Poison Me Sweetly (8 page)

Caleb abruptly pulls away as he unwraps my legs from
his hips. I have no choice but to stand on shaky feet as I stare at him, mouth
agape. What the hell? He gives me a wicked grin. “I had to work hard for this
tonight. When you go, it'll be with me inside you.”

My eyes widen while heat streaks through me at his
words. I've never, ever had a guy withhold an orgasm from me before. I'm not
sure if I'm irritated or turned on even more. My expression must show my
thoughts, because he leans in and brushes his lips almost tenderly against my
own. “It'll be worth it,” he promises in a deep voice. He presses a hand
against my hip and leads me towards the back of the apartment.

We step into his bedroom, and Caleb turns on the
light. No lamps or darkness for him. I like that. I want to see every single
inch of this man. I get a brief glimpse of dark curtains and a black bed before
I find myself pulled back into his arms. I look up at him, expecting him to
kiss me, but instead he stares into my eyes as his hands slowly run down my
arms, then over my hips to the hem of my dress. He catches it in his hands and
slowly begins to pull it up. I obediently lift my arms so he can slip it up over
my head. He tosses it aside, and his eyes take in my red bra and matching
panties.

“Hell fucking yeah,” he breathes as his eyes darken
sinfully. His eyes drop to my breasts, which are close to falling out of the
balconette
bra.

The fact that a man like Caleb seems to be held
enraptured by my rack is amusing. I watch as his tanned hands run over the
slightly paler skin on the upper swells of my cleavage. I realize I like
watching his hands touch me. It makes me wetter than I already am.  His
head bends down, and he kisses the satiny skin where his fingers had just been
before his lips run over the curves that strain against the edging of my bra.
My head drops back, and I can't help but sink my hands in his dark hair as his
tongue sweeps down between my breasts. He’s enjoying what he’s doing, because
he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to speed things up. I feel one of his hands
reach behind me, and my bra immediately falls away.

Caleb's head lifts instantly so he can see what he's
uncovered. “
Mmm
,” he says in appreciation before his
arms wrap around me, lifting me up. I gasp and hold onto him until he gently
eases me down onto his bed. He pulls back slightly, his eyes drinking me in
with a gleam that could almost be called predatory.

I know what he's thinking. I'm sprawled out across his
bed, half-naked—right where he's wanted me since the moment he'd laid eyes on
me earlier this evening. He's won this round, and he's damn happy about it. My
eyes drop to his hips. Oh yeah, he's definitely happy all right.

He's eerily calm as he moves to my feet. His fingers
deftly unbuckle my shoes before carefully easing them off and to the floor. I
can't help but prop myself up on my elbows to watch him, which in turn shoves
my breasts out.

Caleb's eyes flicker to my breasts, and something
dangerous swirls in them as he eases his shirt off. My lower belly quivers at
the sight of his bare chest, and all those muscles that make me want to run my
tongue up their ridges. His hands drop to his jeans, and I watch with eager
fascination as he undresses fully for me. Unabashed by his full nudity, he
stands there for a long moment, letting me take him in. I need that gorgeous
hard length of him inside me. I’m so turned on that the swollen flesh between
my legs actually aches with my need to have him. My tongue peeks out and wets
my bottom lip.

That's all it takes to get him moving again. He's on
me in an instant, his lips on mine, tongue deep and seeking as he kisses me,
while his warm body settles on top of my heated one. A sigh of pleasure escapes
me as my nipples press into his chest, and I enjoy the exquisite sensation.
Caleb’s hips settle between my legs, causing me to arch into him as I feel his
warm arousal brush against my still covered core. I want to move things along,
because we're not going fast enough, but I also can't resist running my hands
up and down his toned back. His skin is warm and smooth, and I find that I’m
enjoying every single touch, no matter how small or insignificant it is. I’ve
always enjoyed the male body, but for some reason Caleb’s body so does it for
me. Just touching him, even if it’s along his back, is such a turn on.

Dang, he's got a tight ass.

My hands have slid down to his ass cheeks, and he
immediately flexes for me, making me gasp into his mouth as it drives his
erection against my damp panties. Then he breaks the kiss, and his lips slide
down my jaw to my neck. He braces himself on his elbows as he moves lower until
he can take the tip of my right breast into his mouth. Once again, my hands go
to his hair as he flicks his tongue over the sensitive point before sucking on
it briefly, then he’s toying with the tip again. He's determined to drive me
insane with the wickedness of his tongue as he repeats his erotic
ministrations. He doesn't seem rushed, even though I can feel his erection
straining against my thigh. Pleasure moves all the way down to my core as he
patiently moves to my left breast to give it the same care, while his hand
comes up to roll my other nipple between his fingers.

I can't hold back my moan as I arch my back, wanting
more. My hips begin to grind up into his stomach, needing some sort of
friction. I'm going to come. I
need
to so badly, because what Caleb is
doing to me is pure torture. Delicious torture. I'm used to fast sex. Usually I
am drunk and too impatient for foreplay and I just want to get off.
Immediately. Except with
Jer
—ooh, so not going there
right now.

My breath comes in little pants as I rub myself
against his hard stomach, seeking relief. Unfortunately, Caleb stays true to
his word, immediately easing his stomach off my pelvis. My nipple pops out of
his mouth as he lifts his head, and I see a smile plays at the corners of his
lips. “Impatient much?”

I freeze beneath him. I don't like being played with.
My mouth opens to snap at him, but I'm shocked speechless as he moves further
down my body and grabs each side of my panties. He rips them off me. “Holy
shit! Damn it. You owe me a new pair of those,” I say breathlessly. They were a
matching set and had cost a fortune. But I guess I can't be too upset, not when
he's staring so intently at what he's just uncovered. I always take care to
trim most of my curls down there but for just a small patch. From his vantage
point, he can see me in all my swollen glory.

“Ah Sparky, you're even better than I imagined,” he
says lowly before he settles down and dips his tongue in my naval.

My stomach muscles tighten, and I know what he's going
to do. I don't think I can let him. That act is too intimate for one-
nighters
. His tongue swipes into my belly button before he
nibbles lightly on my lower belly, making my muscles quiver with anticipation.
I want to feel his mouth on me, but I’m not sure I’m willing to be that
vulnerable. Not with him. He’s already controlling the night as it is, and he’s
getting away with more than I usually allow. His lips are inching down, and he
spreads my legs further apart with determination. When his lips go lower and
he's almost there, I tense up. “No!”

Caleb freezes, his mouth inches from my clit as he
looks up at me, blue eye questioning.

I shake my head.

His eyebrows furrow. “Why would you not want me—
”

“I said no.”

He's confused, but doesn't push. He simply nods, then
eases back up over me to capture my lips. Surprisingly enough, his kiss is gentle.
It's slow this time and seductive. My body is wound tighter than a rubber band,
and I can't stop quivering beneath him. “Caleb,” I can't help but say against
his lips, and it comes out more pleading than I want it to.

He doesn't acknowledge the plea, but his hand does
slide down my stomach to the swollen flesh between my legs. His finger brushes
against my clit, and my hips immediately arch, wanting more. He ignores me as
he dips a finger inside me.
Ohhhh
, that feels so damn
good. More. I want more. I push myself against his hand deliberately. Much to
my dismay, his finger eases out. That's it. I'm done with the fucking teasing.

I bite his lip.

Hard.

“Fuck!” he says as he jerks his mouth from mine, eyes
shocked as he gazes down at me.

I scowl at him. “Either get in or I get out.”

The damn man has the gall to chuckle. “You know,
Sparky, most women love foreplay.”

“Maybe when they can actually get off! Stop messing
around or let me come,” I snarl.

A grin spreads across his face. “I knew you'd be like
this. All hot and
pissy
at the same time. It turns me
on like you wouldn't believe.” I growl. His lip twitches, but he doesn't say
anything as he eases off me slightly to open the nightstand drawer beside the
bed. Out comes a condom.

I'm done being controlled, and I'm done begging. I
shove him off me, taking him by complete surprise as he falls onto his back,
while I quickly straddle him. His dick presses intimately against my folds for
a brief second, and my eyes shut briefly as I savor the feel of him. Then I
snap back to reality and grab the condom out of his hand, ripping it open.

Caleb looks amused as he slips his hands behind his
head, body relaxed beneath me but for his straining erection. “I suppose this
is where you think you're going to take control.”

“I am,” I say simply. I move to sit on his thighs so I
can take him in my hands. He's big, and hard, aching for release. How he has
the patience to play around like he has been, is beyond me. I roll the condom
over him slowly, wanting to torture him back. His stomach muscles clench, and I
lift my eyes to his face to see that his jaw is tight, a telltale muscle
ticking in one cheek. Once the condom is in place, I begin to stroke him with
as much patience as he'd shown me earlier. His entire body is tense now, and
I'm pleased that he's the one on edge now. If he wants to play games, we'll
play games. But it'll be him on his back—begging. Not me.

One second I'm in control, stroking him with a
smirk—and then the next he's got me on my back, legs pulled open. He gently
begins easing inside me. I expect him to just shove himself inside like others
have, but instead, he inches in slightly before his eyes lift to mine
questioningly.

I look up at him with puzzlement. What is he waiting
for?

He must find what he's looking for in my gaze, because
he begins to push further in. My head drops back on the pillow, and my eyes
shut as he works to ease himself into my depths. I’ve been with other guys that
have had impressive dicks, but he’s the only one that’s ever been so attentive
with entering me. He's all the way in now, and it feels so good. His arms
settle on either side of my head, bracing his body off mine so he doesn't crush
me as he carefully eases out and then back in. I feel myself spasm slightly
from the friction of him moving inside me, and I fight to hold it together. It
feels really good, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing
that he’s likely the best fuck I’ve ever had, and I haven’t even reached a damn
orgasm yet. I wait for him to pick up speed, but he doesn't. His thrusts are
slow and deliberate. Almost calculated.

“Look at me,” he orders in a strained voice. His
accent is more pronounced, and once again I feel myself tighten around him. He
drags in a shuddering breath above me, and I open my eyes to peer up at him.
His eyes search mine as he keeps the steady pace. I wrap my legs around his
hips, my body arching into his as I slip my arms around his shoulders. My heart
is thrumming in my chest, and I know it won’t take me long to find my release.

Caleb frowns at me, shifting slightly. He pulls out
most of the way, then pushes back in, as if adjusting his angle.

I tilt my chin up, trying to catch his lips with mine
for a kiss, but he pulls his head back, his eyes intent and watchful as he studies
me. What the hell is he doing? I deliberately arch an eyebrow. “Are we having
sex or not? If you're waiting for loud moans and screams, it's not going to
happen.” I'm not a screamer. I'm not loud either during sex. A little moan and
soft gasp is about all I let escape if the sex is good.

“We'll see,” he says as his right hand eases down to
my hip, then slips beneath my ass. He jerks my hips up, angles his hips
differently, and then buries himself in deeply, his pelvic bone rubbing against
my clit at the same time.

I can't hold back my moan as he rubs me just perfectly
inside as well. Pleasure shoots through me, and I arch into him, desperately
wanting more.
Needing
more. My nails press into his back, probably
making indentations as they flex instinctively when he plunges into me again,
this time even harder.

“Yeah, that's the spot,” he murmurs as he begins to
drive into me at a steadier pace now.

Shit.

My eyes connect with his as my hips move almost
frantically against his.  With every thrust, his pelvic bone is still
rubbing my clit, and the expression on his face is one of single minded
determination as his gaze holds mine.

I feel caught by the intimacy of his stare, and I’m
unable to look away. My breath pants across his lips every time he pins me to
the mattress as he pumps into me. He's too patient, too watchful, and it makes
me self-conscious, because I can tell he's holding himself back. I've done
everything in my power to try to control this night, and he's determined to
shatter my control. It's in his eyes. In the way he deliberately grinds into
me. He's going to watch me explode, and he's going to enjoy every second of it.