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Sierra

“ B aby.” The way he says that nickname, a couple of things happen at the same time.

One, my knees almost give out, and then the second is the flutter happening in my stomach.

His hand comes up, and his fingertips trail my cheek.

“I was ready the second I laid eyes on you.” I watch as he bends to kiss my lips.

My eyes luckily stay open because it’s so soft I wouldn’t have felt it. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He turns to walk out of the room, my eyes going to his perfect fucking ass.

“Caleb,” I call his name, and he looks over his shoulder.

His mouth goes into a smirk as he turns, and my feet are moving before my head can tell them not to.

I swing my hips side to side, the courage courtesy of the half a bottle of wine I drank.

I get on my tippy-toes, my hand going to his chest and then up into his hair before I press my chest to his.

I bite his lower lip right before I slide my tongue into his mouth.

One of his hands goes to the side of my neck, the other goes to my ass as he squeezes and pulls me even closer to him.

His cock hardens for me, and I raise one leg and cock it over his hip.

The hand on my ass now wraps around my waist as he picks me up off my feet.

My legs wrap around his waist before he walks back to my bed, and instead of throwing me on the bed like I want him to do, he turns and sits down on the bench I have right in front of the bed.

I unwrap my legs from around his waist as my head turns to the other side to deepen the kiss, and I get on my knees, straddling him.

I move my hips up and down, making us both moan as his hand goes to my ass, and he squeezes and moves my hips up and down.

“God,” I groan when I let go of his mouth for a second, but then I want it back.

My hands go into his hair as I kiss him with everything I have.

Fuck, this man can fucking kiss. He kisses the ever-loving shit out of me as I grind on his cock as if we’re both in high school.

His hands move from my ass to my sides and then up as he cups my tits in his hands.

My nipples strain to get out of my bra. He pushes down one side of my bodysuit, taking the bra with him.

His hand now kneads my naked breast, rolling my nipple, sending a shock right through me and straight to my clit.

“Caleb,” I mutter as he lets go of my mouth and bends his head to take my nipple into his mouth.

My hips move up and down his cock as he pushes the other side down and takes the other nipple into his mouth.

I close my eyes, my fingers in the back of his hair as he plays with one nipple while biting the other one, then sucking it into his mouth.

“Baby,” he says, trailing his tongue from one nipple to the other as I look down and watch him bite it before twirling his tongue around it.

I close my eyes, and my head falls back as I rotate my hips against him.

I can’t help but moan as he moves his hips at the same time.

My covered clit moves side to side and up and down on his cock.

Wanting to feel it skin to skin is excruciating.

He wraps one arm around my waist, pushing me even harder down on him, while the other one runs up my back and into my hair.

He fists his hand, pulling my hair even more, giving him access to my neck.

He sucks right next to my nipple before trailing his tongue and kisses all the way to my collarbone.

He nibbles on it before he moves to my neck.

My whole body feels like I’ll explode from his touch.

Every single time I feel his tongue on my skin, I get a shiver, and then it shoots through me, and I want him to bury himself inside me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this gone for a man before. “Caleb,” I moan, my hips moving faster and faster.

“Yeah, baby,” he replies softly, letting go of my hair and moving both hands so they grip my hips, helping to move me on his cock. He looks up at me, and I move my mouth to take his. Our tongues go around and around as I arch my back.

My nipple grazes his gray T-shirt and aches to be touched.

It’s like he knows my body because the minute I think that, his hands go from my hips to my tits, kneading them right before he rolls both nipples at the same time.

His thumb and forefinger playing with them, he pinches, he rolls, and it’s got me so hot and bothered I have to let go of his mouth to pant out. “Oh God,” I moan, and he chuckles.

“It’s Caleb, baby,” he corrects, and I feel his tongue roll around a nipple before he takes it into his mouth.

It’s all so much—his finger, his touch, being in his arms. And just like that, I open my eyes to watch him when I come.

I moan out my release, my hips moving until I’m done, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, and my eyes spring open, “I can’t wait to sink into you and make you come on my cock. ”

One side of my head screams girl, same, while the other side screams I just dry humped him . “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” I try not to make eye contact with him. But he doesn’t let me off the hook that easily.

He cups my cheek, moving my head up so I’m looking at him. “It’s going to fucking happen.” His eyes hood over with lust and a little twinkle.

“I heard that zombies are also going to take over the world. I wonder what is going to happen first?” I move my hands up to cover my tits.

“I’m not a betting man”—he kisses my neck—“but you can bet your ass I’ll be fucking you before zombies knock on your door. Now, I need to get home and get some sleep.” He slaps one of my ass cheeks before he moves me off him, placing me down beside him before he gets up.

My eyes are at the exact level of his package.

That is legit a fucking package. His thick cock can be seen straining against his jeans.

“You keep looking at my cock like that, and I’m going to forget being a gentleman and fuck your mouth.

” I swallow, and the back of my neck heats up with embarrassment.

“Now, I’m going to lock the door when I leave.

” I look up at him. “See you tomorrow.” He bends and kisses my lips softly before walking out.

My gaze goes again to his perfect ass until it disappears, and I want to run and tell him to come back.

But all I do is close my eyes as I hear his boots walking through my house.

I only open them when I hear the front door slam shut and the sound of his truck starting.

I lift my two feet, tucking my knees against my chest and hugging them as I listen to him drive away.

My eyes look from the window to the door and see that he turned off the lights before leaving.

I take a deep breath, getting up, and grab the bottle of wine I put down before walking into the bathroom.

I turn on the water to take a bath, then turn toward the basin and see my lips are plump from his kisses.

My hand comes up as my finger trails over my lips.

“Well, that was crazy,” I tell myself as I remember how kissing him felt.

I slip off my clothes, fill the cup I have in here with wine, and bring both the bottle and the glass to the tub.

I place the bottle beside it before stepping in, sitting down, leaning back, and sipping the wine.

“You are so beautiful, you take my breath away. You are funny, smart, kind, a pain in my ass, and I hardly know you, but fuck, you might just be fucking perfect.”

His voice replays over and over in my head, words I didn’t know I needed to hear when I heard them.

Slipping into bed, I turn off all the lights and lay my head on my pillow.

I’ve never lived with a man. The longest relationship I’ve ever had was seven months, and that was a stretch since he traveled for work.

I’ve gone from living at home to living in my dorm to back to living in my house.

I’ve forever been alone, but I’ve never felt as alone as I do right this minute.

I’ve always felt like I belonged somewhere, but now, finding out I was adopted, it’s like I don’t belong anywhere.

It is the strangest feeling I’ve ever felt.

The pillow catches the tear before I drift off to sleep.

The next day, I wake when the sun hits my face like a spotlight in the nighttime.

I slip out of bed and dress in a light-gray jogging outfit to run out and get some coffee.

I walk down the steps at the same time the door opens, and he steps in, two cups of coffee in his hands.

His face fills with a smile. “Morning, baby,” he greets, meeting me at the bottom of the steps.

He’s wearing another pair of jeans that fit him like they were made for him and him alone. His grayish-black T-shirt pulls across his chest, and from what I felt with my hands last night, it’s hard as a rock. “Morning,” I mumble.

“Are we going to talk about last night?” he asks me with a smirk across his ridiculous, stupidly handsome face.

I can’t help the way my face heats up at his question.

“Or are you going to tell me you can’t do this?

” He steps even closer to me, and I can’t help the flutter that starts in my stomach and moves south very quickly.

“Because the blush on your face and your neck tells me how good last night was.” He bends his head and kisses my lips.

“We are not.” I shake my head, and he chuckles, making me walk, or better yet, stomp toward the door.

“I got you coffee.” He holds up a hand.

“Ugh,” I grunt out loud, walking over to him and taking it from him. “Thank you,” I grumble, “you didn’t have to.”

“I know I didn’t have to, baby,” he replies softly, and I want him to stop calling me that, but secretly, I don’t really fucking want him to. “I wanted to.”