Dirty Little Secrets (Dirty Little #1)(40)

“Why didn’t you mention that?” he asks, as his lips continue their incredibly pleasant assault on my body. He lifts his head, his eyebrows furrowed together. “Hell, why didn’t I think of that?”

“Maybe you were distracted by me,” I say, arching my back to give me more contact with him. “I know I was distracted by thoughts of you doing what you’re doing right now.”

That answer makes him move to my other breast and continue the kissing and licking with even more enthusiasm. “So, you were too distracted by the thought of having sex to think of having sex?”

“Well…yes.”

He laughs, as his hand slides down the side of my thigh. “One of the many things I love about you.”

Somewhere, in the part of my brain that isn’t completely filled with lust and thoughts of sex, I register that Caleb just said the L-word, but I’m too wrapped up in all the things that he’s doing to my body to be able to focus on it. If I try to focus on anything other than what he’s doing to my body, I’m 99% sure that my brain will short circuit a little bit. Besides, loving something about someone isn’t the same as actually loving them. Those are two different things, so I’m not even going to dedicate any of my precious brainpower to dwelling on it.

“I was also thinking about doing this,” I tell him, gently pushing on his abs. “Lie back.”

With a wicked grin, Caleb does exactly as I ask. He knows what I’m going to do; the anticipation of it is written all over his face, and in the taught pull of his muscles. He loves it when I suck his dick, and it’s been far too long for both of us. He settles himself against the pillows, looking like some kind of artfully arranged Adonis. His body is just unfair, but I can’t deny the fact that I feel incredibly lucky that I’m the one who gets to see him like this, to make him feel so, so good. I know there are countless women who would love to be in my place, and I don’t take that for granted.

With a gentle scratch, I slide my nails down his abs. He’s irresistible like this—hard body and harder cock—and I just can’t keep my hands off of him. I maneuver myself between his legs, and when I get myself situated in a comfortable position, I slide my hands up the insides of his thighs. His muscles tighten, like he’s doing whatever he can to hang onto his control.


I’m going to see just how far I can push him tonight.

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice tight.

“You know what I’m doing,” I say. I’m making a concerted effort to touch him everywhere but the place he wants it most.

“You’re teasing me, that’s what.”

I laugh as I grip his hard length, sliding my hand up and down. He lets out a sigh of relief when he feels my touch, and he lifts his hips, looking for friction, needing more than just my short, slow strokes.

“Mia,” he says. It’s like he’s pleading and growling all at once. “Put your mouth on my cock.”

I love it when he’s vocal about what he wants, and when he’s a little bit bossy about it. I do what he says, as I lean down and lick a long strip along the underside of his shaft, then swirl my tongue around the head. Caleb lifts his head so he can watch, and his eyelids are heavy with lust. He reaches down and threads his fingers through my hair. He’d never force my head down, but I know he wants me to take him into my mouth.

So, I do. I swirl my tongue around him, alternating sucking and licking. I grip his base with my hand, alternating the movement of my hand and my mouth. He’s making these short, low grunts with every move I make, and his breath is coming in quick, hard pants. I keep eye contact with him as I lick and tease more noises out of him. It’s almost like a game with myself, wondering what kind of noises my mouth will coax out of him.

“I love your mouth,” he says, and I show him just how skilled my mouth is. “Fuck. Deeper.”

I take him in as deep as I can, then swallow around the tip of his cock as I give his balls a gentle tug. He’s propped up on one elbow now, his head thrown back, Adam’s apple bobbing as strangled sounds escape his mouth. The bed sheet is twisted between his fingers, and he’s trembling with the sheer force of will it takes not to thrust up into my mouth.

I sit back for a moment, needing to catch my breath from the sheer intensity of it all, and in one quick motion, Caleb lifts me up so that I’m draped across his chest. Our mouths crash together, and he kisses me slowly, all desperate and deep.

“Get up on your knees,” he says, his lips moving against mine. “Get up on your knees and hold onto the headboard.”

It’s obvious that Caleb knows that I get turned on when he tells me what to do in bed, and I always respond enthusiastically. He rustles around behind me, probably putting on a condom, and the mattress dips as he situates himself behind me. His thighs bracket mine, and his skin is so incredibly warm. One of his hands slides up my side, until he’s cupping my right breast, and he rubs my nipple between his index finger and thumb. With his free hand, he gathers my hair and lays it over my left shoulder, then latches onto my neck as he thrusts up inside of me.

I arch my back, pulling him in deeper. “Oh god,” I say, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.

“Relax into me,” he says, wrapping his arms around my chest and middle. “I’ve got you.” Caleb keeps moving his hips relentlessly, and he reaches down to rub at my clit. The spot he’s hitting inside of me is amazing.