Page 51 of Well That Happened

Hot.

Relentless.

I come fast, thighs shaking, breath caught in my throat.

He stays there with soft kisses and nibbles until I ride it out, then climbs back up beside me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Still okay?” he asks, voice low, eyes soft.

I grab his waistband. “Your turn.”

He laughs, breathless. “You don’t have to—”

“Shut up.”

He groans as I slide down his pants, freeing him—andholy hell. I blink, stunned.

“That’s… ambitious.”

His grin is lazy now. “You complaining?”

“Not even a little.”

He’s gorgeous. Long, thick, smooth—slightly flushed at the tip. Even his balls are pretty. That’s definitely a sentence I’venever said before. I’m low-key obsessed, and I haven’t even touched him yet.

I slide down, eyes locked on his as I reach for him.

My fingers wrap around him first, and—damn.

He’s thick, heavy in my hand. Warm and impossibly hard, already leaking at the tip.

“Jeez, Caleb,” I murmur, giving him a slow stroke. “Is this what you’ve been hiding under all those joggers?”

His breath catches. “Rilee—”

I grin, thumb circling the head. “You’re gonna ruin me for everyone else.”

He groans, low and wrecked, head tipping back against the pillow.

I lower my mouth over him, slow at first, lips and tongue and enough lipstick to mark him like a crime scene.

He lets out a low, wrecked sound, hands gripping the sheets, then pushing into my hair.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Your mouth feels so good.”

I pull back slightly, just enough to swirl my tongue around the tip and glance up at him. “Yeah? You like watching me wreck you?”

His jaw tightens, eyes wild. “Rilee…”

I hollow my cheeks, take him deeper, and feel him twitch under my tongue. Then I add my hand, jacking him slowly as my mouth slides up and down.

“Just like that,” he mutters, voice rough and desperate. “Fuck, you’re gonna ruin me.”

He mutters my name like a prayer, hips barely moving because he’s still trying to be careful—even now.

His breath punches out of him. “Fuck, Rilee—”

I don’t stop.