Page 3 of Hold Me
I meet his dark brown eyes. “My ex getting angry... and a little rough.”
“I’m not your ex,” he says softly. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I know. You don’t even look like him. It’s just...”
“Touch me.” A playful smile curves his lips. “See for yourself that you don’t have to be afraid of me. I won’t bite unless you tell me to.”
I’m not exactly sure what he wants me to do, so I don’t move.
Sighing, Caleb takes hold of my hands and places them on the hard muscles of his chest. He lets go of me and I lightly trace my fingers up and down his smooth, warm skin. His pants rest low on his hips and there is a black edge of a tattoo peeking out above the belt.
“Pull my pants down,” he says, his hands at his sides. “I know you want to.”
I give him a surprised look through my eyelashes, but deep inside I know that he’s right. I do want to take his pants off. Even my body reacts to the idea, sending waves of heat through me. Maybe being busy would stop my mind from wandering. I fiddle with the button and carefully pull down the zipper. Caleb’s chest raises and falls a bit faster, and I can feel his erection pushing against the fabric under my fingers.
I tug down his pants and realize he isn’t wearing any underwear. As the pants fall to the floor, his cock springs into view, fully erect. A smug smile appears on Caleb’s face. He’s even bigger than Mark. This is so not going to work... and yet, a tremor of excitement runs through me.
The tattoo is now completely exposed. I stare at the symbol that reminds me of a rose, but I can’t tell what it is. Before I can ask, Caleb steps out of his pants and grabs a condom from the nightstand.
“Why don’t you help me with this?” He offers me the wrapper and takes my free hand, placing it on his thick length. I glance up as I gently slide the condom over him, a smile spreading across my face.
Caleb’s body tenses and his eyes widen as I bend my head to take him into my mouth. I keep eye contact while I roll my tongue around the tip of him. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but I only hear a quick intake of breath. I’d love to take all of him into my mouth, but he’s too big.
“You don’t have to...” his voice breaks and cracks as he is struggling to stay on his feet.
“I want to,” I say, surprising myself, and close my lips around him once again. I never enjoyed doing this with Mark, but Caleb doesn’t grab my hair like he’s going to rip it out and doesn’t try to push himself down my throat. Caleb’s eyes flutter closed as I increase my pace and lick faster, closing my hand around him a tiny bit tighter.
“Please, stop,” he breathes out. I let go of him and pull back. Surprise flashes across his features but is quickly masked with a broad smile. “Thank you, but now let me do my job.”
I lie down on the bed, smiling to myself as I hear Caleb’s labored breathing. He climbs on the bed and gets on top of me. As he lowers his lips toward mine, I expect him to kiss me and I arch my back toward him. With a wicked smile, he reaches under me and unclasps my bra. I help him take it off and run my hand through his hair, pulling him in for a kiss.
His lips barely touch mine and he focuses his attention on my breasts. I bite down on my lip, amused at the way he looks at me, as if I were a delicious ice cream. A shiver rocks my body as his tongue caresses my nipple. He traces slow, torturous circles around my swollen bud until his mouth closes over it, his teeth grazing against my tender skin. My lips part and I curl my fingers into Caleb’s hair, gently stroking the soft dark brown strands.
He glances up at me. “Do you like this?”
I nod, unable to say anything remotely coherent.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” His tongue finds my other nipple and I throw my head back, craving more of his touch. I want him inside of me, and that thought both scares me and thrills me. My hand slips from his hair and finds its way to his back. He moves down my body, leaving a scorching path of kisses down my stomach.
His eyes briefly meet mine before he pulls my panties down my legs. I bend my knees and he spreads my legs with a nudge. My first instinct is to close my legs together, to stop the cold air from hitting my heated flesh, but Caleb doesn’t let me, his grip firm but gentle.
“It’s okay,” he says. “I just want to return your favor.”
I tense as I feel his touch on my most intimate place, but all of my thoughts scatter the moment his tongue parts my folds. My hands ball into fists and clutch at the sheets as he continues to flick his tongue up and down. The pressure builds as he takes his time, teasing and probing. I arch my back, rocking my hips slightly.
“Faster,” I say, breathless.
One twirl of his tongue in just the right place spills me over, and a ripple of ecstasy sweeps through every inch of my body. A contented sigh flies past my lips and turns into soft laughter. Caleb was right. I don’t even need to have sex to feel satisfied.
The sheets rustle, and I feel more than see Caleb shift on the bed, and then I hear a drawer opening and closing. Before I have a chance to recover and get in control of my breathing, he gets on top of me.
“Everything okay?” Something in the brown depths of his eyes sparks with knowledge and maturity.
Maybe that’s the reason I decide to trust him, so I give him a brief nod. His lips graze mine and I stiffen as his cock touches my inner thigh. My stomach flutters with anxiety and I squirm under Caleb’s strong body, not hard enough to push him off me, but hard enough to make him frown.
“It’s okay,” he says, placing his hand on my cheek. “Look at me.”
I do what he asks and take a deep breath. He’s not Mark. He’s not going to hurt me. I know it. I’m sure of it. Then why the hell do I feel like I could jump out of my skin? I must be the worst client Caleb’s ever had.