Page 18 of Never Let Go (Forbidden #1)

Chapter Eighteen

LAUREN

“ S uck my cock.”

Let’s get one thing straight, if any other asshole had said this to me, they’d be getting a headbutt straight to the dick right about now. But when Caleb says it? I want to say, “Yes, sir.” This man has my pussy whipped and I can’t say I’m mad about it.

I’m fuming with Caleb, not only with the whole Brad thing, but also with what happened back in class and the way he spoke to me.

But I can’t deny that when he told me to get on my knees my body obeyed his command like the traitor it is.

The fact that we’re both angry, we know this is wrong and that we both could lose everything is only heightening the feelings.

I peer up at Caleb, his blue eyes filled with both anger and lust as I lean in and gently run my tongue from base to tip. He raises an eyebrow at me and I just smirk, continuing my teasing strokes. Caleb grabs a handful of my hair suddenly, pulling me off him .

“Quit playing around, Lauren, and suck my fucking cock before I gag you on it,” he growls.

Deciding not to poke the bear, I place my mouth around his cock, the groan that leaves him can only be described as orgasmic.

He tilts his head back as I suck him further into my mouth.

I move my head up and down, circling my tongue around his tip, bringing my other hand halfway up until it meets my mouth, essentially jerking him off with both my hand and mouth.

His hands tangle in my hair, the bite of pain causing my thighs to clench together again.

“Just like that, baby girl,” he grunts, causing me to tighten my grip on his cock and suck harder. “Ah, fuck.”

I’m slowly losing my mind with his grunts of pleasure, he’s got me wound so tight, and I’m desperate for some sort of release.

With the hand that’s wrapped around him, I reach into my leggings and circle my clit, whimpering, which causes Caleb to push me down further as he thrusts up into my mouth.

I gag, saliva starting to pool at the base of his cock and my eyes water from the luscious attack on my throat.

I peer up through wet eyelashes and find Caleb with a look of pure ecstasy etched on his face, so I do what any other girl would do in my position—I rub my clit faster.

He suddenly pulls me upright, my chest heaving as I wipe the drool from my chin. Caleb stands and I follow suit, craning my neck to gaze up at him.

He grabs me by the throat, dragging me to him. “I tell you when you get to come, Lauren,” he commands.

Heaven help me, why is this so fucking hot?

He crashes his lips against mine and I sink into the kiss.

There’s no tentative, slow kissing here.

It’s full of passion, of need, of want and I am here for it .

I thread my hands through his hair and tug him closer to me, trying to rub my pussy against him to ease the pressure, to stop the pulsing ache that only he can relieve.

Caleb draws back and I chase him, trying to find his lips once more. “Bend over the desk, Lauren.”

So what do I do? Why, I bend over the desk, of course.

He roughly pulls my leggings and panties down while my face is pressed against the desk, my hips digging in as the cool air helps bring my body back to a temperature that isn’t burning hot for this man.

He doesn’t bother removing my clothes completely, just leaves them in a pile at my feet, before gently nudging my legs further apart.

“You’ve been a bad girl, sweetheart. You’ve tortured my every waking thought and dream since I met you.” He leans down to whisper, his breath hot on my face. “Do you know what happens to bad girls, Lauren?”

“N-no,” I stutter, my brain having gone haywire from his touch.

“Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get spanked.”

Wait? What? Spanked?

I attempt to stand up, but a resounding smack echoes throughout the room, and it takes a second for my brain to catch up before the intoxicating pain comes through. I shouldn’t like it, I really shouldn’t but fuck me . It’s like a direct line to my pussy and I’m begging for more.

He leans back over me, growling in my ear. “Tell me to stop, baby girl.”

Absolutely fucking not.

“Tell me you don’t want this. That you want me to go,” he breathes out as he places kisses along my neck and his hand snakes down to my ass, caressing it slowly. “That this is wrong.”

“Caleb, please,” I whine and another smack to my ass nearly has me coming. Caleb finds my clit and begins to circle it with his thumb, before pushing a finger into my pussy. “Fuck yes,” I cry out though it’s muffled by my arm.

Caleb bends over me, trailing kisses along my neck before his mouth lands on my shoulder, his teeth sinking into my skin. “So wet for me, baby girl. Does my naughty girl like being spanked, hmm?”

At this point I think I said, “Yes” but it could’ve also been incoherent nonsense as far as I know. Because as long as Caleb keeps doing whatever it is that he’s doing, I’d agree to just about anything. The sounds my pussy’s making is enough to make a sailor blush.

He reaches under my vest and pulls down my bra, cupping and tweaking at my nipple. I whimper at the combined pleasure and pain impact it has on my body.

“You think you deserve to come, Lauren? After what you’ve put me through? The torment? The sleepless nights? The disgrace at lusting after a student?” he tsks.

His fingers thrust faster, and my moans get louder, so loud in fact that Caleb clamps his hand over my mouth to keep me somewhat quiet, not realizing I’d moved my arm.

“Please… please let me come,” I beg, not even the slightest bit ashamed. He carries on circling my clit, faster and faster, and just as I’m about to come… he stops.

I move my head to the side, glaring at him but the asshole just smirks.

He smacks my ass one more time before he grabs a condom—from fuck knows where—rolls it on, and thrusts into me.

I cry out, thankful that he’d taken the forethought to cover my mouth back over—I’m not sure if that was to stop me from mouthing off or…

“I swear to god, your cunt is like heaven. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough,” Caleb rumbles, his tone low and dark. And I have to admit, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him either .

Caleb’s thrusts get quicker, harder and before long, I’m coming completely undone, gripping his cock with my pussy in a vice-like grip. Caleb slows down, moving in and out at a slow and tortuous pace.

“Fuck, baby girl, watching my dick slide in and out of this pretty cunt almost has me blowing my load,” he grinds out and I moan at his filthy mouth.

He must decide that he can’t take it anymore as he begins pounding into me relentlessly, causing another orgasm to work its way through my body.

Three more thrusts and Caleb joins me, roaring out his release.

He collapses on top of me, crushing me between him and the desk as both of us try and catch our breath.

Caleb grabs some tissues from his desk to clean me up with, and I have a strange sense of déjà vu. Once that’s done, I pull my panties and leggings up before tugging my bra and top down. I run a hand through my hair—my hair tie must have fallen out.

Knowing that this was a mistake, an overwhelming need to leave takes over me. “I should go.”

Caleb nods, knowing there isn’t anything either of us can say that’ll make this easier. His blue eyes are void of emotion as he places his hands into the pockets of his black slacks. The white shirt he wore this morning, now crumbled from our… activities.

I grab my bag and move toward the door, giving him one last lingering glance before leaving.