Page 33 of Play for Power (Central Sparks #3)

“So good,” I pant against his lips, I hear a rip and pull back to look into his eyes.

There’s a menacing grin across his face, but I don’t slow my grinding, bouncing on him and taking everything I want from him.

“You feel so good.” He nods in agreement, looking down at where we meet and then back to my eyes.

“I can feel you,” he whispers, deeply. “Fluttering. You’re going to come.

” He smiles deeper, his eyes watching my whole face.

“New stakes.” Of. Fucking. Course. Mr. Magic Penis has somehow gone and turned the tables on me.

Here he is tied to a chair in my house on my terms, and yet I’m here, on his lap, taking his demands like the good little girl he wants me to be.

And God, do I love being his good little girl.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Come when I tell you to.”

“Easy.” I almost laugh, but he tilts his hips just so, and when I land back down his length, my clit is rubbing against his skin and my laugh turns into a garbled moan.

“No, Rosie. You come when I tell you to. Each time that I tell you to,” he clarifies, and judging by the mischief in his eyes, I think I’m really about to lose this one.

“Harder.” He grunts. I pick up the pace.

“Both hands in my hair. Now.” His voice turning deeper, I do as he says, my fingers gripping and pulling at his hair at the base of his skull and it gives him unlimited access to nuzzle my tits. Which he does.

“Oh Dios .” The telltale tingles start up my toes, the pressure at the base of my spine. “Carino, mierda! ” He laughs and then his lips are on my shoulder, tongue licking the length of my neck before he is nipping at my jaw.

“Come, Rosebud,” he whispers in my ear, and I explode without control, the orgasm hits me on his demand.

“Caleb!” I shout, and then my strokes are slow as my legs spasm around him. I hear another loud rip and feel the firm grip of his hands land like twin slaps to my ass, and then he takes over, impaling me on him, slamming into me without remorse.

“Just like that, soak my cock, Rosie.”

“I c-can’t?—”

“You will,” he growls, and then he’s standing.

Fucking standing. A few quick paces and I feel the cold of the glass window against my back as he pushes me against it and starts pounding into me, one leg slung over his arm, the other around his waist as he brings a hand between us to circle my clit in firm, aggressive circles.

“Again.” He bites into my neck, sucking and flicking his tongue against me.

“No.” I whimper, my nails digging into the skin at his shoulders. A loud smack and a stinging pain against my ass as Caleb spanks me.

“I wasn’t asking.” He bites my shoulder again.

The man gets what he asks for; pinching my clit between two of his fingers, I come a second time.

Shattering, I think I scream. There are black spots in my vision, and I throw my head back, unable to hold it up as I go limp in his arms. Caleb continues his ministrations, never once letting up, each stroke as punishing and incredible as the last as he continues to circle my clit.

This fucker said he wasn’t going to last. Liar.

“Good girl, Rosebud. You’re doing so good.

Look at you, weeping and needy for me. I love the way your tight little pussy grips me.

” He licks up my neck again, another spank to my ass, but then he slows, pushing his hips against me to hold me against the glass as he stops.

His fingers still slowly and ever so gently circle my clit, before his fingers flatten and caress all of me.

He pants—probably catching his breath—and continues to watch where his fingers explore.

Where our bodies have joined, rubbing along my hips to my stomach and then back down to my clit.

“Caleb, please. ”

“What is it, Rosebud?” he whispers, leaning in to place a soft kiss to my cheeks before stealing my eyes, and I drown in the deep blue of them.

“Are you aching?” I can’t even answer, I just do something wobbly with my head, feeling airy and groggy.

I watch his slow survey of my whole body, landing on where his cock is unhurriedly dragging in and out.

He pulls his lips between his teeth as his circles on my clit increase in pressure. “Rosie, tell me.”

“I c-can’t… please. No…more.”

He chuckles. This fucking bastard chuckles, leaning forward and flicking his tongue over my nipples and then pressing a soft, delicate kiss to my lips, making me whimper. But then he throws me off by whispering against my lips, “Beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”

I drape my arms over his shoulders and start writhing under him, hiding my face in his neck, not wanting to see the look on his face that follows those words. Caleb lets me ignore his words, pulling out almost the whole way, but this time, he slams back in. Hard.

“Caleb.” I whimper.

“You’re going to come. One more time.”

“No.” I’m whining and he smiles. A wide, gorgeous smile.

“Yes, just one more, I promise. I’ll join you.” His pace starts to increase.

“I fucking hate you,” I whisper through whimpering, and he tsks at me.

“I don’t think so, Rosie. In fact, I think you love fucking me.”

I drag my nails against his neck as he hisses before I cover his mouth with my hands.

I can see his deviant smile through his eyes, and then it’s all over.

Caleb pulls my oversensitized clit between his fingers and fucks me into the window at an unrelenting pace.

When I’m finally sobbing and screaming his name, Caleb growls into my neck for me to come and I explode a third time, with blinding lights and spasms through my whole body.

This time I feel the hurried and uncoordinated final thrusts of Caleb’s hips as he comes with me.

“Rosie. Rosie, fuck,” he chants and then grunts as his head drops to my shoulders.

The song I had played ended some time ago, the only noise in the apartment is the distant sounds of New York traffic and our combined heavy panting.

After a moment, Caleb pulls his head back, then his hips pull back and he ever so gently pulls himself from me, careful to keep his grip on me, holding me to him as I slide down and my feet meet the floor.

Except he doesn’t let me go; he holds my body to him, and it is only because of the numbness my limbs feel that I don’t step out of his embrace.

A serious, almost reverent look passes over his face, only for a brief moment, and he reaches up, dragging a thumb gently across my cheekbones, and his eyes watch as he outlines my bottom lip and chin before dusting under my right eye.

“It’s a star,” he whispers.

“What?” I whisper back. Why are we whispering?

“You have four freckles here.” He drags his thumb under the bottom corner of my eye. “They form a star.” His palm presses against my cheek as he pushes hair behind my ear, and this time, his eyes meet mine and I feel the air rush from my lungs.

“Rosie—”

“That was fun.” I pat his chest and duck under his arm, escaping that look and that tone.

He clears his throat and a breathy laugh follows. “Uh, yeah. Athletic is probably more like it.”

Suddenly feeling a pinch of awkwardness blanket the room, I grab the robe I had left on the couch earlier and hastily tie it around my body, heading straight for the kitchen. I hear Caleb’s feet following me.

“Hydration?”

“Please.” His voice sounds as rough as mine.

I dive into the fridge and grab a bottle of water, passing it to him before grabbing my own.

When I settle against the counter, watching Caleb copying my stance opposite me, I note his boxers are now in place, and with the soft relaxed smile on his face, any perceived awkwardness I seemed to have imagined is gone.

“Come with me next weekend,” he says, pulling me from my dazed perusal of his face.

“What?”

He brings the bottle to his lips and lazily sips, and I drink from mine as I watch his sparkling eyes fill with some kind of happy emotion I haven’t seen before. I make an effort to look away, pretending to pick lint off my robe.

“The charity gala, be my date.”

“Ha!” I almost spit my water. “Not on your life, hotshot.” I take another long pull of my water before placing it back on the counter, still avoiding his gaze like my life depends on it. I go to step past him, but his arm reaches out, gripping my jaw and forcing me to look at him.

“Why not?” Deep frown lines mark his pretty face in a way I’m not used to seeing on him and I feel my own frown pulling down.

“More like, why? ” I respond, jerking my chin from his gasp and pushing at his chest to get some much-needed space between us.

“Because we’re good like this.”

“Like what?” I sigh, and this time I am able to step around him, avoiding the way his deep blue eyes melt the insides of me and threaten to break through some of my carefully constructed emotional walls, weakened only by that goddamn magic penis.

I continue to bury, block, hide, and mask the tingly feeling in my chest, the light, airy, and flipping feeling that floats through my stomach, through my whole body when he has that look on his face.

Or maybe it’s just gas. Again? I really needed to reassess my diet.

“C’mon, Rosie. Our chemistry is insane, don’t tell me after whatever that was”—I turn to him and he gestures to the lounge window—“that you don’t think this is something different.

” Humor and frustration line his words, and I don’t know what planet his orgasm shot him off to, but there is, under no circumstances, something different going on here except some really great boning.

I spin, collecting his clothes and then head back in his direction, smacking the clothes into his waiting arms before stepping back, crossing my arms, and pulling on the mask, hiding and praying the obvious jittery feelings he elicits aren’t visible.

“You agreed to my rules when I agreed to break my one-time streak for you. We’re friends who have sex.

Nothing more, nothing less. There are no dates, there is no getting to know each other, there is no emotional connection, Caleb.

You agreed. Are you changing your mind?” I tilt my head, smiling playfully at him as I watch him try to work out what he wants.

I mentally start to count. If I get to five and he hasn’t made a decision, I’m calling it.

I can’t afford to be the one who destroys our friend group, and I refuse to be the one to lead the other on.

“Caleb, you either get on the same page, or this ends.” I drop my smile. I see something pass over his face, but he blinks and it’s gone, his typical boyish grin spreading across his face.

“I agreed to your rules, Rosebud.” He steps closer, bopping me on the nose, and I swat him like an annoying fly.

“Friends who fuck. Nothing more, nothing less,” he says quietly against my lips.

And before I know what he’s doing, he leans forward and kisses me.

Softly, gently, before pulling back just so and whispering against my lips, “Sleep tight, Rosie.” He nips at my jaw then strides out of my apartment before I can say anything in response.

I don’t know how long I stand there, but the quick buzz of my phone on the couch pulls me from my daze. I blow out a few candles on my way over and then grab it to read the message.

Sex Pest:

World-class pussy btw. A++

Also you swear like a Spanish sailor when you come. Hot as fuck ;)

A loud laugh rushes from my chest and I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to mute it.

Oh boy.

I might be in trouble here.