Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Yeah, it is.” I clutched the edge of the bed, fingers digging in hard to try to hold back the urge to come. He rocked against me faster, each stroke another shockwave of pleasure. His ass was tight and hot and slick, but it was his noises and myriads of expressions on his face that kept me on the edge. Damn. I couldn’t be the first to come. Remembering what he’d said, I shifted so I could reach around to stroke his cock. “This okay?”
“More than. And don’t be bashful. You know how I like it.”
I did indeed know by now, only a few encounters in, that Caleb liked tight friction and plenty of it. And I liked knowing his body, knowing how to give him what he needed to feel good. Making him come was already one of my favorite things in the world, and I couldn’t wait to do it with him on my cock.
“You good if I go fast?” he asked conversationally as if I wasn’t dying for that very thing.
“Please.” I groaned, spurring him on with my free hand. “I’ll try to keep up.”
“You better.” He offered me a saucy smile over his shoulder.
Still grinning, Caleb rode me hard and fast, up and back down hard with a little moan, then up again until I was riding that edge, body tensing.
“Trying. To. Last,” I panted.
“That close?” Caleb’s smug tone would have earned a laugh had I not been in near physical pain from holding back my orgasm. “Damn. I do good work.”
“You do.” I squished my eyes shut, system overloaded. Watching his face was almost too much. “Come on, Caleb, tell me how to get you there.”
“I’m…close.” He released a breathy shudder. “Love how you’re holding my hip. Jack me harder.”
I followed his instruction, fingers digging into his hipbones, pulling slightly to provide a counterpoint that made him moan louder as I stroked him fast.
“There.” He went even harder than I’d thought possible, all strength and fury, muscles on full display as his back flexed. He ground down with a shout, spurting over my fist.
“I feel it.” I gasped as his ass clenched my cock tightly. The spasms were like nothing I’d expected, and I thrust up, a few erratic movements all it took to join him in coming. Some orgasms were like waves, while others were more like mountain summits, but this one was a monster truck rally—bright lights, loud roar, thick air, and a rush of adrenaline.
I struggled to breathe as the aftershocks pulsed through me, hard shudders as my pulse took forever to calm down. In fact, I was still panting as Caleb found a towel from somewhere and carefully cleaned my hand before I could really register the come coating my fist.
“Wow. Just wow.” He flopped down next to me. “Wanna nap here, or should we not risk it?”
“We shouldn’t.” I groaned because leaving was the last thing I wanted to do. However, it was the smartest. Considering how little I used my brain where Caleb was concerned, I really needed to heed the niggling feeling that if I slept there, I might not move for a week.
“Better get up then.” He gave me a playful shove, but his eyes were solemn. “And I’d say we can’t keep doing this, but I’m already counting down until next time.”
“Same.”
And as I walked back to Eric’s, darting down the alleyway to be less obvious, all I could think about were the things I wanted to do with Caleb. Surprisingly, not all of my thoughts were about sex. I had a growing list of places I couldn’t wait to share, which should have been alarming but instead was exhilarating.
Chapter Fourteen
Caleb
As my friends-with-super-secret-benefits arrangement with Tony plodded along, the end of July brought an Oregon heatwave that left our little mountain town sticky and cranky. Scotty had complained the entire walk to the high school for a planning committee meeting for the football fundraiser, and even the prospect of seeing Tony on my day off didn’t put any pep in my step. All a public meeting meant was more time spent trying not to reveal too much while wishing we were alone and not simply for the sex. Being around Tony felt good, like taking off a heavy coat and settling onto a couch with a friend.
But no coats were needed today. My T-shirt clung to my back before we reached the school. Like many older buildings in the area, the high school lacked air conditioning, and our committee quickly ditched the cafeteria in favor of some shady trees in the courtyard. Tony’s sister, Angel, had arrived prepared with a cooler of icy drinks, which the teens quickly demolished.
In the distance, the marching band was practicing the school fight song. Band camp had started, which meant football camp wasn’t far off, with less than a month until school started and a few precious weeks until our fundraiser.