Stolen Course(28)

My body may know what it wants, but I want to have some fun with this sexy man first. Ice sounds like the perfect addition to this undeniable heat.

Standing on my toes, I peck his lips and quickly turn towards the kitchen. I add extra sway to my hips as I move away from him, offering nothing but a flirty glance over my shoulder. Just before I cross into the kitchen, I spin around to face him. I pull my hair loose from the ponytail and enjoy watching him squirm as I back away. I can see his chest heaving and the promising bulge against the zipper of his jeans. Licking my lips, I turn and head toward the freezer.

I don’t make it far before I feel a warm, solid body press up against my back. My hand hurries to grasp the handle of the freezer door, but just as quickly, his fingers close around mine.

“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 fuck 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.