Stolen Course(29)

"Open your eyes. I don’t want you to disappear again," he breathes.

I have no choice but to obey his command and slowly open my eyes.

“I never left.” I blink, focusing my hazy gaze on his strong, handsome face.

Caleb’s rhythm slightly falters as his eyes meet mine. I try not to read into that small reaction, but I’m shocked by the intensity staring back at me.

"You're fucking beautiful," he says in a voice so rough and deep it sounds—and feels— like liquid sex sliding over my body. As he presses his thumb to my swollen clit and curling his fingers inside me, I feel the ache starting to build. He ghosts his lips over my neck, wetting my skin with his hot mouth. "Come on, Emmy. I need to get inside you, but I want you to come first.” His words and the feel of his breath on my skin are enough to light the blaze that is burning inside me.

Never taking my eyes off of his, I come so hard that, if Caleb weren’t holding on to me, I might have fallen off the counter. I ride his fingers until my orgasm begins to subside. With lust still roaring in my eyes, he brings his fingers to his mouth and slowly slides them in one by one, licking and sucking every last drop of my release.

My orgasm-induced fog is thick, but my eyes still drift down his hard body and land on his cock. The corner of my lips tip up an inch at the very thought of him moving inside me.

“I believe I owe you a little something,” I say, placing a hand on his hard stomach. I give him a slight push and hop off the counter.

“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 fucker. 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 fuck, 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 pussy 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 fucking 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.