She kept sucking him off as the contractions continued, until the final spasms receded at last.

“Oh, fuck!” he breathed.

She stood up and immediately sat down next to him on the edge of the bed, since her legs were shakier than she expected. Her stomach felt tight and heavy, but she didn’t panic the way she had last night.

He was still breathing heavily. “I’ll take that kind of thank-you any day.”

She smiled when his eyes found hers, and reached over to carefully remove the condom.

She carried it to the bathroom, knowing he was watching her as she walked away.

Taking a deep breath, she threw away the used condom. She washed her hands thoroughly and glanced up to look at herself in the mirror.

Smoothing a few flyaway hairs, she registered her very flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. She glanced down and saw that her nipples were visibly hard through her camisole.

And for the first time she realized that she was actually wet—in fact, deeply aroused.

The realization was very disturbing.

It was fine. It would make things much easier for what would come later, and she’d been prepping herself for this kind of response all day. But it still felt wrong in a way she couldn’t articulate.

She shouldn’t—she just shouldn’t—get turned on from giving Caleb a blow job.

She pushed the thought aside and made herself return to the bedroom, hardening herself again. If she’d stayed away too long, he would’ve wondered why. She found Caleb stretched out on the bed, looking very pleased with himself.

He was in his forties, and—no matter how much of a sex god he might be—he wouldn’t necessarily be able to get another erection immediately. But she was in the sex mode now, and she wanted to make sure this was good enough to hold his interest in the days to come. She thought quickly through possibilities for extending the time.

“Why don’t you let me give you a massage?” she suggested.

Caleb raised his eyebrows. “I thought I’d already gotten my thank-you.”

Kelly smiled slowly. “I have a lot to thank you for, and I promise to make it worth your time.”

When he still looked skeptical, she twitched her brows at him in an ironically enticing expression she thought might amuse him.

He chuckled and nodded, so she climbed on the bed beside him.

And began to undress him. Urging him to lie on his stomach, she worked on his shoulders, back, ass, and the backs of his legs. His body was really impressive for a man of his age. He obviously spent more time working than working out, but his muscles looked strong and efficient. His muscles were relaxing under her hands, and he would occasionally exhale hoarsely. She finished his calves, asked him to roll over, and then started up the fronts of his legs. She skipped his groin, and massaged his chest and belly, making sure her breasts and hair were swaying attractively as she worked.

When she glanced down his body, she saw that he was starting to get hard again—which was faster than she’d expected. So she moved her hands to his shaft, his balls, and the surrounding areas. Soon, he was fully erect.

She stopped.

He focused on her, intelligence still evident in his expression, despite his deep arousal. “You’re not a tease, are you?”

“Of course not. I just feel like I’ve been doing all the work.”

“You have. I thought it was a thank-you.”

“It was. But I think I’ve thanked you enough.”

He seemed to understand what she was getting at, because he was sitting up on the bed, naked, gorgeous, and erect.

Her breath hitched as she stared at him.

“So it’s your turn, then. What do you want?” he asked thickly.

“I want you to take what you want.”

He studied her closely, evidently looking for some sort of reluctance. “Are you sure? Because what I want might be rough, and I know just a couple of nights ago you were—”

It was surprisingly sensitive, which would be troubling if she dwelled on it. So she didn’t. She just slanted him a very particular look. “I should have known you were more talk than action.”

“I guarantee that’s not true,” he said, his voice hoarser than before, his eyes and body tense. “Just tell me what you want, and you’ll have it.”

“I want a man who’s strong enough to take me.”

“Then you have him.”

He grabbed her without further hesitation and positioned her the way he wanted her, on her knees, holding onto the headboard, her skirt bunched up around her hips with her ass exposed to his view.

He pulled off her panties with a quick yank and grabbed one of the condoms on the nightstand, rolling it on before he knelt behind her.

His hands were strong and greedy as he pulled apart her butt cheeks to expose her pussy, and she had the disturbing realization that she didn’t even need the lubrication on the condom.

She cleared her mind. Distanced herself. Separated the real Kelly from the body being fucked.

Caleb started thrusting hard, steadily, deeply, holding on to the flesh of her ass.

She rocked her body with his motion, huffing out sounds she didn’t have to fake at the sensations from being taken this way.

He was grunting like an animal, gripping her flesh so tightly it might bruise.

Kelly closed her eyes, her hair and breasts undulating from the force of his thrusts. She tried to think about the morning news. About the weather forecast. About what she was going to wear tomorrow.

Her butt had started to grind against Caleb’s thrusts more urgently, causing her breasts to slap against her chest.

She sucked in her breath, hardly believing what her body was doing. Her hands fisted, she bent her elbows, lowering her head and shoulders so she wouldn’t be able to pump her hips against him so much.

It didn’t work.

“Oh, God,” she choked, feeling a deep pressure collect at her center.

He thrust into her harder, faster. “Tell me.” His voice sounded strangled, but he must have known she was on the verge of losing it.

She pressed her damp cheek against the pillow and bit her bottom lip, resisting the admission.

“Kelly?” It was a hoarse question, and she wasn’t sure if it was prompted by the hot dominance or by something conflicted he could sense in her.

“Gonna come,” she forced out, so he wouldn’t think anything was wrong.

It was wrong, but it happened to be true.

He made a rough sound in response and gripped her flesh even harder. The bed was shaking with his rhythm as he demanded, “Ask me.”

She knew what he was doing. It was still the same challenge. Get her to lose control, get her to beg. She wasn’t going to give in to it, no matter how her body was responding to him, no matter how much she needed him to think she was fully into this.

So she bit her lip again, refusing to give him what he wanted, even as the pleasure kept tightening into a coil inside her.

“Ask me,” he growled, fucking her hard and fast and in a way her body desperately needed.

She whimpered, still trying to resist, needing to come so badly her vision had blurred. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t. As if he were holding it back by the power of his will.

“Oh, God,” she mumbled, the demands of her body finally too powerful to resist. “Oh, God, please. Make me come. Make me come.”

With a guttural sound of satisfaction, his rhythm intensified. “Then come, Kelly. Come now.”

She hid her face as the pressure finally unleashed, gasping and moaning into the pillow as she came with intense waves of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, you’re coming so hard,” he rasped, as if she’d surprised him. He took her even more roughly then, until he finally came with an exclamation of satisfaction. Until Kelly no longer had to feel the lingering, pleasurable friction of his thrusts.

He was patting her bottom as he finished and pulled out. “Damn,” he said breathlessly, pushing her hair aside so he could see her face. “You did want someone to take you hard. These boys you’ve been fucking haven’t been giving you what you need.”