Page 10 of Just a Little Crush

He didn’t make me wait long to show me what he intended. My breathing escalated in anticipation as his hand dipped into the waistband of my panties and down between my legs where I was slick and needy. I whimpered as he grazed my sensitive clit, and he groaned in my ear as his fingers sank into my pussy.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled, sliding deeper.

His fingers continued to expertly stroke me—too light to make me come, much to my frustration.

“The other nice thing about those windows at night, I can also see your reflection while I’m playing with your tits, and my other hand is pleasuring your pussy, and that’s so fucking hot.”

He tugged on a nipple, and I moaned, my head falling back on his shoulder as my hips bucked against his hand.

“Do you know what would be even hotter?” he murmured.

“What?” I whispered, wanting to know.

“Pushing you up against that window and fucking you from behind.”

My sex clenched at the image that flashed through my mind, and he chuckled in my ear. “Oh, yeah, you like that idea, don’t you?”

I did. Too much. Who knew beneath those power suits that Caleb wore that he was absolutely filthy and depraved when it came to sex?

I rolled my hips, trying to increase the pressure and friction of his fingers against my clit. “Caleb…please,” I begged, desperate for the orgasm he was holding just out of my reach.

“Please what?” he teased.

I didn’t censor my words. “Let me come.”

He continued those slow, lazy, too gentle strokes across my needy flesh. “Show me how badly you want it.”

Shedding every last inhibition, I slid a hand into my panties to join his, pressing his fingers harder against my clit, forcing him to increase the rhythm and friction just the way I needed. He lowered his other arm, wrapping it tight around my waist and hauling me right up against the front of his body, as if he was getting ready to completely unravel every part of me and I’d need the extra support of him holding me upright.

So many wild, intense sensations crashed through me, and I closed my eyes to savor them all and enjoy Caleb’s expertise. My arm reached up so that I could slide my hand through his soft, thick hair, gripping the strands as I shamelessly fucked his fingers.

My hips rolled and bucked, thrusting against the hand in my panties then rocking back to rub against the solid length of his erection, a hard pillar of flesh that made my core clench at the thought of him burying all those inches deep inside of me.

He growled against the side of my neck, the sound making me shiver. “Look at you,” he ordered, and I pried my eyes open to obey. “So fucking beautiful. Grinding against my hand, your ass pushing so eagerly against my cock. Come for me, Stevie.”

My reflection in the window showed me everything. Had I ever acted so wanton before?Never,but then I’d never been with a confident, sexually assured man like Caleb.

That elusive feeling of being desired completely consumed me, pushing me over the edge and into a powerful orgasm that seemed to spiral me into a whole other dimension. I cried out, vaguely hearing Caleb murmuring words of encouragement and praise as my body quivered and my climax left me breathless and boneless.

I slumped back against him, grateful for the arm he’d anchored around my waist that kept me from collapsing to the floor. My head was still tilted back and resting on his shoulder as I tried to regain my equilibrium, and in the window’s reflection I watched as he withdrew his hand from my panties and brought it up to his mouth, sucking the taste of me off of his fingers.

He groaned, as if he’d just enjoyed a rare delicacy. “Jesus, I knew you’d taste so fucking good.”

The fact that he’d imaginedtasting memade me lightheaded.

He dropped his hand down to my hip and nuzzled my neck. “You ready to take this to the bedroom so I can fuck you properly, on a bed?”

“Oh, now you’re being all formal,” I teased, and he chuckled. “I don’t think my shaking legs are capable of getting me there.”

“Then allow me,” he said, and swept me up into his arms.

CHAPTER FOUR

Stevie

Ilet outa startled squeal, my hands grasping onto Caleb’s shoulders as my feet left the floor and I found myself cradled against his chest. Even though I wasn’t a petite woman, I couldn’t bring myself to protest because the effortless way he carried me was so damn sexy. So I held on for the ride as he headed down a long hallway, passing several rooms until he reached an obscenely large bedroom.

As soon as we entered, one of the lamps at the side of the bed automatically flicked on, giving me a glimpse of more floor-to-ceiling windows and navy and cream décor and dark wood furniture. He set me down on the king-size bed and walked away, unbuttoning his dress shirt.

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