Page 67 of Burn

My heart drums with excitement as he grabs me by the waist and spins me around so my back is against the door, body melting into his.

There’s a second where we stare at one another, and I’m remembering the kiss from last night, the way his tongue felt meeting mine. It takes everything in me not to sigh at the memory.

He licks his lips once, eyes darting to my mouth and then dips his head forward.

The moment his mouth meets mine, he invades my senses with his rich intoxicating manly smell. Caleb makes a groan, low and deep in his chest, pushing me back against the wall next to the mops. Angling his head slightly, he deepens the kiss, his tongue circling mine. Our mouths press together urgently, rough with a desperate need we can’t suppress any longer.

With my legs wrapped around his waist, Caleb grinds his erection into my center. Pleasure shoots through my body like the rapid firing of my nerve endings. I gasp into his mouth.

Impatiently, his lips leave mine and make their way to my jaw, my neck, and his left hand travels from my waist to my neck where he wraps his hand tightly around it and angles it up to expose my skin better for him.

Hot kisses move over me, my eyes drifting closed as I sink into his embrace a little more. I love neck kisses. Heat rushes through me and between my legs as I drag my heated center over his cock, up and down, twice.

I hear voices outside the closet and I’m reminded of where we are. While I love the hell out of his kisses, we don’t have time to be kissing like this or dry humping.

Dropping my legs from around his waist, I kiss him once more before pushing back on his shoulders. I don’t say anything as I reach for his belt buckle.

He doesn’t either when he steps back about a foot and lets me undo them.

Swallowing, the muscles in his stomach pull in when I take his cock out of his boxers and into my palm.

In my experience, cocks have never been beautiful. They look like one-eyed snakes, and I’m afraid of snakes. Caleb is the exception to this. And sadly, I think he knows it.

He rips his shirt over his head, and I sink to my knees, my mouth catching the tip of his cock. He’s smooth and hot, swollen with need.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles when I bring him inside my mouth completely, practically panting.

I don’t have time to suck on it slowly, so it’s more along the lines of trying to finish a popsicle before your parents find out you stole it from the freezer. Or like a lion attempting to finish off the carcass before the rest of the herd gets there.

Maybe that last example was a little too graphic, but I’m sure you understand.

When I pull him in, he responds immediately, heavy breaths and small grunts.

And just when I think I’m in control and have it all under wraps, I’m wrong.

Caleb does.

Within seconds, he’s fucking my mouth. There’s a difference between giving a blow job and being fucked in the mouth. If you don’t believe me, I’ll explain.

My back is against the wall, my head in his hands and they’re tangled in my hair. Actually, no, they’re fisted in my hair, the whites of his knuckles visible.

He’s hunched over me, every hard line of his body defined, flexing with his every movement. And he’s not saying a fucking word. That’s how you know it’s a good blow job. If the guys talking and saying things like, “Suck it, baby,” or worse, “Fuck my cock, you dirty bitch,” you’re either not doing it right, or he’s a tool and you should run.

Where was a girl like me when I was dating all the other wrenches in the toolbox? I could have used advice like this.

Back to Caleb and the mouth fucking.

I choke. Many times. And not like oh, gag a little. I think I might have actually thrown up. Dude’s relentless.

I can’t even imagine what I look like because my eyes are watering so bad it’s like the time I opened my eyes underwater in a hot tub and then couldn’t see for three days.

And then there’s the spit. It’s drooling down my chin like I’m teething and while I don’t find any of this sexy, Caleb must because he keeps forcing my head down on his cock.

There are a few times when he tries to slow down, but then he can’t and comes back with more intensity.

His hips begin to thrust faster, and he stiffens his entire body, his cock twitching in my mouth but then suddenly pulls away.

Did I do something wrong?

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