Page 24 of Play for Power (Central Sparks #3)

fuck chanel

Caleb

H er lips are as tantalizing and as soft as I remember.

She tastes of the fruity wine we drank and something else that is so distinctly her.

I can’t remember the last time I was so fucking hard so quickly for a woman.

Rosie brings out the animal in me that wants to strip her bare and just unleash.

But it’s control she needs and craves. Control I could see she tried so desperately to hold on to when she denied me the pieces of her I silently begged for.

I know it’s not a part of our deal; we’re to use each other for our bodies, to gain and give pleasure and nothing more.

To essentially rid ourselves of the tension that builds between us until it wilts away, eventually letting us move on to the next.

But I struggle to see past anything that isn’t her because when she is around me, I’m completely consumed.

My hand trails up her spine until her chest is completely flush with mine, pressing her incredible tits against me until my fingers find her hair, tangling among her curls and crushing her lips to me, my tongue tracing her plump bottom lip.

She opens on a moan while her hips try to find the friction we are both searching for.

“Too many clothes,” I pant in the single breath I get when my lips lift from hers.

Using my grip on her curls, I yank back firmly and she groans when I latch onto her neck.

Nipping then licking away the sting, I reacquaint myself with the taste of her, the softness of her neck against my lips. She’s so fucking delicious.

“Undress me then.” Her hands find the middle of my shirt and rip.

Buttons fling across the room, and a breath catches in my throat as she throws open my shirt and drags her nails— claws —down my chest and stomach, over the lines of the muscles, and digging in until they slip under the top of my pants.

“ Fuuuuuck. ” The word comes out of me sounding like a growl and it has me unleashing that animal side I was trying to keep a handle on.

Giving her the same treatment, I hook my fingers in the neckline of her blouse and rip, a little squeal and a gasp leaving the lips of a vixen as she sits back on my thighs.

“This was Chanel,” she pants, her chest rising and falling, her bouncy tits heaving and trying not to fall out of her black lacy bra. I know this because I can’t get my eyes to move .

“Fuck Chanel, and fuck this bra off.” I reach for the cups, determined to rip it from her body when she staggers to standing.

“Woah, woah, down, boy.” She laughs as she walks backward on wobbly feet, her boner-inducing smile in full force as I stand to follow her, not wanting any further distance between our bodies. I need her skin against mine.

She bites her lip, letting her ruined top fall to the ground. I do the same, watching as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. “Ruin my tops all you want. But if you ever fuck with my comfy T-shirt bras, I will castrate you. Do you know how hard it is to find a good bra?”

“You know, Rosebud? I don’t, but if you don’t remove them quick enough, I am not responsible for what happens to them.”

The fire in her eyes matches mine. The heat between us is explosive, the air so thick it’s hard to breathe—or maybe that’s just me, struggling to gain air with the way Rosie fucking Garcia steals it from my lungs.

“No bra in front of the sex pest. Think I can work with that.”

“Fucking brilliant.” With the last word, I take the two steps between us and push her against the wall as she finally discards her bra and my naked chest pushes against hers.

Her nipples taut and begging for attention, I reach to the back of her knees, hoisting her up a little higher than my hips.

Her legs wrap around my stomach so her tits are level with my mouth.

I feast. Licking, biting, and sucking on her perfect breasts that have a groan leaving from deep within my chest.

Rosie spears her fingers through my hair, the scrape of her nails along my scalp and pulling while she pants.

“ Fuck, fuck. Caleb. ”

“Yes. You panting my name.” I bite down a little harder on her nipple, using a supporting hand to spank her. “Just how I remember.”

“Fingers, Caleb, touch me, fuck.” Her hips are writhing, searching desperately for friction. I chuckle in response, because my little vixen is losing every bit of her control and I fucking love it.

I let my mouth drop her tit with a pop, then let her drop down my body slightly so I can claim her lips again, spearing my tongue into her mouth and dancing it with hers.

Tasting and claiming every inch of her as I undo the top of her pants.

Ideally, I would love her to shed her pants altogether, but that would involve dropping her from where our bodies are pressed against the wall, and it’d take a fucking miracle for me to disentangle myself from her before I get my first touch. Rosie has me out of my goddamn mind.

“Is this what you need, Rosebud?” I slip a hand into the top of her pants, skimming my fingers over the top of her panties until I cup her, feeling her seep through the cotton material.

A satisfied smile splits my face at how drenched I find her.

“You want me to take the ache away?” I look into those deep, whiskey-brown eyes and see the utter desperation she despises leaking through them.

“Uh-huh.” She whimpers as I place a bit more pressure on my middle finger.

She’s slick enough that, without the cotton boundary of her panties, I’d have slipped right inside her.

“More…I need …” She throws her head back on a moan as I drag my hand up and back, rubbing her teasingly, taunting her.

I lick the line up her neck, dragging my teeth along her skin until I reach her ear. “ Beg, ” I growl.

Her head snaps down to meet my eyes. The ferocity with which she scorches me, her look would be bone-chilling if she wasn’t already a needy and whimpering mess in the literal palm of my hand.

To show her how good it can be to hand over that control, even for a short amount of time, I slip my pinkie under the damp cotton and dip it teasingly in her hot, wet center.

I struggle to hold back my groan, and her eyes falter, dragging her lip through her teeth, biting it so hard I’m shocked she hasn’t drawn blood.

“You want me on my knees, Rosebud? Want me to tear off your panties and lick this tight pussy until you soak my tongue and then have me clean you up? Want me to bend you over that couch and fuck you until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name? Want to come all over my cock until you can no longer stand?” Every word is laced with a heated venom as I tease her, spreading her need all over her while skipping over the one sensitive spot she tries to guide me to, her frustration evident in the way her brow furrows, the way she silently whispers curses and begs me with her eyes.

“Yes, yes please, fuck. ” She squeezes her eyes closed, her head falling to the wall.

Not good enough.

Snapping my hand from her panties, I reach behind her head to fist her curls and yank her until her eyes have no choice but to stare into the depths of mine.

“I said beg. I want to hear you say what you want from me, Rosie. Make it pretty.” I punctuate with a nip to her lip. Her panting is choppy now, I’m almost certain that first lick of my tongue will have her coming in seconds.

“C-Caleb…please, lick my pussy,” she pants, her voice a plea, her eyes hot and furious.

I know I’m going to pay for this little display of testosterone, but the words leaving her mouth are so fucking hot I’m struggling to be sorry for it.

“Make a mess of me, clean me up, and fuck me until I’m boneless and coming all over your cock. ”

Jesus Christ.

“Fucking finally.” I drop her to her feet, an audible oomph leaving her as she tries to find her balance.

I pull her pants to her ankles along with her panties and she steps out of them, nearly tripping.

Remaining where I am, I hook a leg over my shoulder using my free palm to press her chest back against the wall, and I waste no time burying my face between her legs.

“ Yesss, ” she hisses. Her claws grip my hair so tightly, the moan that leaves my lips sounds like a downright whimper.

I lick her from bottom to top, flicking my tongue a few times over her sensitive spot until she starts to rotate her hips, grinding against my face.

My fingers grip her thighs, spreading them open, giving me as much room as possible.

“I missed the taste of this pussy. Sweet as fucking honey, Rosebud.”

Her only response is gripping my hair and thrusting me right back where she wants me, her hand releasing the tight hold on my hair and reaching for my right hand, moving it to her inner thigh.

“You made me beg, hotshot. Now deliver. Make me scream your name.”

I am feral for that filthy mouth of hers.

My right hand drifts up her inner thighs, using my tongue to tease her clit, my fingers find their way to her entrance, and gazing up at her, I watch with rapt attention as I slowly, teasingly, push two fingers inside her.

“Are you teasing me on purpose?” she breathes, her lips dropping open to a small O as her whiskey eyes find mine.

“Just savoring the way you feel, committing you to memory and the way you come apart in my hands.”

I can see her fire, ready to snap back with a retort, but I take the moment from her, landing my tongue back on her clit with added pressure as I bury my fingers in her, curling to hit that sweet spot.

I feel her walls constrict as I play with her there, slowly easing out and back in, curling a few times and repeating, while I lap at her peak until I feel her thighs shake.