Broken (Broken #1) (4 page)

“
Okay,” I
respond on a whisper of passion.

The tingles still remain as he
stands and tugs down his jeans. I hesitate and stiffen when I see
that he’s wearing no underwear and his erect penis seems to ping
out of its denim confines looking angry, swollen and red. My eyes
widen. Is he going to take me with that? Because I’m certain it
won’t fit. Not only that but… I mean… what was I saying?

“
Touch
yourself,” he orders softly, his hooded eyes on me.

“
What?”

He grasps his solid cock in his
hand and strokes it slowly up and down. “Touch yourself,” he
repeats and his free hand rests over my core, his thumb begins to
slowly circle over my clit. That feels nice. Real nice. “Actually
don’t. This is so much better.” Leaning forward I feel the
throbbing head of his shaft prod against my entrance and squeal at
the feel of it. He sees the panic in my eyes and kisses me softly.
“I’m not putting it inside, I’m just going to do this.” The head
finds my clit and starts circling. “I want to make you come like
this. I want to make you scream using this only.”

Shiver.

His hands still rub his length
up and down, twisting gently as his palm reaches the head. I want
to do it but I know he wants control this time so I let him have
it. I trust him not to hurt me.

“
You’re so
beautiful,” he murmurs as his nose pushes the cup of my bra out of
the way and his mouth envelopes my hard, pointed nipple. “Put your
legs together.”

“
Huh?”

“
Legs
together… please baby,” he shifts so I can manage this and climbs
up my torso a little. His hand goes to the back of my neck and I
feel my face moving up, only stopping when his cock is an inch from
my lips. “Need you to wet me.”

“
W… what?” In
my mouth? Ewww.

“
Open up,” he
grins, his back bent awkwardly due to the lack of space between me
and the roof. “Please.”

My mouth opens slowly, I have
no idea what I’m doing.

I glare when he taps the end on
my lips a few times before running it around them like one would do
with a tube of lipstick. He only smiles wider, his hand that’s
gripping my neck starts stroking me softly, soothingly.
“Ready?”

I nod and open my mouth,
cringing when he slides the tip onto my tongue and lets out a long
and loud groan. This isn’t that bad actually.

“
Close your
lips around the head. No teeth,” I do as I’m told and my tongue
flicks at the tip without me asking it to. He trembles and curses.
“Do that again.” Okay then. “Ah. Again. Keep doing that.” My tongue
swirls and flicks before he slides it deeper and deeper. Before I
realise it we have a rhythm going. He thrusts slowly, in and out,
in and out, the tip never leaving my mouth. “Suck.” It’s almost at
the back of my tongue, is it possible to suck? “Suck really hard,
like you’re drinking a Krushem and there’s chocolate lodged in the
straw.”

I suck as hard as possible,
until my cheeks hollow and begin to ache. He pulls out slowly, his
face scrunched and contorted with ecstasy, his lips parted half an
inch. The moans he releases really set me on fire. I’ve never been
so turned on before and I’m shocked that it’s from doing something
I always said I’d never do.

He’s either very persuasive or
I’m very weak minded.

“
Brilliant.
Again,” he pants and pushes to the back of my throat, almost making
me gag but not quite.

My jaw aches.

Suddenly he’s gone, leaving my
mouth feeling empty. Situating himself so his torso is pressed to
mine, I feel his length slide between my closed thighs and gasp
when the smooth surface of it rubs against my clit. The juices from
my core seep out, covering it as he slowly thrusts between my
tightly shut thighs.

My fingers tangle in his hair
and I’m happy when he kisses me. I’d be offended if he didn’t.

It’s rubbing in all of the
right places, I’ve never felt anything like it. Our breaths mingle
as I thrust my hips in time with him, making sure that he rubs
exactly where I want him to.

The tingles start at the end of
my clit but they soon spread upwards and continue upwards until I
feel my nipples harden further. They slowly move out and spread
down my sides, to my thighs, burning in the most pleasing way.

I inhale a sharp breath as he
picks up speed, his forehead against mine.

Moments ago I was worried a car
would drive by, now I don’t care at all.

I’ve gone from virgin, to
virgin exhibitionist slut in one hour.

“
I’m going to
come,” he announces on a strangled moan, the muscles in his arms
bulging as he thrusts faster and faster. The sound of him slipping
between my thighs that my juices now coat is so erotic. The sound
of his moans make the burning inside of me so much worse. “Nearly…
there.”

My stomach clenches, I can’t
breathe, I can’t speak, I can’t cry out. My head seems to explode
as my eyelids flutter closed of their own accord. I can’t control
it, my body is no longer my own. My soul seems to expand and wrap
around his as we both throb together, pulse together, orgasm
together.

The tingles slowly retreat and
my blurred vision focuses as his thrusts slow to an occasional
sharp jerk of his body.

My body is pushed into the seat
as he collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. “Amazing.”

“
Yeah,” I
agree, trying to regulate my breathing by taking a few large gulps
of air. “Can we do that again?”

He laughs and nods against my
neck, “Yeah, but not here. We’ve been lucky this time.”

Or so we think, we hear an
engine as a car drives our way. The car in question beeps three
times and somebody cheers, “GET IN!” Before driving away. The
entire time my cheeks get warmer and warmer and Caleb covers me
with his body so tight he almost absorbs me. I am mortified.

“
Stay here,”
he whispers and kisses my lips.

Hastily I bring my knees to my
chest, covering my nudity and stare at the greying sky through the
window.

Caleb quickly tugs on his
clothes, leaving his shirt off. I shy away when he cleans the mess
between my thighs but it soon turns to laughter when I see the wet
stain in the middle of the seats. He crinkles his nose playfully
and nips at my lips before helping me to pull my clothes on.

“
Come on,” he
instructs and guides me into the passenger seat. “I’ll call for
help.”

Oh right, the flat tyre. I
completely forgot about that. Not that anyone can blame me.

“
Is that the
first time you’ve had an orgasm?” he asks me as the sky gets
darker.

We’re still sat in the car,
waiting to be fixed. The company he called said they’d be an hour,
it has only been thirty minutes.

His question shocks me and I
choke a little on air. “Umm… no. Obviously I’ve… you know?”

His smile widens to one of
cockiness and eagerness, “Do tell.”

“
Everybody
masturbates,” I mutter, nervously tucking my hair behind my
ear.

“
Fuck me,
you’re cute.”

“
Sorry.”

“
Hey,” he
places his finger under my chin and finds my eyes with his. The way
they stare directly into mind with such softness makes me feel like
he’s caressing my soul. Parts of me I’ve never felt before want to
detach and wrap around him, keep him locked to me forever. “Don’t
ever apologise to me. You’re precious.”

“
Precious?”
Blush.

“
Perfect,” he
leans forward and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Cute and sexy and
so bloody pretty I just want to eat you.”

“
You just
did,” I blurt without thinking and hang my head in
shame.

He throws his head back and
laughs, his arms coming around my neck and pulling me to him over
the console. Kissing my hair he pulls back and makes eye contact
once more. “Did I tell you I’m fucking ecstatic I gave my heart to
you on the beach that day?”

“
You might
have mentioned it.”

“
Good,
because it’s true.”

“
I believe
you,” I admit because I do believe him, maybe it’s my young mind
and maybe his sweet words are in fact tricking me but I can’t help
it and I don’t care. This is the kind of thing you find in a fairy
tale. Not in real life.

I get that the dating phase is
the best phase but something tells me that this is real and this
will last. Maybe I’m naïve, I don’t care. I’m just lucky to feel
like this. I’m lucky to have Caleb even for a few minutes, let
alone for as long as I have already.

Chapter
Three

“
You’ve got
paint on your nose,” Caleb grins.

“
What?” I rub
my nose on my sleeve. “Where?”

“
Here,” his
thumb rubs across the bridge between my eyes making them cross to
watch his thumb. “Gone.”

I step back and admire my work,
I’ve painted his bedroom in three different pastel shades, green,
blue and lilac. It sounds weird but it looks amazing. Caleb and my
mum both gagged at the idea but now it’s done I’m sure they’ll love
it. Each colour blends into the next. It’s bright, it’s airy and
it’s perfect.

“
I love it,”
he gives an impressed nod, admiring it with me. I want to stick out
my tongue and chant like a child, ‘told you so, told you
so.’

“
How are the
shelves coming along?” He’s been downstairs for a while trying to
set up a bookcase.

He lowers his head in
embarrassment, “Not too good actually.”

I laugh and wrap my arms around
his waist, “It’s okay. We’ll do them together in a minute. Go put
the kettle on, I need to finish up here.”

Caleb is extremely talented
with everything academic, but is entirely hopeless when it comes to
building, skating and even biking. Football too. Pretty much
anything that involves any kind of coordination with his body or
the use of his hands. Not including when his hands are slipping
between my legs, now his hands really know how to work magic in
this area.

It’s one of the things I love
about him.

He’s also not the best dancer
in the world, not unless he’s dancing with me and then it’s like
we’re making love on the dance floor.

I place all of the paint trays
and rollers in the bath and get to work on cleaning them. Once
those are done I head downstairs and laugh when I see the state of
the room. There are planks of wood all over the place. None of them
organised, none of them labelled.

“
You’re
hopeless,” I snort and squeal when he starts tickling my
ribs.

It’s been a week since our car
tyre blew on us and I still can’t believe he’s actually staying.
I’m actually stood in his new house, covered in paint with my heart
hammering a mile a minute. I feel on top of the world.

We have somewhere to play and
by play I mean make out properly. And by make out properly I mean
have sex.

Caleb isn’t a virgin, he lost
his innocence when he was only fourteen years of age. Apparently it
was messy, awkward, and uncomfortable.

Also he came in about three
seconds.

He knows what he’s doing though
and has promised me that when the time comes he’ll take it slow and
make it as painless and as beautiful as possible.

Just being with him will be
beautiful.

Even if I’m terrified.

It seems silly to be scared of
the real thing when we’ve pretty much done everything else over the
past week. Every day he’s made me climax, either with his hand, his
mouth, his cock and at one point his thigh. All were amazing, all
were mind blowing and all left me feeling sated and tired.

“
You look
lost in thought,” he says softly and blows on the shell of my
ear.

I shrug him off on a giggle and
start putting the wood in the right order. “I don’t hear the kettle
boiling.”

“
Yes Miss
Bossy.”

“
Still not
boiling,” I laugh, marking off each plank.

“
I haven’t
even left the room yet, I’m too busy admiring this,” he pokes my
arse with his pinkie finger. I threaten him with a board, he soon
vanishes.

After the shelves are up, which
were so much easier than Caleb made them out to be, we shower
together. This is an odd experience for me, I’ve never been fully
naked like this with him. We’ve always been in his car or at my
house.

I’m a virgin teen so when we
did stuff at home, even though my mum was at work, I was terrified
of her coming home early and getting caught. Caleb never managed to
do more than get me to grind on his thigh, which was amazing albeit
a little embarrassing. I felt like a dog humping someone’s leg but
no matter how mortified I felt by my actions I couldn’t stop
myself. It felt too good, I lost all sense of reason and pride.

Caleb said it was the hottest
thing he’d ever witnessed, having a normally shy and composed woman
who he’s severely attracted to, lose all of her inhibitions for a
few marvellous minutes because of him.

Things are unfortunately going
pretty bad with his parents. I still haven’t met them but I’ve
heard them shouting at him on the phone. Last time he hung up on
them but I could see the pain in his eyes. I don’t know what they
said to make him so miserable but it took me a while to break him
out of it.

And a blowjob. I’ve actually
discovered I enjoy giving blowjobs. Or maybe it’s just the way
Caleb responds to them that triggers my enjoyment.

His parents have returned home
and as far as I’m aware, his brother has too. I hope they leave him
alone now. Of course I’m all for having your family around you but
I never want to see him miserable again. It breaks my heart.