Kaleb (12 page)

“Baby,
I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” Kaleb said when he tore his mouth
from hers.

She
could think of a number of things she wanted him to do to her. Apparently he
had some ideas of his own because he pushed her thighs apart, kneeling between
her legs, staring down at her. His gaze was like a physical caress, her nerve
endings reaching out for him, selfishly relishing in the admiration she saw in
his eyes.

“Touch
me, Kaleb.” She moaned, unable to help herself. She needed his touch like she
needed air to breathe, probably more so in that very moment.

“Baby,
I fully intend to.” Kaleb smiled down at her. “Trust me.”

Oh,
she trusted him all right. She trusted he would have her body screaming. So
what was he waiting for?

“So pretty.”
He whispered as he trailed one finger down her neck, over her collar bone, then
circling one painfully erect nipple.

She
wanted him lower, between her thighs, easing the ache that had taken up
residence since the first time she felt his incredible mouth on her lips. The
rest of her body felt entirely too neglected, wanting to feel his mouth in ways
she’d never been fond of.

When
his tongue replaced his finger, swirling around her nipple, she bucked her hips
upward, needing his touch lower. She was going to burn alive.

Thankfully
he didn’t tease for too long before he was easing lower, his broad shoulders
sliding between her thighs, forcing her legs wider, the only thing between her
sensitive pussy and his hungry gaze were her panties, and she was half tempted
to rip them from her body just so he’d get on with it.

He
obviously had other intentions because he eased her panties to the side, using
one hand to open her lips while he trailed one thick finger through the folds,
teasing her clit only briefly.

Zoey
had never been into oral sex, never found enough pleasure in it to need it, but
with Kaleb, just his heated stare was enough to have her pussy clenching, her
juices preparing her for the invasion she ached for. When he used his tongue to
separate her wet folds, she bucked off the floor.

Too much.
Oh, God, it was too much.

“Easy, baby.”
Kaleb crooned. “Let me taste you.”

She
wanted to beg him to hurry, unsure how long she’d be able to last with him
torturing her clit with the soft, warm flicks of his tongue. But she did as he
instructed, she tried to relax, tried to enjoy the sensations that short
circuited her body as he began to lick her, suckling her clit, before going
lower, his tongue pushing through the sensitive flesh of her pussy. When he
thrust his tongue inside, she cried out.

“You’ve
got such a pretty pussy.” His words lit her up like a pyrotechnics show, the
glorious colors flashing behind her closed eye lids as she let the pleasure
take over.

“So pink.
So soft.”
He continued to mumble the words while she
moved closer and closer to the brink, gripping the razor sharp edge as she
tried to hold on.

With
her eyes closed, her body begging for that little bit that would send her
over,
Zoey sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, trying not
to beg. When he thrust one thick finger inside her pussy, using his mouth to
suckle her clit, her orgasm detonated, her muscles locking painfully as the
sudden, intense buzz raced through her.

“Kaleb!”
Screaming his name, she mentally reached out to him, praying he would catch her
if she didn’t stop freefalling into the abyss.

“I’ve
got you, baby.”

Suddenly
he was closer, his breath against her ear, his rich voice easing the fear that
she wouldn’t come back to herself. He kissed her softly, his warm lips a
lifeline that she latched onto, wrapping her weary arms around his neck. Her
body was so overcome with emotion; she fought back the tears, scared of what would
happen if she opened herself up more to this man.

With
her arms around Kaleb’s neck, Zoey held on as he lifted her from the floor,
wondering whether he was actually picking her up or if she was just floating
because either way, it was a welcome relief from the onslaught of sensation
that she was succumbing to.

“Zoey.”
Kaleb said her name and she forced her eyes open as he laid her on his bed, his
immense body coming over her. “I need to be inside you. I need to feel you.”

She
needed to feel him too. She met his eyes and the smoky blue depths swirled with
something she had never seen before, mirroring the emotions racing through her.

Oh,
God. She was in trouble here.

♂♀

Kaleb
wasn’t exactly certain what was going on, but something had come over him, something
stronger than even his need for this woman. Maybe it was possessiveness, an
overwhelming urge to protect her, but he was swamped with emotion.

It
might’ve started when they walked through his front door, or it might’ve
started when he deposited her on his bed, either way, he couldn’t fight it.
Zoey was the only woman he’d brought back to his house since Regina, the only
woman who had ever been in this bed, and the need to own her, to possess her –
mind, body, and soul – was quickly becoming an obsession.

“Baby,”
Kaleb stared down into the rich, warm blue of her eyes, felt his heart swell to
the point he wondered whether his chest could contain it. “I need to feel you.”

He
wasn’t sure what he was getting at, but he had to be inside of her, had to become
one with this woman because if he didn’t, he didn’t think he’d survive.

“Do
I need a condom?” Kaleb knew the answer, knew he should have never asked her,
but
fuck,
he didn’t want anything between them. The
need to feel her slick, warmth around his dick was more than he could bear.

“No.”
She said, and he wondered whether she knew what she was saying.

“Are
you...?”

“I’m
on birth control. But, what about...”

At
least she was aware of what he was asking and what it actually meant. Kaleb had
never been with a woman without a condom.
Never.
Not
even with Regina so when she told him that she was pregnant, he’d battled to
understand how that happened, never even remembering any mishaps with the
condoms he religiously wore. With Zoey, he almost didn’t care, but he would
never make a decision for her.

“I’m
clean. I’ve never had sex without a condom. Always been safe...” He began to
mumble, unsure whether he was trying to convince her or him. Aligning their
bodies, he tilted her chin, pressed a soft kiss on her lips. “Are you sure?”

Gripping
his chin with her tiny fingers, she whispered, “I’m sure, Kaleb.”

Kaleb
gripped the base of his cock, sliding the head against her slick opening before
pressing against her. Zoey’s body opened for him, gripping the head of his cock
as her muscles relaxed enough to push deeper. She was so fucking tight, so hot.
Skin to skin, it was the most intense pleasure he had ever known.

“Awww, baby.”
Kaleb whispered
,
the sheen of tears in her eyes nearly
his undoing. He had no idea when he’d become so emotional. When he told her
that he wasn’t gentle, that he couldn’t give her sweet words, he’d apparently
been lying because with Zoey, he wanted to do that and more. Making love to her
was the closest to heaven he’d ever been.

“Please.”
Zoey begged.
“Kaleb.”

He
knew what she was feeling because he was consumed by it. Pressing his hips
against hers, he buried his cock to the hilt, sucking in air as the flames licked
at his balls. The warmth of her body embraced him; the soft clamp of her
muscles gripped him, pulling him deeper until they were one.

Brushing
her hair back from her eyes, he pressed his mouth to hers as he began a gentle
rocking of his hips. Her pussy enveloped him, like a velvet fist, squeezing
until the pleasure mingled with pain. She was tight, warm and wet, and he was
battling his own need to come.

Pushing
up on his forearms, he was able to retreat from her body before pushing back
in, deeper than he thought possible. Her legs wrapped around his hips, trying
to pull him closer when he would have pulled back. The friction sent shards of
pleasure bolting through his cock. Unable to keep his movements slow and sweet,
Kaleb let the need take over.

Pumping
his hips, he began a furious rhythm, thrusting harder, faster,
deeper
until Zoey was meeting his, their bodies slamming
against one another.

“Harder.”
Zoey moaned, and Kaleb let go.

Pushing
up onto his knees, he pulled her until her ass rested against his thighs, his
cock angling deeper, her knees bent against his sides. He gripped her thighs,
holding her to him as he slammed into her over and over until his brain became
fuzzy,
his
orgasm threatening.

“Come
for me, Zoey.” He insisted, needing her to come before he wouldn’t be able to
hold out any longer.

Zoey’s
pussy clamped onto his cock when she screamed his name, her fingernails digging
into his forearms and her head thrashing back onto the pillow. It was the
sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen, and it ripped his release from him, his
cock pulsing deep inside the warm depths of her body.

It
didn’t take much to realize that this one woman, his best friend had just
changed him in inconceivable ways. From this moment forward, Kaleb knew he’d
never be the same.

If
only he knew what to do about that, he might just be able to sleep.

♀♂

Zoey
woke slowly, the warmth pressed against her back bringing her out of a deep,
dreamless sleep.
Kaleb.
She could hear his soft
breaths; feel them against her neck where he cuddled up against her. A graphic
visual of the night before flashed in her mind and a heated blush crept over
her skin. The way the man had played her body should’ve been illegal.

What
she had thought would be rough and hungry had been gentle and sweet, though
just as intense. Her body still burned for him, needing something she hadn’t
received the night before. The way he made love to her had been better than she
even imagined, but the hunger still tore at her insides, the driving ache still
throbbing between her thighs.

Rolling
over, she turned so that she was facing him, trying not to wake him, but
wanting nothing more than to touch him again. When his eyes opened, piercing
her with the vivid blue glow that she’d remembered from the night before,
Zoey’s womb spasmed.

“Morning.”
He said gruffly.

Zoey
merely smiled, using her hand to push the blankets down. It was getting warm,
and she knew it didn’t have anything to do with blankets and everything to do with
the way this man heated her from the inside out.

“
What’s that look
for?” Kaleb
asked,
a gleam in his bright eyes.

Still
not speaking, Zoey pushed herself up, kneeling on the bed until she straddled
his hips, grateful for his morning erection because she needed to feel him
again. Stroking slowly, she kept her eyes trained on his face, watching as she
sought to bring him to the edge.

Kaleb
apparently wasn’t having any of that because he slid his hands up her thighs
before gripping her hips. “Ride me,” he insisted, striking a chord deep in her
womb.

Zoey
caught something dark and possessive flash in those quicksilver smoky eyes as
she lowered herself gently onto his cock, taking him fully inside of her in one
quick thrust. There was initial pain as her body fought to accommodate the
width of him, but it was quickly subdued by the increasing pleasure.

“Ride
me, Zoey.”

Zoey
detected a different side of Kaleb lying beneath her. Gone was the sensitive
lover from the night before, replaced by a man looking to force her to take
what she wanted. There was no way she could resist, rocking her hips back and
forth, letting the friction ignite the nerve endings in her clit as it brushed
against his pelvis.

“Lift
your hips.” He stated, his lips a hard line.

Zoey
could feel his tension, knew he was trying to hold back from her. Here she was
reveling in this new side of him that she’d never known, and he was probably
worried he’d scare her. She did exactly as he told her, but nothing more,
waiting for his next instruction. This was new for her.
New
and erotic.

Last
night, their first time, he’d been sweet and loving; exactly the opposite as
he’d told her that he would be. But this morning, there was
an
intensity
in his gaze and in his words that she could relate to. That she
wanted more of.

“Tell
me.” Zoey stated, continuing to ride his cock as he lay perfectly still on the
bed, giving her complete control. She didn’t want control. She wanted to
be
controlled.
Dominated.
Taken with the lust and hunger
she felt pulsing just beneath his warm skin.