Chapter 5

Kelly’s hot cheek was pressed down against a flattened pillow, and her bottom was high in the air.

Her naked body shook from the intensity of her pleasure and from the force of Caleb’s thrusting behind her. His cock was buried in her deeply, and his pelvis pistoned against her ass with increasing urgency.

“Oh, God!” she cried, trying desperately to keep her voice down as consecutive waves of heat and cold slammed into her. “Oh, God, Caleb!”

“You gonna come, baby?” He’d spent a long time on foreplay before positioning her body so he could fuck her hard from behind. She thought he was pretty far gone.

But not as far gone as she was.

“Yeah, yeah, gonna come!” Her hands fisted in the sheet as she squirmed her hips desperately against Caleb’s fast thrusts.

A scream was lodged tightly in her throat, but she held it back—out of instinct, if nothing else.

When the crash of her orgasm hit, she turned her head so she could bury her face in the pillow. Unable to suppress her scream of pleasure and relief, she let it out, muffled by the pillow. Her body convulsed awkwardly in her undignified position, but that only intensified the sensations.

Breathless and weak from her climax, she turned her head to the side as she finally came down. Panting wetly against the pillow, she let her body relax. She was still supported on her folded knees, her bottom in the air and her chest and shoulders against the mattress. Caleb held fistfuls of her ass, and his cock was still deep inside her clinging channel. But he wasn’t thrusting at the moment.

“That sounded like a good one,” he said, his voice hoarse but controlled. With one hand, he released her and reached down to stroke her damp hair away from her heated face.

The caress felt good and Kelly sighed in pleasure. “It was. Amazing. I wasn’t too loud, was I?”

“No. Just loud enough.”

She snorted. “Why do I suspect you’re getting a caveman thrill out of the doggie style?”

Caleb chuckled briefly, his palm stroking with luscious pressure down the length of her spine. “Why do I suspect you are too?”

She was. She was sopping wet, her moisture leaking out around his cock and trickling down her inner thighs. Her walls still clung to his hard length, occasionally clenching with a lingering contraction. “Not me. This position was your idea.”

With another soft laugh, Caleb started to rock his hips against her bottom, moving his cock very slightly. Then he reached around her body and stroked her open, his fingers finally pressing into her clit.

He rubbed her swollen flesh with firm pressure as his hips established a new rhythm.

“Oh, God!” she cried sharply, too loudly, as an unexpected force of pressure surged through her.

“Yes,” Caleb hissed, rhythmically pleasuring her with his hand and his cock. “Good, baby.”

She was already shaking again as a second climax swelled up thick and fast. “Oh, oh, Caleb!” Since her voice was becoming shrill, she started to hide her face in the pillow.

“No,” he rasped. “Let me see.”

She didn’t argue, feeling another thrill of power and pleasure at his desire to watch her come. But, still conscious of there being other people in the house, she bit her lip hard to keep from screaming.

“Fuck, Kelly. You’re so good, so good. Come for me, baby.”

She came hard, trapped between the sensations from his cock and his massage of her clit. She sobbed and wheezed through the pleasure as her hips rode out the contractions. And when he kept thrusting and rubbing her clit, she came again, crying out his name.

She was nearly drained from her climaxes, and her body was deliciously limp with sensuous satisfaction. So she didn’t resist as Caleb pulled out, his cock still hard, and gently turned her over onto her back.

She was so wet that his slide back inside her pussy caused a sloppy sound of suction. She arched up, moaning at the penetration against her tight, sensitive inner walls.

“Caleb,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around him as he lowered his upper body close to hers. “Caleb.”

He met her eyes deeply and kissed her hard. As the kiss progressed, his pelvis began to rock against hers again.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt an ache in her chest as he paused to position them even higher. She loved how intensely he wanted to feel her, how close he wanted to be, how deep he wanted to get.

In the last week, ever since he’d admitted that he loved her, she’d had no choice but to see how much Caleb had meant the words. How much he needed her.

“Is this all right, baby?” he asked thickly, his face pressed against the crook of her neck.

“Yeah, it’s good. Caleb, it’s so good.”

As he began to fuck her with more urgency, he lifted his face to look down at hers. “Can you come again?”

Her head tossed as the sensations overwhelmed her from his cock working in her overly sensitized pussy. “Don’t know. But don’t stop. Caleb, don’t stop!”

He didn’t. And she watched through half-closed eyes as he let himself go, unleashing his control and taking primal pleasure in her body.

She came again as he did and they both muffled their cries of climax in an urgent, clumsy kiss.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them utterly wiped out. They clung to each other until Caleb’s body started to feel too heavy and Kelly became uncomfortably aware of how wet the sheet was beneath her from the mingling of their fluids.

“Caleb,” she croaked, her voice barely working.

With a groan, he rolled them over on their sides, obviously unwilling yet to end the embrace. She lay in his arms for a few more minutes, their hot, damp skin sticking together.

He’d pulled her into his arms as soon as she’d gotten to his house at around six, and then he’d started to kiss her urgently, without any more of a greeting. She’d responded immediately, and they’d ended up in the bedroom.

Now it was almost time for them to go out to dinner with his friend Wes, and Kelly could hardly move.

She was exhausted and sore and emotionally drained, and she didn’t want to have dinner with Wes. She didn’t want to deal with his possible suspicions of her.

All she wanted to do was lie with Caleb like this.

But it would look far more suspicious if she didn’t go, so she didn’t really have a choice.

“We need to get going soon,” she said at last, her voice hoarse and tired.

He made a little groan and released his arms, which had been holding her tightly. “Maybe we could cancel.”

She felt a little jump of relief. “Sounds good to me.”

She felt his body release a long breath. “We can’t. Wes is going back to Paris tomorrow.”

Her heart dropped back to the normal position. She should have known it was too much to hope for. But she just had to make it through this one dinner, and then she’d be rid of Wes for good. “Yeah. Then we better get ready, or we’ll be late.”

She didn’t immediately make a move to get going, though. She didn’t really care if they were late.

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“Is there some reason you don’t like Wes?” Caleb asked forty minutes later, as his chauffeured car drove them into the city to the restaurant where they were meeting Wes and his date.

She kept her eyes wide and innocent. “What do you mean?” She had a sinking feeling, though, like she’d made a strategic mistake.

“You tell me. Is there some reason you don’t like Wes?” His dark eyes scanned her face closely, in a way that threatened to expose her completely.

“Of course not. I barely know him. I’m just tired this evening—after our round of sex before we left—so I don’t want to stay too late. I didn’t mean we have to cut it short.”

“What did he say to you last weekend at the party?”

She stifled a groan, realizing that she’d messed up with her casual suggestion that they not stay very long at dinner tonight. “I told you before—he didn’t say anything. Just that it was nice to meet me.”