Page 4 of Hold Me
He sits back on his heels, positioning himself between my legs. I’m too afraid to look down my body to see what he’s doing. My mouth forms a little O as he rubs the tip of him against my opening. I expect him to try to push himself in, but he doesn’t. Instead, he slowly slides himself up and down, barely entering me.
His teasing movements set my blood on fire, stirring a need so intense that I lift my hips off the bed.
“Please,” I whisper. Smirking at me, he pushes himself a bit inside me, but pulls back almost immediately. I let out a frustrated groan, flailing my hands. The back of my right hand collides with something soft that flies off the nightstand before I can see what it is. I don’t care. I just want Caleb inside of me. I want him to stop torturing me like this.
“What was that, princess? Do you want me to stop?” Caleb’s voice is thick with desire.
I vigorously shake my head. Talking seems like such a waste of time and air.
“Good to know,” he says.
I hold my breath, bracing myself for the pain, but he only rubs himself against my clit, hard enough that the throbbing between my legs threatens to throw me over the edge.
Caleb intently watches me, and I focus on his eyes, the tension seeping out of my body. Then he slides himself inside. A twinge of pain comes and fades in an instant, chased away by all-consuming pleasure. The sensation of having him inside me is strange and unfamiliar, but it sends tingles of delight all over me.
I would’ve whooped in delight, but Caleb starts to move, slowly and carefully, and I cry out. Arching my back, I reach for his shoulder and pull him toward me.
“Faster,” I say as he leans over me.
“Yes, princess.” His breath catches in his throat, but he does exactly what I asked him to. I meet him thrust for thrust, the sweet pressure building and building. He buries his head into my hair and nips on my earlobe. I can’t take it anymore. Digging my fingers into the soft skin of his back, I feel my body spasm and I clench my muscles around Caleb’s thick length.
His body tenses above mine and we both cry out. I cling to him until we’re both spent and sated. Caleb rolls off me and sprawls on his back, his chest heaving. I stare at the ceiling and a choked laugh escapes my lips. Mark was wrong. There’s nothing wrong with me. I can’t believe a part of me was stupid enough to trust anything that came out of his mouth.
I feel Caleb’s eyes on me, so I turn my head to face him. He immediately averts his gaze, but I catch a glimpse of longing and sadness on his face.
“Caleb,” I say as he sits up.
“Yes, princess?” He looks at me, the corners of his lips quirking up.
“Thank you.”
He gives me a brief nod, his lips still spread into a smile, but his shoulders are tense. “Anytime. Is there anything else I can do for you?” He gets to his feet.
“I guess not.” I sit up, drawing my legs to my chest. Now what? My clothes are all over the floor and I’m not as comfortable as Caleb to walk around naked. Granted, he’s seen every inch of me already, but somehow this is different. Now that the last bits of pleasure have seeped out of me, I feel sore. I’m not sure if I can even walk.
Caleb picks up my panties, twisting them around his finger. How did they end up all the way across the room? Instead of handing them over, he looks at me. “How about you go shower and I’ll take care of this mess?”
“Right. Shower.” Clutching a sheet around myself, I stretch my legs and swing them off the bed. The room tilts around me and black spots fill my vision. Yeah, getting up so fast wasn’t one of my best decisions.
As I make my way to the bathroom, I glance above my shoulder at Caleb. He’s picking up my clothes and putting them on the bed, not even taking a peek at me. I’m disappointed and I don’t even know why. Maybe because I’m ogling him so hard that I nearly run into the door. Shit. Okay, it’s better that he didn’t see me doing that.
Before I close the door behind me, I take another look. Caleb’s back is turned to me and I bite my lip to stop myself from making a sound. He’s so damn perfect. I wonder if he has a girlfriend, but I’m not sure any girl would be willing to share him with anyone else. At least I wouldn’t.
“What took you so long?” My best and only real friend scoffs at me as I finally arrive to our usual meeting place; a small cafe bar at the outskirts of town, far away from prying eyes and noise.
“Sorry, Kat, but I had to do something first.” I flop into the black chair and exaggeratedly check the time on my phone. “It’s only 10 p.m.”
Katherine tosses her long, curly black hair over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing at me. “What did you do? There’s some strange glint in your eyes... like you’re happy. Really happy.” She sits back, crossing her long legs, and continues to observe me. If anyone else looked at me like that, it would be unnerving, but this is Katherine. Her green eyes seem darker than usual as she bites down on her bright red lower lip.
“I proved Mark wrong,” I say a little bit too fast and too flustered, and Katherine’s eyes widen.
“No fucking way! You didn’t!” She laughs, her face bright with delight.
I nod just as the waitress brings me my usual order; a large coffee and a soda. Katherine and I have been here so many times that we should probably find a new place, but I like our secluded corner way too much to let go.
“Thank you.” I offer the waitress a big smile. Katherine’s shoulders are tense and I know she’s barely containing herself from asking a million questions.
“How?” It’s the only word that comes out of Katherine’s mouth after the waitress leaves.