Page 156 of Untouchable

“But nothing,” Caleb said almost curtly, even as he was sliding a hand between her legs.

She opened her mouth to continue the conversation or maybe just to moan with intensifying pleasure. Caleb’s finger was sliding into the wet heat of her pussy.

“You can’t hide anything from me.” He was tonguing the hollow of her neck.

Kelly had to reach out and grab the other side of the window frame as well. She wasn’t confident of her ability to stay on her feet. Something inside her was weeping at his words, at how he clearly believed them.

At how wrong he was.

“Everyone hides something.”

He didn’t answer. Just jerked her hips back against him so that she could feel the hard bulge of his erection.

“Well, you’re not hiding your intentions very well at the moment. Did you want to find a bed?” she asked, deciding changing the subject was the only reasonable response to the torrent of her feelings.

“No need for a bed.”

Kelly was still staring down at the street, standing naked except for her panties while Caleb was fully dressed behind her.

“Turn around,” he said, soft and thick. “On your knees.”

She turned, looking at him closely and seeing that he was tense and flushed. He made no move to kiss her, so she stroked her hands down his chest and belly until she reached his groin.

She unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock.

She stared down at it for a minute and then knelt on the floor in front of him.

His eyes were so strange—intense and conflicted and so hungry—as she leaned forward to take his cock in her mouth, curving her lips over her teeth and relaxing her throat as she tried to remember her best techniques.

“That’s right,” he murmured after a couple of minutes. He was holding her head in his hands, guiding the force and rhythmof her sucking. “I know how much you love to do this for me. I know how hot you get with my cock in your mouth.”

She mumbled around the mouthful of his shaft as her body pulsed with pleasure.

“Take me deeper, baby. You can do it. All the way.” He was holding her head with deep entitlement and rocking his hips with the motion of her sucking. “A little more. Soften up. There you go. Now you’re taking me down good. You like me this deep, don’t you? Is your pussy wet from pleasing me this way?”

It was wet—so wet that moisture was dripping down the inside of one of her thighs.

His mood was strange. Sexy as hell but strange. She wasn’t sure how to understand it.

She kept sucking him off, and he lasted a long time. So long that her jaw and throat muscles grew sore and her thighs were wet from her own fluids.

She was relieved when she finally heard him start to make little grunts, the sounds he always made when he was losing control.

Whatever else was going on with him, he needed this from her.

She took him down even deeper, wanting to give him everything he needed. His hands clenched in her hair, and his body tightened like a fist.

Then it all released as he came into her mouth, his cock spasming as he let out a helpless, wordless sound. She almost choked on the force of it, swallowing all she could and the rest dribbling with her saliva out the corners of her mouth.

His body finally softened at his release. She sucked him through the aftershocks before zipping him back up.

She was kneeling on the floor in front of him. Her clothes were in a heap, and moisture was smeared all over her inner thighs.

“Stand up,” he told her.

She did. He turned her around so she was facing the window again. He stood behind her, moving his hand between her legs.

He fucked her with his fingers until she came and then came again as she stared at the people on the street beneath them.