Page 51

AMELLIA

Caleb should be back home from his therapy session in a few minutes and I’m pacing around our apartment like a mad man, yeah our apartment.

He asked me to move in with him and I couldn’t be happier.

Sleeping beside him every night has been my new favorite thing, even if it takes me fifteen minutes just to wake him up in the morning.

He truly sleeps like a dead man.

I’m so proud of him, he’s been feeling so much lighter and the relationship between him and his dad has improved so much.

But today is his 25th birthday and I really want to celebrate with him alone before we have his huge party later tonight.

The jingle of keys snaps me out of my thoughts and I hurriedly grab the cake from the fridge, snatching up the lighter and sticking the numbers 2 and 5 on top.

“Hey, princess.” He opens the door, shutting it behind him as he stalks toward me. “Aw, you didn’t have to buy me a cake.”

“I wanted to.” I chuckle, then he cups my face, kissing me in a way that’ll never grow old. “Make a wish.”

Caleb closes his eyes and blows out the candles. When he opens them, he smiles as his gaze locks on mine. “You’re here. All my wishes have already come true.”

This man never fails to give me butterflies.

“Happy Birthday handsome,” I say, looking up at him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he murmurs as he takes the cake from my hands and sets it on our diner table, some whipped cream smearing on his middle finger.

“Let me get that.” I take his hand and slip his finger into my mouth, tasting the sweetness against my tongue.

His eyes darken and he bends down to grip the back of my thighs and scooping me into his arms, my legs naturally wrapping around him.

“Careful, baby. The cake won’t be the only thing I eat tonight.”

Oh my.

I grip his jaw and peck his lips. “I have some gifts for you.”

I need to nip this conversation in the bud, or I’ll never get to show him what I got.

He pouts but sets me down on my feet, ducking down until we’re eye level. “I already got three from you this month.” He chuckles. “You’re spoiling me.”

“I love doing it, hold on.” I lift a finger before I scurry into our bedroom, yelping when he smacks my behind on the way out.

Laughing, I slide open our nightstand drawer, swiping the envelope, and slip it into my back pocket before grabbing the other gift from the closet.

“Close your eyes!” I call out before walking back in, grinning, and holding part one of my gift between us. “Open.”

He opens his eyes, and his whole face lights up. “Amelia…”

While he was out of town for an away game a few months ago, I booked a pottery class and made him something special. A heart-shaped bowl with our initials carved into the center, along with the exact date we became a couple. The design matches the carving we made as friends all those years ago.

But now this one has a new meaning.

“You’re perfect.” He turns the plate over in his hands, feeling the ceramic. “This means a lot to me. Thank you.”

I grin, take the bowl from his hands, and set it down carefully.

“And here’s the next one.” I spin my back to him and point toward the envelope in my pocket, unable to contain my excitement. “I think you’ll like it.”

His hands slide into my pocket, fishing it out and opening it.

Anything You Want Punch Card

With three punch holes along the bottom.

As I turn around to catch his expression, his eyes darken with lust.

“You can use it anytime.” I chuckle. “Whatever you want, I’ll do.”

“Can I redeem it now?”

“I mean, you can, but don’t you wanna save it for?—”

“I want to use it now,” he interrupts quickly.

“Let me grab a hole puncher—” before I can finish my sentence, he shakes his head, snatching me off my feet, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Blood rushing to my face as I squeal.

He hurries toward our bedroom, tosses me onto the bed, and my lips curve with anticipation as I prop myself up on my elbows. He kneels, fingers hooking into my jeans, tugging them down impatiently.

“Lay back for me,” he groans, not once looking up, his eyes locked on my damp underwear.

I obey, lying flat, as anticipation swirls low in my stomach as I yank my shirt and bra off.

He slings my legs over his shoulders, his lips trailing along my inner thighs sending jolts of pleasure through me.

Then, hovering over my center he drags his tongue over my clit through the thin fabric in one long swipe.

“Oh ffuu?—”

“Sensitive.” He grins, then glides his tongue up again.

“Please...”

He traces the edge of my panties delicately with his fingertips as he watches the way my hips shift in silent desperation.

I swallow hard, feeling the ache between my thighs grow. “You’re teasing.”

“It’s more like savoring.” He finally yanks my underwear down.

A low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest as he stands, quickly undressing.

Then he sinks to his knees again.

I mumble a curse as he hooks my thighs, dragging me to the edge of the bed. Before I can process a single thing, his tongue slides up my center. A sharp gasp tumbles out of me.

He moves with purpose, his tongue stroking the spot that has my vision going black as I grab a handful of his hair.

That makes him happy as he flicks his tongue faster, pushing me closer to the edge, my orgasm threatening to come any second now.

His fingers tighten around my thighs, keeping me in place as I writhe. “Stay still, baby. I’m trying to eat my dessert.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” His tongue plunges inside me, and my entire body convulses as a strangled cry rips from my throat and I push up onto my elbows. My fingers tugging harder on his thick brown hair.

Then he reaches down, wrapping a hand around his length, stroking himself slowly.

My breathing rapidly picks up as I watch him pleasure himself while devouring me. It’s officially the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

His hand moves faster while his tongue matches the speed. My eyes squeeze shut as pleasure builds within me and just as I’m about to come he draws back.

“Caleb—”

He licks his lips, glistening with my arousal. “You taste so fucking good.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I groan, still twitching from the denied release. “So, why’d you stop?”

A dark laugh rumbles from Caleb as he settles beside me in bed, smirking like he’s about to watch a damn football game. “Use me.”

“What?”

He grabs my waist. “You heard me.”

A shiver runs down my spine as I swing a leg over him. The moment I settle, his hard length presses hard against my core.

A desperate whimper spills from him. “Oh fuck.”

“I need you.” I whine, pressing my palms against his chest as I lift my hips.

The moment I do, he grips the base of his cock, teasing my entrance.

“Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“I want to ride you.”

He grins, flicking his tip over my clit. “Then put it in.”

Swallowing hard, I reach between us, gripping his hard cock and guiding it inside me. My eyes flutter shut as I slowly sink down.

“God,” I rasp, my nails digging into his chest, leaving crescent-moon marks as he fills me completely.

“Please use me,” he breathes, trailing kisses between my breasts. “Hold onto the headboard.”

I listen, gripping the wooden board as I roll my hips, and find my rhythm.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well.” He praises, digging his blunt nails into my hips. “Take what you need.”

The praise and control he gives me is all I need to keep going. I roll my hips faster, rocking against him as he lets me take control. My curls fall around his face as our eyes lock, heat simmering between us.

He moans, leaning forward to take my breast into his mouth, and I grip the headboard tighter until my knuckles turn white.

Our skin slaps against each other as I pick up my pace, bouncing and rocking back and forth. “More.” I cry.

I need him to take control now…

His hands clamp onto my ass, yanking me down as he pounds into me with force, hitting the perfect spot and unable to hold back.

“Holy fucking shit?—”

“I know baby, I know,” he coaxes, as he spreads my ass wider. The deeper he goes, the white-hot bursts of pleasure crash over me, hitting me without warning as I clench around him.

“Oh, god!” I grip the headboard tighter as it bangs against the wall with each thrust. I hope we don’t get any noise complaints later but I’m too far gone to care. I’ll apologize if I have to.

“Best birthday ever,” he murmurs, cupping my face and kissing me. Our moans tangle and spill into each other’s mouths as we come together.

Let’s just say, we had a lot of stamina and used the rest of those punches one after another.