He pins my hands above my head with one hand, the other sliding up the back of my thigh, fingers digging in but not enough to hurt. He continues to kiss along my jaw, still avoiding my mouth, but every other inch of skin is fair game…
And it’s driving me crazy.
I arch into him, not even caring that my hair is soaking his shirt. The press of his body is intoxicating. He grinds against me, and I feel how hard he is.
“I want you so fucking bad, Maddy,” he growls, pressing his cock against me. I rock back into him, and he moans.
He lifts me effortlessly onto the bathroom counter. The surface is cold, and I yelp, but his hands are already tugging at the waistband of my pajama pants.
“Can I?” he asks, and I nod.
Yes. Fuck yes. Please yes.
He peels them off, dragging them down my thighs. He palms the outside of my leg, slides up, and then presses against my pussy through my underwear. The friction is enough to drive me wild.
He runs his fingers along the seam, slow and patient, and I whimper, desperate for more.
He lets out an exhale. “I like that sound.”
He moves my panties to the side, exposing my pussy. His fingers slip inside, so careful, so deliberate, and my whole bodyfeels weak as his thumb aligns with my clit. I clutch at his shoulders and then reach for his cock, but he stops me.
“Let me take care of you,” Caleb whispers before kissing my jaw again.
I tip my head back against the mirror as he moves his hand in slow, steady circles against my clit, pressing, then releasing. It is so fucking good.He knows exactly what he’s doing. And I am melting into him, already so close.
“That’s it,” he coaxes me, as I start to grind against him, moans slipping from my lips.
He brings his mouth to my neck again, sucking and nipping. I grip his bicep for leverage, and he flexes, showing off, and I almost laugh, but then his fingers crook inside me, and all I can do is moan again.
“Caleb,” I whine his name again, and then squeeze my eyes shut as his free hand slips up my shirt and palms my breast. The moment his fingers find my nipple, that’s it.
I come embarrassingly fast. I feel the tension build, crest, and then it’s a full-body convulsion. I let out an animalistic cry that doesn’t even sound like me, and Caleb strokes me through it, and slows only when my legs stop shaking.
I slump against him, and he presses his head to mine. “You good?”
“So fucking good,” I sigh, though I can’t think about anything other than his hard cock.
And then he moves away.
What the fuck?I shake my head. “Don’t go anywhere. It’s your turn.”
He laughs, holding my gaze with a warmth that reaches right into my heart. “It’s not a competition, Maddy. This was about taking care ofyou.Not me.”
My brow furrows, frustration building. “But I want you.”
He tilts his head and then leans in, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Not today. You need to rest. I’ll see you Monday.”
And just like that, he steps completely away, reaching for my pajama pants from off the floor. He hands them to me, leaving me stunned and confused…
Maybe even angry.
I pull them on quickly and fold my arms across my chest as he makes his way through my living room, picking up his suit jacket and sliding on his shoes.
I don’t even know what to say.
“Thank you for this,” Caleb turns to me as he reaches the door. “I really enjoyed it.”
But did you?
