Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)(25)

“Whatcha doing, Emmy?” he asks with a devilish tone.

“I’m about to make you beg.” I stare over my shoulder into his entrancing blue gaze.

“Shit. That’s too bad, because I was about to f*ck you right here in the middle of my kitchen.”

A slight shudder runs through my body as I anticipate what’s to come. As he circles his strong arms around me, his hot breath is at my ear. He glides his hands up my stomach but stops just below my breasts.

The power struggle has officially begun.

“I like my idea better,” I lie, pressing my ass into his cock.

He groans into my neck and the vibrations from his throat tickle my shoulder. Grabbing my wrist, still holding the freezer door, he effortlessly spins me to face him. When his lips meet mine, I can't stop the trembling that pulses through me. I hang on tight to Caleb’s strong shoulders as he begins to devour my mouth. I am so lost in this man that my mind barely registers his fingers flipping open the button of my jeans.

What seems like only a breath later, his hand is inside my panties, rough fingertips circling my sensitive clit. He quickly shoves down my jeans, and wantonly, I spread my legs to help him. He wastes no time dipping one long finger into my wetness, then another. An audible moan escapes from deep inside, and Caleb brings his mouth to mine—swallowing my cry.

“Caleb,” I exhale against his mouth.

“There’s no one else here, Emmy,” he says, sweeping his tongue against mine.

I can’t let him take charge of this. I want him, but I want to control it.

As my hands slide down over his broad chest, my fingers map the planes of his muscles all the way to the clasp of his pants. I undo the button and make quick work of spreading the fabric wide. It’s not exactly a secret that I’m eager to feel what’s hidden behind his denim. Nipping along his neckline, I reach inside his jeans and am met with the smooth, and surprisingly hairless, warm skin of Caleb’s hard cock. If it was promising in clothes, it’s revolutionary unsheathed. I wrap my hand around him just as I feel a hiss linger over my skin.

Hallelujah! He’s freaking huge, smooth, and oh so hard against my palm. I can’t even begin to check off all the boxes on my sexual wish list that Caleb has filled tonight.

Slowly, I begin to stroke him from base to tip. Groaning in protest, he slides his fingers in and out of me harder and faster than before. I can almost see his patience escaping him just seconds before he lifts me up and forcefully wraps my legs around his waist. It’s not exactly like I was fighting him though.

He carries me to the counter and gently places my ass on the cool granite. With one arm wrapped around my hips and the other inside me, Caleb doesn't miss a beat. I once again moan into his mouth and push my hips to meet the thrusts of his hand. I have no idea nor do I care what I look like at this moment. All I can think about is the rhythm of his pistoling fingers.

When I drop my head back, my hair cascades down my back, sending even more tingles over my sensitive skin. My body is thrumming with the intensity of unexpected emotion, but just before that feeling can shut me down, Caleb grabs my attention.

“Why do I feel like I just lost you?” He sucks hard against by bottom lip, his teeth roughly raking over it.

“There’s no one else here, Caleb.” I throw his words playfully right back at him— biting his top lip in the process. “Now stop talking and get to work.”

He smiles, and it burns like I’m looking at the sun. So. Fucking. Perfect. I hate his cocky ass sometimes. That’s what I want to think, feel, and say. However, one look at that confident grin and I know I’m here to stay. Fortunately—or unfortunately—Caleb must feel it too.

His lips slide down to my neck, over my collarbone, and back up my neck to the tip of my chin. His mouth is soft and wet, and it’s slowly driving me wild. I lift my head, eyes closed, lost in the emotion and overwhelming pleasure that I secretly knew he would bring to me.

"Open your eyes. I don’t want you to disappear again," he breathes.

I have no choice but to obey his command and slowly open my eyes.

“I never left.” I blink, focusing my hazy gaze on his strong, handsome face.

Caleb’s rhythm slightly falters as his eyes meet mine. I try not to read into that small reaction, but I’m shocked by the intensity staring back at me.

"You're f*cking beautiful," he says in a voice so rough and deep it sounds—and feels— like liquid sex sliding over my body. As he presses his thumb to my swollen clit and curling his fingers inside me, I feel the ache starting to build. He ghosts his lips over my neck, wetting my skin with his hot mouth. "Come on, Emmy. I need to get inside you, but I want you to come first.” His words and the feel of his breath on my skin are enough to light the blaze that is burning inside me.

Never taking my eyes off of his, I come so hard that, if Caleb weren’t holding on to me, I might have fallen off the counter. I ride his fingers until my orgasm begins to subside. With lust still roaring in my eyes, he brings his fingers to his mouth and slowly slides them in one by one, licking and sucking every last drop of my release.

My orgasm-induced fog is thick, but my eyes still drift down his hard body and land on his cock. The corner of my lips tip up an inch at the very thought of him moving inside me.

“I believe I owe you a little something,” I say, placing a hand on his hard stomach. I give him a slight push and hop off the counter.