Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)(26)

“You don’t owe me anything, but I’m sure as hell going to take it anyway,” he says, grabbing my ass and pressing against me.

His eyes have grown dark, and his skin is flushed and damp with sweat. My legs are a little wobbly, and I pause a minute to make sure they still work. Giggling under my breath, I grab him by the waist of his jeans and turn towards his bedroom. With a wink, I drag him after me down the hall. Caleb doesn't complain and remains quiet behind me, but his facial expression hits me right on the clit.

That. Fucking. Smirk. It’s going to be the death of me.

Oh yeah. It’s my turn to play now.

When we reach his bedroom, I push Caleb in front of me and close the door with a loud click. He stands still, watching my every move with hooded eyes.

“Condom?” I ask as he stands frozen in the middle of the room—clearly enjoying the show.

He doesn’t utter a word, but his eyes point to the drawer on his nightstand. I walk around him and open it to pull out a condom and—what do you know—a brand-spanking-new bottle of lube.

“You won’t be needing that,” he says, licking his lips.

Dirty f*cker. I am going to wipe that smirk right off his face.

“Who says it’s for me?” I offer him a sexy smile of my own.

He shakes his head and silently laughs while staring at the ceiling.

Moving in front of him, I place my hands on his stomach and slide them inside of his jeans. I push his pants down his muscular hips and over his very eager erection. I’ve been with men before…but f*ck, I already know Caleb is going to be amazing. Even if he just lies there, I could ride my way to multiple orgasms with what he’s packing. My * is so wet I can feel it drip on the inside on my thigh, reminding me of my nudity. I squat, forcing his jeans all the way to the ground. I look up commandingly, urging him to step out.

Before he follows my unspoken directions, he reaches forward to tug my nipple.

Was that a f*cking challenge?

I lock my legs and rise, strategically dragging my breasts over his dick and up his chest. His resounding groan matches the moan caught in my throat.

“Hey, you,” I say, pausing as we both stand completely naked in the middle of his bedroom.

He swipes his tongue out and across my lips before responding. “Hey.”

Curling his arm around the small of my waist, he pulls me a step closer. But I place my palm against his stomach to keep a fraction of an inch between us. What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait? Apparently Caleb missed that memo, because his hand comes up and grips my wrist, pulling it aside and closing the invisible gap. My eyes meet his, and my legs almost give out from his smoldering look. I wonder if he can see that I’m vibrating, because I have zero doubt that I am right now.

This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and he hasn’t even been inside me yet.

Taking a deep breath, I move a few inches in his direction, forcing him backwards and his legs to hit the bed. With less than a gentle shove, I push him down on the bed. I quickly straddle his thighs and push his shoulders down to follow his body.

"Move to the top of the bed," I demand with a sexy purr.

His muscles move and tighten as he follows the order. He pauses for a brief second during his ascent. Rebelliously, his hand snakes forward, gripping the back of my hair, and pulls me in for a borderline painful kiss. I melt into him as his tongue skillfully plunders my mouth. Unable to fight it any longer, I begin to climb the bed—and his body—to take what his hard-on clearly states he is offering.

“No, carry on. I’m enjoying this.” He pushes me away, his thick cock slapping his stomach as he shifts all the way to the top of the bed.

I watch him for a minute to see if he is patronizing me, but his hands clenching the sheet beside him give him away.

Carry on. My. Fucking. Pleasure.

I stalk up his body like he's my prey. Stopping at his cock, I slide my tongue over my lips—making sure my breath hits him, but nothing else. Just as I hoped, it twitches, and he lets out a groan. Darting my tongue, I slide it up his hard shaft and back down the other side.

“Fuck, Emmy.”

Caleb's muscles tighten under my legs, and I smile as I wrap my mouth around the tip of his cock and quickly devour him—sliding him all the way to the back of my throat. I hear a strangled, “Fuck,” growled from above me. He tastes so good that I hum my approval around him.

“Emmy, f*ck...” Like a flash, he reaches down and grabs me under the arms. He slings me up the bed and rolls so he tops me. “I get it. You want to run this…and as sexy as that is…that’s not the way it’s going to happen.”

“Really? I beg to differ.” I sling a leg over his hips and forcefully roll him over to his back.

He lets out a quick laugh but goes over easily. “Oh, Emmy. I love to hear you beg,” he says, humorously submitting to me as I push his hands over his head.

I grab the condom off the nightstand and tear it open with my teeth, I roll it down his strained erection like a pro. With one hand wrapped tightly around his dick, I run the fingers of my other hand between my legs and through my folds. My fingers slide back and forth with ease—looks like I won't need that lube after all. I position him at my entrance and slide his hard cock over my wet slit just for good measure. Catching his eyes with mine, I press his tip inside me and we both moan as I slowly sink down on top of him. I take a minute and let my body adjust to his size and catch my breath. All the moisture in the world couldn’t have prepared me for this. Fuck. Caleb Jones just claimed me without even moving.