Dirty Little Secrets (Dirty Little #1)(12)

I want to give him as much pleasure as he’s giving me, so I unbutton and unzip his pants. Caleb’s so worked up over what he’s doing that he doesn’t seem to notice that I’ve got plans of my own until my hand slips under the waistband of his boxer briefs, and around his thick, hard cock.

As I stroke him, Caleb leans back, watching my hand move up and down his length. He’s still cupping my breasts, still working my nipples, and it feels so good. It feels even better, watching him watching me touch him like this.

I slide my thumb over the bead of moisture that has formed on the head of his cock, and I can actually feel him shudder. He kisses me then, all lust-drunk and sloppy, and it’s so good. He pulls away after nipping my bottom lip, and in a move I’m incredibly grateful for, he flips me until I’m spread out on the sofa, and he’s kneeling on the floor between my legs.

Caleb wastes no time unbuttoning my pants. A little earlier in the evening, I would’ve expected him to be all about teasing and seduction, but we’re well past that point now. The two of us are nothing but fiery lust and need at this point. He curls his fingers around the waist of my pants and my panties, and slides them down quickly. He tosses them somewhere over his shoulder—I barely even register it—and then sits back for a moment, just looking at me. I’m spread open before him, with nothing between us now. He’s still fully dressed, aside from his pants hanging off of his waist, and being naked here in front of him like that turns me on even more.

He runs his hands up the insides of my thighs, then licks his lips in anticipation.

“I’m going to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” he says, his voice dripping with lust and promise. “And I’m not gonna stop until you’re so exhausted you can’t keep your eyes open. How does that sound?”

I look down at him, and can barely focus on anything that isn’t his warm breath against my skin, and how close his mouth is to the place I want him more than anything.

“Mia,” he says, sliding his hands up, up, up, until his thumbs are rubbing maddening circles oh-so-close to my clit. “How does that sound?”

I lick my lips and let out a long breath. Caleb’s looking right at my mouth, like he wants to kiss me senseless.

“It sounds good,” I reply. Short, simple words are all I can manage at this point.


Caleb leans forward, and slides the flat of his tongue across my wet slit, circling my clit before sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh god,” I cry, gripping his hair between my fingers.

Caleb’s arms crook under my knees, then he grips my hips, and pulls me down so my ass is resting right on the edge of the sofa. The look in his eyes is nearly predatory, and his lips are wet from me.

“It sounds good?” he asks, trying to sound offended. Then, as if he wants to prove some kind of a point, he goes down on me with reckless abandon. He’s licking and sucking at a maddening pace, and I’m rocking my hips against his face, wanting any kind of friction it will give me. I can’t even hang on to him anymore, I’m just a writhing mess, desperate to come. I grip the back of the couch for leverage, for something that tethers me to this world.

Caleb slips his fingers inside of me, and I’m done for. Breathless, muscles squeezing him, pleasure coursing across every nerve in my body as I cry out. He holds onto me as I ride out my orgasm, and when my breathing finally slows, I grip his henley and pull him up for a kiss. He tastes like me, and I moan into his mouth.

“Still sound good?” he asks, grinning.

“It sounds great,” I reply between kisses. “It sounds amazing. Mind blowing.”

“Mind blowing?”

I nod. My body is firing off aftershocks from my orgasm, so I grind against his cock. His boxers are still down from where I touched him earlier, so it’s just skin on wet, slick skin, and I can tell it catches Caleb off guard.

Caleb picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“I want you, Mia. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you in that bar.”

“I want you,” I say, grinding against him again. His patience is obviously wearing thin, and I love that. I want him to lose control.

He leans in, and sucks on the skin just behind my ear before he says, “Don’t make me wait.”





CHAPTER EIGHT





“You’re staring,” Caleb says, grinning.

“You’re beautiful.” My thoughts are kind of a jumbled-up mess as I’m kneeling on the edge of Caleb’s bed, drinking in the sight of his naked, perfect body. His skin is tanned and practically flawless, muscles rippling everywhere in an understated way. It’s not obnoxious, he just looks…sculpted. His cock is hard and ready; the sight of it makes my mouth water, and my body sings with anticipation. I want him inside of me more than I want anything else right now. I might want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything, which is just a ridiculous notion.

It still seems true, right here in the moment.

Caleb takes a step toward me, gently sliding his hand across my cheek, until his fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck. We kiss, and as we’re kissing, he plants his knee on the bed, bringing his other hand around to the small of my back. He moves forward, taking me along with him, until my head is resting on a soft, fluffy pillow. He kisses me some more, warm and slow, and I slide my hands across every inch of his body I can reach.