Dirty Little Secrets (Dirty Little #1)(21)

The cut of the dress that I’m wearing doesn’t really allow for a bra, so I usually go without. Tonight is no exception, and Caleb is taking full advantage of that, cupping and caressing me with only the thin fabric of my dress between his hand and my skin.

“I’ve been wanting you all night,” he says. His voice is low, rumbly, and full of desire. It makes all the hairs on my body stand on end. “I’ve been waiting to have you all to myself again.”

“You have me,” I tell him, my voice a breathy whisper.

“Mmmm, I do. Now what am I going to do with you?” His breath is warm against my ear, making me shiver. “I love this dress so much. I could see your nipples through it all night. I’ve been wanting to do this,” he says, giving my nipple a little pinch. I arch my back, wanting to feel more of his hand on my breast, and my ass pushes back against his erection, making him groan.

“Caleb?” I ask.

He’s skimming his chin along the crook of my neck, teasing, scratching me with his stubble. “Yeah?”

“What else have you been wanting to do?”

“This,” he says, sliding his deft hands down my sides, until they reach the hem of my dress. He pulls it up, until the fabric is bunched around my waist, then reaches for my underwear. “Fuck, Mia. You’re not wearing any-”


“Surprise,” I reply, feeling smug.

He cups my cheek, turning my head so he can reach my mouth and cover it with hot, lingering kisses. “I can’t believe you went out like this.”

“Why, are you jealous?” I’m really turned on, but I also wouldn’t mind having a little argument right now. I think that could only stoke the fire building inside of me.

“I’m just glad I’m the lucky bastard you came home with.”

Oh, an argument would be such a waste. These, these are the words I want to hear. “So lucky,” I tell him.

He slips one arm around my waist, bringing my ass in contact with his erection again as his other hand finds its way between my legs. I let out a soft moan as Caleb’s fingers work their magic on me.

“Fuck, you’re wet already.”

“I have been for a while,” I say, reaching back and stroking his cock through his pants. I only manage three passes before he pulls away, and I hear the frantic unbuckling of his belt and unzipping of his zipper behind me.

Caleb growls, nipping my earlobe. “I want you. Now.”

“Then have me,” I tell him, hoping the low, raspy tone in my voice will spur him on. I turn my head and glance over my shoulder. My breath catches as I get a good look at Caleb, all hard and impatient as he rips open a condom and rolls it on.

“Face the wall,” he says gruffly. “Brace yourself against it.”

I’m already so turned on, but Caleb telling me what to do, well…that dials everything up about 10 more notches. I do what he says, letting my fingers spread out for leverage as I place my hands against the wall.

“Good.” He slides his hand down my back, making my ass arch out toward him. He reaches down and runs his hands up the insides of my thighs. “Spread your legs.”

Slowly, Caleb’s arm finds its way across my middle, pulling me back, close to his body. He’s so warm, and I just want his skin against mine, but it seems like he has other plans for now. I spread my legs for him, and the second I do, I’m rewarded with his lips pressing kisses along the crook of my neck.

“How do you want me to f*ck you?” he asks.

My eyes flutter shut. I fight the urge to tell him to take me any way he wants, because I feel like I’ll only drag this out if I’m anything less than incredibly specific. “Fast,” I tell him. This isn’t going to be about tender touches and teasing. This is about hot, insatiable need. “Hard.”

Caleb slides the head of his cock along my slit, pressing it against my clit to the point where I’m pushing back into him, desperate for more.

“Please,” I beg.

Just that one little word sets Caleb off, and he pushes into me, making us both groan.

“More,” I gasp. “Harder.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. He’s holding onto me tightly, pounding his hips against me.

“You feel so good, Mia.” He’s practically breathless.

He feels amazing to me, stretching me, hitting me so deep in just the right spot.

“Make me feel better,” I breathe.

Even in his frantic hurry to f*ck me, he manages to exhale a little laugh, but he does exactly what I ask him to. He starts stroking my clit, his other hand gripping my breast. The fabric of my dress rubs against my nipples, making them harder. He keeps working my clit as he pounds into me, and it’s all too much. I let my head fall back to rest against Caleb’s shoulder, leaving my neck open for the taking, because it seems to be his favorite spot.

“I’m…I…”

“You gonna come?” he asks. His voice is thready and tight, like he’s holding on by a string, staving off his orgasm until I have mine.

“Yeah. Yes, just…”

Like he knows what I’m going to ask him for, he rubs my clit a little harder, a little faster, and before I know it I’m falling apart in his arms. He lets me ride it out, and then I feel him stiffen behind me, his hips stuttering in an unfocused rhythm as he comes.