I barely touch his forearm with my fingertips and he groans, pushing himself harder against me. My head spins, overflowing with thoughts and desires I want to put into action right now. I become hyper aware of his fingertips lightly touching the hem of my underwear.
Hyper.
Aware.
Pins and needles buzz along my skin, up and down my torso before settling between my thighs. I gasp as a rush of air sweeps from my lungs. My body knows how good he can make it feel and that’s all it cares about as it works hard to convince my brain to get onboard.
It doesn’t take long.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip as I slide my hand against the back of his, sliding his fingers underneath the flimsy cotton fabric that separates his skin from mine. I close my eyes and focus on controlling my breathing as I guide his hand into place. I open my thighs and his finger slips from the outer area and onto my sensitive clit. My teeth leave my lip as a subtle gasp falls from my mouth. Shit. I’ve never been so turned on. Never in my life.
Instinctively, I flex my hips, pushing myself harder against his thick fingers, and a ripple of pleasure tremors through my body.
“You fucking tease.” Caleb groans, circling the pads of his fingers and startling me.
My eyes shoot open.
Busted.
A wicked smile forces its way across my lips as I peer over my shoulder. Caleb keeps his eyes closed, but I don’t need to see them burn to know how aroused he is. It stabs into my ass, unyielding in its desire to be consumed by my body. I push against him, purposely rubbing myself against his cock. Is it normal for your blood to rush this way? For your brain to pulse like mine is? Is it normal to want it this bad? ‘Cause I want it bad.
Really, really bad.
I roll my hips and cover his hand with mine, forcing him to rub me faster. Caleb’s breath rushes out as fast and as heavy as mine as he sidles closer bringing his mouth to my ear.
“If you keep going, I’m not going to be able to keep my no sex promise.”
“No.” I whisper, a hitch on the end of the word. “Keep it.”
Removing my hand from his, I reach behind me and glide down his clenched stomach and into his pants.
“You’re sending mixed signals again, baby.”
I grip his cock in my hand, causing him to suck air between his teeth.
“Fuck. Don’t make me keep it, Cass.” He kisses my neck. “Please don’t make me keep the promise.”
I stroke him until I’m about to come, until Caleb is thrusting, fucking my hand that is now wet and slippery with his precum. Feeling him behind me, his firm body pressed against mine, his mouth on my neck, his cock in my hand, is a beautiful kind of Hell.
It’s so right...
...yet so fucking wrong.
And I don’t even care.
“You don’t have to keep it.” I tell him. “Give it to me.”
The way he curls his fingers around the hem of my panties is savage, his aggression undeniable as he pushes them down my legs.
It’s as if having my body will save his life, as if what I’m offering is the only thing that can sate him.
Removing his hand from between my legs, he lifts his hips off the mattress and shoves his pants down his legs. The absence of his skin between my thighs is bitter for a fleeting moment, until the anticipation for its replacement becomes too much to bear.
“Finally...” He groans, sliding his hand over my hip and along my stomach. “I’ve wanted this since I showed up. It has been fucking torture sleeping here with you.”
He tugs me against him with a rough grunt, pushing my upper half forward with a heavy hand between my shoulder blades. I curve my back and his bare cock slides against my ass.
Gripping my ass in one hand and my hair in the other, he lines himself up, pushing ever so against my opening. He teases me with suspense, until the same yearning that took over me last night rears its tragic head. Without warning, he slams into me and every muscle in my body clenches with pleasure.
Caleb moans, deep and loud in his throat and holds himself inside me. His body shivers, his fingers tighten in my hair, and his cock twitches inside me. In response, my blood hums, my lungs close, and my womb vibrates, eager for anything he is willing to give.
“Quiet.” I tell him, throwing a panicked glance over my shoulder. “You have to be quiet.”
He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip. There’s desperation in his eyes—desperation to fuck me as wild and as questionable as he likes and it burns brightly. Caleb inhales through his nose, and his body ceases to vibrate with uncontrollable sexual energy. Instead of gripping my ass, he caresses it and his fingers loosen their grip on my hair.
“Quiet.” He repeats with a nod.
Something in my chest flutters as a look of uncertainty flickers over his features. The second I see it, it disappears. The uncertainty was almost—dare I say it—virginal.
Chuckling, I pull away from him and roll onto my back, kicking my undies off of my feet. Caleb slips between my legs, resting his stomach against mine. His body is firmer than mine.
He plants a soft, awkward kiss on my cheek and I scrunch my nose, unable to stop the giggle from bubbling up my throat. His green stare darts elsewhere as he swallows hard and pushes into me, his hips slow and careful.
I tip my head at his obvious discomfort of being face to face in the missionary position. His attention flicks back to my face and his brows pull in when he realizes I’m watching him in amusement.
“What?” He asks, thrusting at a tempo he’s not used to.
“You’ve never had slow sex, have you?” I tease, resting my palm against his cheek.
He shrugs me off. “Sure I have.”
“Uh-huh. I’m assuming it was a while ago.”
“So?” Caleb grabs my arm and wraps it around his neck. “Slow sex is fucking weird. Tell me this doesn’t feel weird to you?”
“No.” I pull him close, crushing his chest to mine. With my free hand, I drag the tips of my fingers along his ribs. “It feels nice.”
“Nice?” He thrusts hard and I gasp at the pleasure it sends radiating through my body. “Nice is for married couples.”
I scoff. “I’m not asking you to love me or marry me, Caleb. I’m asking you to fuck me nicely.”
“Cassia...”
“It’s the only way I want it.”
It’s the only way we won’t wake my parents.
He drops his head to my chest. His hot breath warms my skin as he slides his forehead between my breasts and onto my ribs. Silence fills the room a silence I pray doesn’t drag on forever. Regardless of how nice it is having him here, I want him gone before my parents wake up.
Thankfully, a small eternity later, Caleb’s worried, green irises flick to mine.
“Just this once. All right?” He agrees. “Just know I’m not comfortable with it.”
“I wasn’t comfortable with you slipping you finger into my ass, but it happened.”
“And you loved it.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. “Well, you’ll love this. It’s less demonic…more human.”
I push my fingers through his hair and force him to kiss me. He resists at first, but his weak little protest caves and he melts into me the second I flick my tongue along his lower lip.
Moaning, Caleb licks my tongue and pulls back to look me in the eyes.
“You are magic.” He murmurs, flicking his hips to an enthralling rhythm only he can hear.
The bridges of our noses are line up perfectly, the tips kissing ever so slightly. Energy crackles between us like lightning at the forefront of a tropical storm. It’s a different kind of energy than what I’ve felt from him before. He seems more focused, less erratic.
“How’s redemption road?” Caleb asks with a smile. “Still think you’re getting into Heaven?”
I groan, rolling my eyes as guilt slices through me. So much for redemption. So much for Paradise Valley being th
e place I make things right with the guy upstairs. If anything, I’ve made it worse. God folded on Satan’s bluff, losing the hand to a pair of twos. The winnings? My soul. Lucifer is dragging my sorry, sinful ass to Hell.
“Shut up.” I growl, pushing on Caleb’s shoulders and flicking my hips.
He loses balance and we fall from the bed. We slam against the floor with a heavy thud and I land on top of him, digging my knee into his stomach.
“Shit!” I giggle, sliding onto his hips. I rest my elbows on his torso and winces as their sharp edges press between his ribs.
“Are you okay?”
He half laughs, half growls.
“Fucking dandy.” Caleb drags in an inhale and pushes it out. “You almost broke my dick.”
I clench his face in my hand and plants kisses on his mouth.
“I’m sorry.” I tell him between kisses. “I forgot I was on the edge.”
“Well, you were.”
I plant my hands either side of his head as he glides his palms over my hips, resting his fingers on my ass.
“I guess the roll off the bed is sexier in the movies…” I say, smirking. “How is it?”
“The main thing is, it’s in one piece, but if I’m being honest he’s a little low on morale.”
“Is he now?”
Caleb nods, his eyes glowing with humor and mischievousness. “Now that you mention it. I think it needs a hug…” His lips twitch. “…from your vagina—or your mouth. He’s not fussy.”
“A hug?”
He nods. “Just a little one.”
I rake my teeth over my bottom lip and squeeze Caleb’s slim hips between my thighs. How am I turned on right now? Is that the kind of person I’ve become? One who gets turned on by possible cock trauma or when someone speaks about their penis in third person like it’s a separate entity with its own thoughts and feelings? God. I hope not.
“I will blow your mind if you promise to never refer to your cock as a separate being ever again.”
“Ouch.” He grins, charmingly. “I’m very attached to him. We’ve been through a lot.”
I frown. Oh boy, penis puns. I’m such a lucky girl.
“The trouble we’ve plunged into…head first…”
I roll my eyes. “Caleb…”
“He thinks your decision blows and I fear he’s going to erect an uprising.”
Aand he’s successfully sucked the mood from the room. “I get it.”
“One more…” He laughs, pinning me against his hips. “One more.”
I sigh. “Go on then.’”
“Some might say he feels shafted by your ultimatum and is praying you come to your senses.”
I sit up, straightening my spine. “Okay. I think we’re done here.”
Caleb opens his mouth at the same time I hear the handle of my bedroom door creak. Fuck! No! No! No! NO! I slap my hand over Caleb’s mouth. My heart leaps into my throat as a panicked heat floods my body. I’m going to puke.
There’s a light tap on my door, but it allows no time to hide Caleb in the bathroom. I am screwed!
Mom opens the door and pops her head in. Her hair is tidy and her make up subtle. I wonder how I look to her? How does my room smell? Can she sense there’s a boy in here? How long until she notices the clothes thrown around my room don’t just belong to me?
“Cassia? Honey? Are you awake?”
She spots me beside my bed and I’m thankful she can only see me from my shoulders up. She has no idea my bare vagina is currently pressed against the abs of Father Andrews’ son. Please don’t let her come in. I beg God. I will say my prayers every day and I’ll even cook a meal for the next homeless dinner the church hosts.
“Uh…yeah?”
Oh, God. She knows. I can see it on her face. I’ve never been good at hiding the truth. Underneath me, Caleb’s body vibrates with silent laughter, his hands rubbing and pinching at my skin.
“I thought I heard a bang...” Mom wonders aloud, her finger curling around the door frame.
I almost broke a penis.
I glance around. “Oh, yeah. My drawer jammed. I had to kick it.”
She inches inside and I swallow hard, focusing on her floral button up shirt instead of her curious stare. FUCKING STOP!
She stops and leans her hip against the frame. “What are you doing down there?”
“Just…um…” Shit. I tuck my hair behind my ear. “Painting my toenails.”
“Before breakfast?”
“Yes. The nail polish is easier to apply…before work. In the morning.”
“Okay.” She eyes me suspiciously before nodding her head. “Your father had to leave for work earlier than expected...so it’ll just be you and me for breakfast and then I’ll take you to work. Pancakes sound good?”
The last thing I want to think about right now is food. I’m already trying to keep down an empty stomach.
“They sound great.”
With a light smile, she closes the door. I hold my hand over Caleb’s mouth until I’m certain she’s gone. Exhaling, I rake my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath, desperate to calm the rapid beat of my heart. “Holy shit that was close.”
Caleb’s slides his silky hands up my flat stomach, inching my shirt as he goes.
“I’m going to assume I’m not invited downstairs for pancakes.” He says, gliding his palms over my breasts to toy with my nipples.
They strain against his touch and ache like nothing else as he rubs them between the soft pads of his fingers.
“No.”
He feigns offence. “I feel used.”
I chuckle. This is not how this was supposed to go. I can’t believe he showed up here last night. I can’t believe I let him in, let him sleep in my bed, and allowed him to shower with me. What is happening to me?
“You have to go.”
He smirks and snatches the collar of my nightgown in his hand. With a rough tug, he pulls me forward, my chest flat against his. “I’d rather not.”
“Caleb…” I mutter, rapidly losing oxygen in my lungs.
He smells amazing.
He always smells amazing.
“I don’t know if this is worth the risk…”
“Of course it is.” His eyes flick over my face. “From the second I saw you it was always worth the risk.”
My heart stutters, stops, and picks up at an erratic pace, fluttering like the wings on a butterfly. Whether or not he means what he said, I don’t know, but it sure is nice to hear.
“And how many girls have you said that to?”
“Including you?”
Scowling, I nod.
“One.”
Again with the stupid heart fluttering. This is dangerous. His words are dangerous, like stones hiding in a block of milk chocolate. I wait for him to play it off as a joke or turn it into something dirty. But he doesn’t...and the possibility of him actually wanting to be together is realer this morning than it was when he asked me last night.
I glance at his mouth. “Do you remember what you asked me last night?”
He laughs. “I remember the harsh burn of rejection when you said no.”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” I rake my teeth over my bottom lip, choosing my next words carefully. “I wasn’t sure if you meant it…or if it’s the right decision to make.”
“I meant it—I mean, I’m almost one hundred percent sure I meant it.”
I frown. “Almost?”
“I’m not an easy person to understand. I don’t even understand myself I just…I know what makes me feel good.” Caleb brushes my long, blonde waves over my shoulder and away from his face. “You make me feel good. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that—with you—but I know I don’t want it to go away.”
Chest to chest, my heart melts into his. To be told I make him feel good and that I shed a tiny bit of light on his dark existence fills me with a warmth I can’t describe. I’m a woman of many words and yet I find myself speechless. Maybe I would li
ke to be with him exclusively and maybe my parents can go fuck themselves if they don’t like it.
I kiss him on the mouth and as my heart drips into his, sizzling against the coals of his troubles, my feelings are realized.
Caleb Andrews is fucking mine.
We fucked.
Again.
And it was everything I needed and more.
Banging Cassia is like sticking your dick in a cotton candy machine. I don’t know if that’s a good thing, but I love cotton candy so…it says it all, really.
I couldn’t find my t-shirt so I just threw on my hoodie, slipped into my pants, put on my shoes, and climbed down her balcony. I made a fucking racket and almost broke my ankles, but it was worth it. To be honest, I haven’t been this happy in a long time. When I stepped out into the sun I was actually excited to see it in its full glory. It’s brighter than I remember, much brighter than its dull counterpart from yesterday.
As I was cutting through her backyard, uncaring if her mother saw me, I got this crazy, insane craving for pancakes. If only I knew of a place close by that would make acquiring pancakes possible. The grin that spread across my face was the evilest thing I’d ever felt.
Which brings me to now.
I hit the door bell and rap my knuckles against the fine, oak wood. I wait all of ten seconds before Linda opens the door to me.
“Good morning, Caleb.” She greets me, pulling the door wide open. “Is everything okay? How can I help you?”
“Everything is fine.” I tell her and for once it’s not a lie.
“Who is it, Mom?”
My insides go all gooey at the sweet tenor of Cassia’s voice. She is going to kick my ass for this, but it serves her right. You can’t own a stallion and not feed it. It’s cruel.
I peer over Linda’s slender shoulder and when Cassia’s eyes lock onto mine, they widen as fury floods her delicate features. I love an angry woman.
Her hair is damp, her tight, black work uniform clinging to her body like a second skin.