It doesn’t take long for the sensation to build and build and build.
He thrusts into me with his tongue again, fucking me with his mouth just like he said he would.
I shatter, moaning his name. It’s unbearable.
There’s a gleam in his eye.
He’s not finished.
I collapse back as two fingers slide into me, hitting my G-spot with deadly accuracy. I can’t control my hips, which begin to rock into him. My eyes close, and I lose track of where he is.
That’s my mistake.
He pushes in another finger, spreading me wider, and licks my clit. It’s so fucking slow, every stroke makes me tremble.
“Caleb,” I groan, trying to push his head away. It’s too much. My legs tingle.
“Give it to me,” he growls.
His finger, wet from being inside me, slips back, teasing my asshole. He pushes inside at the same time that he slides his tongue into me.
The sensation is overwhelming. Another orgasm crashes over me, and my legs shake. I keep coming.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, turning my head to the side. He just stuck his finger in my…
He smirks. “You can call me that, if you want.”
“Ass.” I’m panting. I’m pretty sure I can’t move.
“Wasn’t that worth waiting for?”
Who would’ve thought two weeks was a long time to go without sex? And not just sex—any orgasms. My stomach is still bruised, but it doesn’t hurt much anymore. The limited activity order has done wonders.
“Yes,” I manage.
He gets up and hauls me up, too. “Get naked.”
I gulp.
More?
I unbuckle my heels, more than happy to be rid of them, and my dress follows. It puddles on the floor around me. I throw it on the back of the chair.
Caleb comes out of the bathroom.
I go in and pee, then contemplate taking down my hair. It’s a little messy from the dancing and what just happened. Still, it’s not a bad look. I analyze the rest of my body. My stomach’s bruises are yellow and green, with some spots still light purple or red. There’s a bite mark on my breast.
I’ve had Ian’s bite mark on my wrist covered with makeup. The scratches on my arm have healed, except for a few deeper gouges that scabbed over.
In another few weeks, I’ll be whole again.
Caleb opens the door, meeting my eyes in the mirror. He’s naked.
He comes and stands behind me, touching his own mark on my breast. When I told him I liked pain. His hand glides down my arm, closing over the bracelet on my wrist. He wears his on the same arm.
“I’m really fucking glad you decided to wear your own version of a crown.” He kisses my neck.
I tip my head to the side. I guess I didn’t think about that implication. But the more I think about it, the more… I like it.
He peppers kisses down my shoulder, lifting my arm. His lips hover over the bracelet.
“Did you mean it?”
I shake my head. “Did I mean what?”
“That you wanted to marry me. When we were nine.”
“We were eight,” I murmur. “And yes, I did mean it. I wanted a future with you.”
Our eyes collide in the mirror again, and this time…
“You have stickers on your boobs,” he says.
I jerk, then burst out laughing. I had forgotten about them. I peel them off, then slip past him. I grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in the living room and cross to the windows. We’re high enough that there’s no chance of anyone spying the naked girl.
Top floor.
Caleb’s reflection appears behind me again. He uses his foot to widen my stance, and he bends me forward. I automatically put my hands on the window to keep my balance.
He pushes into me without a word.
I bite my lip, trapping my whimper behind my teeth.
Two can play that game.
There’s always a game between us.
He thrusts faster, stoking something hot between us. His hand reaches around me, and his fingers find my clit again.
It’s sore. Everything is sore.
I bite my lip harder. He can’t win this, too.
I push back to meet his pace. His finger on my clit, rubbing fast little circles, is insistent.
His other hand slides into my hair, keeping my head up. I see us in the reflection, my whole body moving with every slam. And beyond us, a city that couldn’t give a damn. Students filter out below us.
He changes angles, rolling his hips, and I can’t take it anymore. I let out a whimper.
His hand moves from my hair to around my neck. He pulls me so I’m almost upright, then growls and picks up the pace. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
“I can’t,” I pant.
“Fuck,” he growls, biting my shoulder. “Scream, Margo.”
I do. I tip my head back and scream his name, abandoning all self-control. My legs tremble while the orgasm rolls through me. I squeeze my eyes shut.
He slams into me at a whole new angle, grunting into my neck. He jerks forward, burying himself all the way inside me, and comes with a hiss of breath.
We stand like that for a long moment. Eyes closed.
I’m so tired I can barely move.
He pulls out and takes off the condom.
Slowly, I sink to my knees.
Caleb returns and comes over to me, lifting me up easily. “A nap, then maybe we’ll try this again,” he says.
“Great,” I mumble. “I can barely keep my eyes open.”
He tucks us into bed and turns off the light. We’re still naked—a fact he takes advantage of with his wandering hand. I press closer to him, raising my head.
“Kiss me,” I say.
He places a soft kiss on my lips. It’s exactly what I need.
I exhale, wrapping my arms around him, and within seconds, I’m out.
34
Our alarm goes off at six-thirty.
Caleb rolls over me, smacking the ‘off’ button, and blinks down at me.
He’s adorable when he’s sleepy.
I don’t dare tell him that, but I take a mental snapshot and file it away.
And then he shifts, and his erection brushes my leg. I stare at him, spreading my legs. It’s too early for chitchat, but it isn’t too early for this.
He looks over at the nightstand. I don’t know why he does—we both already know there aren’t any condoms left.
We woke up after a short nap and had sex. Then again a little while later. That time, he stayed inside me until he got hard, and the whole thing repeated. We didn’t sleep for long. I went down on him, but that… that turned into him fucking my mouth.
I didn’t think almost choking on his dick would be hot, but it was.
“Just pull out,” I whisper.
He hesitates a split second, his gaze darting around my face, then plunges into me.
We both groan.
It’s quick and dirty. He flicks my clit until I fall apart, then pounds into me with fervor. He stills for a split second, then jerks back and comes on my stomach.
I reach down and stroke him, eliciting a groan from him. His cum is hot liquid on my skin, and it’s smeared between us as he drops down on top of me.
“You felt fucking amazing,” he whispers. He kisses the hell out of me, his tongue invading my mouth.
We kiss until a pounding at the door interrupts us.
He scowls in that direction. To me, he says, “Get dressed.”