity and shivers thrumming through my body. It circles around my nipple, and I bite my lip to keep my moan from escaping. His lips stretch into a soft smile. He leans down and kisses the hard point before sucking it into his mouth. It feels amazing and more erotic than anything I’ve experienced before. Maybe that’s because I still have my bra on. It’s like he can’t wait to take my clothes off. He wants me too much. That thought alone is intoxicating.
“Caleb,” I whisper, my fingers brushing through his hair as he suckles my breast.
“Lay back, Isolde,” he groans, kissing along my neck and nipping the tender skin there. I do as he asks, watching him as he pulls my pants off. His eyes never leave mine as he undresses me. I gasp as he presses a kiss to my center. His nose presses against the lace-covered lips of my pussy, and I watch him inhale deeply. “You smell so fucking good, baby,” he growls. The sound hits me like a vibration slamming through my body.
“Please,” I beg, unable to decipher what exactly I’m begging for. I just know I want him.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you,” he breathes. Before I can respond, he grabs the thin band of lace that’s on my hip and rips it. He does the same with the other side.
“I liked those,” I squeak, as I feel myself growing so wet that it’s embarrassing.
“I like you better without them, but don’t worry, I’m keeping these. I’ll buy you some more.” I’m sure my face shows my shock, as he gives me an absolutely filthy smile that makes me ache. He’s got his dirty-blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun, and I’m dying to pull it down and let it fall around his beautiful face. Before I can do that, he moves so that his body is wedged between my legs. His face is so close to my center that I can feel his hot breath skating across the wet lips of my pussy. “Fuck, Isolde,” he groans. “Your pussy is so gorgeous. I’m going to fuck it so good, fill it with my cum so full that you’ll be addicted to my cock. I’ll be the only man you will ever crave.” I want to say something snarky—use my attitude that I always hide behind. I can’t make myself do that, however. I’m too far gone. Part of me is kind of worried that he could do it. Even with that fear, I’m not going to call a stop to what is happening between us. I want him too much. I whimper when I feel his lips placing gentle kisses against the inside of my wet thigh. I hiss when his tongue slides against my flesh, creating a path that leads straight to my center. He takes his time licking and nibbling until he reaches the glossy, heated lips of my pussy. My hips thrust up, wanting more of him. Caleb lets out a wicked chuckle. “Want something, baby?”
“Stop torturing me,” I half whine, half demand. In retaliation, his tongue laps along the outside of the bare lips of my pussy. “Caleb,” I puff out, rocking my hips up, twisting my fingers to pull down some of his hair, trying to bring his mouth where I need it the most.
“If you want it, Isolde, you have to ask for it.”
He locks his gaze with mine. I can do nothing but watch as he flattens his tongue out and slides it against my center. “Caleb,” I demand, increasing my hold.
“Words, Isolde.”
Instinctively, I know what he wants. It’s a word I’ve rarely used. I’m pretty sure Caleb knows that, and that’s why he’s demanding my surrender now. I want to fight against it, but I’m just not strong enough. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he prompts—the asshole.
“Please make me cum,” I whisper, closing my eyes. My body is so tight that it’s almost painful.
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs. Before I can respond, he pulls the lips of my pussy apart, allowing his tongue to glide in. He doesn’t waste a minute. Immediately, he searches out my clit. His tongue darts against it, teasing, lapping, and working me perfectly. His hands are on my thighs, applying pressure to push my legs up, opening me even more to him. “Fuck, you’ve got a pretty pussy, Isolde.”
My hands slap against my breasts—squeezing hard, as my hips push out toward him. “So wet and eager for me,” he croons, as his hand slides over, and then I feel his fingers pressing into my wet center. “Look what a good girl you are, taking my fingers so easily. Fuck, your pretty pussy is so tight. You’re going to break my cock in two.”
“Oh, God,” I moan, as his fingers stretch me as he starts working my pussy in tandem with his tongue.
“So wet,” he praises, the words mumbled against my tender flesh as he continues torturing me in the most delicious way possible.
“I’m going to …” I pant, not able to finish the words. I can feel the heat gathering through me. I’m going to come, there’s no stopping it—even if I wanted to. It feels unbelievably quick, but I’ve never been more turned on in my life, and this man is working me like a master.
“Cum for me,” he practically snarls as he adds another finger. I cry out, feeling so stretched that it’s almost painful. “That’s it, gorgeous. Take my fingers. You’ve got a greedy little cunt, and I can’t wait to feed it my cock.”
His words are only feeding my hunger. My hips are thrusting, my rhythm broken. I can feel my orgasm, just beyond my reach. He must know because he sucks on my clit and then I feel his teeth bite down and I’m done. “Caleb!” I yell, forgetting that we should be quiet. I’m too consumed with the pleasure that is barreling through me. Caleb must understand because he doesn’t stop. If anything, he picks up his speed and the force of his assault with his tongue and mouth. I come all over his face, and still, he doesn’t stop. He keeps working my body. I can feel the familiar pressure building again, even before I fully come down from my first orgasm. “No,” I cry out, when suddenly he stops.
