Page 33 of Never Let Go (Forbidden #1)

Chapter Thirty-Three

LAUREN

C aleb gets in the car and looks over at me smiling. “Hi, baby girl.”

I preen at the name. Why is that nickname so hot? My core clenches and my panties dampen with my arousal.

God, I need him like I need my next breath.

A knowing smirk graces Caleb’s handsome face and I know I’ve been caught. “You need something, sweetheart?”

“Uh huh.” I nod as I lean into him, smelling his fresh cinnamon and leather smell.

He cups my cheek and tilts my head as he leans in and devours my lips in a heated kiss.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, my tongue slipping into his mouth, both of us fighting for dominance—he wins.

Using my arms as leverage, I move my body so I’m straddling him in the driver’s seat.

I start gyrating my hips against his cock to give me the friction I need.

I moan into his mouth at the feel of him, my desire for him growing with every passing minute .

Caleb’s hands come down to cup my ass cheeks, moving me faster against him as I chase my orgasm. Removing my hands from around his neck, I move them to his belt buckle, undoing his jeans and—awkwardly—reaching in to grab his cock, pumping him a few times.

Caleb groans and trails kisses down my neck, putting his hands under my hoodie to cup my breasts. “Fuck me,” he growls as he realizes I’m not wearing a bra.

“I’m trying to,” I half laugh and half moan as he gently pinches my nipple.

I reluctantly let go of Caleb’s cock and shuffle my sweats down, conscious not to hit the steering wheel.

“Whoever thought having sex in a car was a good idea…” I trail off as I smack my head on the mirror trying to shimmy down my sweats. Caleb chuckles and helps me the rest of the way.

Once I’ve removed the offending sweatpants, Caleb works on getting his jeans down far enough as I slowly work my hand up and down his cock.

If there was room to move in this car, I would’ve had him in my mouth, but alas my hand will have to do.

I watch in awe at his facial expressions, his eyes are closed and his head rests against the seat.

My free hand snakes its way under his shirt as it glides along the silky, soft skin beneath, his muscles contracting as I continue my exploration.

He grunts at my pace, shifting his hips up with my movements.

Caleb suddenly grabs my hips and—as much as he can—lifts me to straddle him, lining his cock up with my entrance.

I slowly lower onto him, my pussy walls clenching around him, not moving as I enjoy the feel of him filling me up.

Of his cock inside me, of being this close to him and feeling the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

Lifting his head, Caleb’s eyes search mine, a warmth to his gaze that sends a thrill through me. “Baby girl, I’m gonna need you to move now,” he grunts out .

Don’t need to tell me twice.

Placing my hands on Caleb’s shoulders, I start moving my hips, the angle perfect as I gyrate faster, whimpering at the impending orgasm that’s so close I can taste it.

“Fuck, Caleb,” I moan as his fingers dig into my hips, the bite of pain only adding to the intense pleasure as he drives his hips up, matching me in rhythm.

“That’s right, baby, girl. The only name that should ever come from these pretty lips is mine,” he growls as he nips at my bottom lip.

Caleb brings his hand to his mouth, sucking on his middle finger and getting it wet.

Not paying much attention, I yelp when his finger swipes across my ass.

Leaning back, I give him a ‘what the fuck’ look.

Caleb, clearly not fussed, just gives me a smirk before circling my clit with his other hand.

Relaxing into Caleb, who is working my body like the pro he is, I don’t yelp this time when he gently presses a finger into me.

The slight burn only lasting for a second before I’m overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I exclaim, the feeling foreign to me but not altogether unwanted.

It takes me a moment to adjust before he starts fucking up into me, finger in my ass and one on my clit.

The sounds I’m making are completely obscene, a cross between a whimper, a moan and some profanity mixed in. “Caleb…”

“Look at how well you take my cock, Lauren. Like you were made for me,” he pants out, watching me as I move back and forth.

The windows steam up and I feel like Rose from Titanic as I throw my head back and slap one hand on the window as I come so hard I black out for a second, coming to as Caleb roars his release. He places his head in the crook of my neck as both of us breathe heavily.

“We should do this more often,” he grumbles and I snort.

“I can’t feel my legs. ”

“They feel pretty good to me,” he quips as he runs a hand up my thigh, giving them a squeeze. I can feel him grinning against my neck.

Caleb slowly draws back, his lips brushing mine in a tender kiss, before sweeping a stray hair out of my face and gently rubbing his thumb across my puffy lips. An emotion I don’t quite catch flashes in his eyes before it’s gone.

“We better get going,” he says with a shit-eating grin but makes no attempt to move.

My legs have officially gone numb but I’m too content where I am, not wanting to break the moment between us.

“I should probably try and get up,” I chuckle as I move my legs, but with how long I’ve been in this position for, it isn’t an easy task.

We get cleaned up, luckily Caleb had some tissues hidden in the glove box, and I sit back in the passenger seat.

“You ready to go home, baby girl?”

Home .

“Yeah,” I say as Caleb smiles, places a hand on my thigh and begins to drive.