Page 64 of Untethered Heart
When I open my eyes, meeting the sage green of his, I lose the fight as well. Having him as a friend for the last few weeks has been every kind of wonderful, but I can’t deny that my heart calls for more. No matter the risks.
I grab his tie and yank him down, bringing his mouth to mine.
The hand that was gentle on my cheek moves around my neck and holds me firmly in place while his lips devour mine. Our tongues crash and our bodies collide. I keep one hand fisted on his tie while the other finds the back of his neck, tangling in the short strands that sit there. My fingers graze the back of his head, earning a groan of surrender from Caleb that I feel all the way down to my toes.
He bends down and with his free hand, he scoops under my arse and hoists me up against him.
I’ve never felt confident in my sexuality. I haven’t felt shy, but at the same time, I never felt like I knew what I was doing or brave enough to take charge.
With Caleb, my body is driven by instinct. It leans into a sense of certainty. I can let go and take what I need or give in and be led by Caleb. Because the moments in between, where I could get stuck in my head, there he is, leading the way with the demands of his body. A perfect balance, like the ebb and flow of the tides; one takes, and one gives. Without trying, our bodies know how to move with each other.
I let go of his tie so I can have both hands behind his head, holding him in place. My fingers claw at him, desperate to feel him against me, so close that no line can exist. No line to separate the emotions of my heart from the realities nagging in my head.
Right now, I just want to forget. Forget that I shouldn’t want this man as fiercely as I do.
“I can’t get enough of you, Lex,” Caleb whispers against my lips in between his hungry kisses.
“I hated when you left earlier,” I say, the confession making his fingers tighten where they lay against the back of my neck and thighs. “I’m trying to be smart, but you make my head feel so confused.”
He stops kissing me and rests his forehead against mine.
“I feel the same way.”
“Really?” My heartbeat thunders in my ears, and I pull back to look into his eyes.
“I’ve never had this before, Lex. This desire for someone. I need you like I need air.” He shakes his head. “Not just your body. I need your words, your attention. I needyou.”
Tears gather in my eyes as my emotions overwhelm me. I just want to do what’s right for my family, but I’ve never met someonelike Caleb, who constantly fights against my doubts and shatters expectations, only to build them up with action.
Fuck it.
I slip my fingers into his belt and pull.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
Making quick work before the noise in my head gets too loud, I undo his belt, button and zipper, then palm his length through his briefs.
“Lex.” I meet his eyes for just a moment before I sink my knees into the sand and pull his hard dick free.
My hand moves in a slow tease up and down his cock. He groans and puts his hand on my head, running his palm down the length of my ponytail before I feel him winding it around his fist and pulling, making my eyes meet his.
Desire is written all over his face. His mouth parts in awe, and his eyes appear glazed, as if he’s caught in a daydream.
Holding his stare, I lean forward and stick out my tongue. I lick from root to tip. It’s a move so brazen, one I’ve never done before. I’ve given head, but it was always to lead to sex; it wasn’t for my own pleasure. But kneeling before Caleb, feeling how he shivers from my touch and moans in ecstasy, is empowering.
This man, who could have anyone, is, for some reason, captivated by me. When I run my tongue over him again and watch him come undone, I’m willing to believe it.
I stretch my spine and cover him completely with my mouth. Moving up and down, in tandem with my hand, I take him to the back of my throat as best I can.
My free hand lands on his thigh, and the quivering of his muscles through the fabric gives me the encouragement I need to keep going.
“Fuck, Lex.” He groans, and it makes my pussy start to throb with my own desire.
My thighs clench, unable to control the need for release.
His cock is warm and rock solid. I sink down onto him, hollowing my cheeks, and a moan escapes me. Caleb’s hips jerk in response, sending him further back into my mouth, making me gag.
“Sorry,” he breathes and tries to retreat, but my hands move to grab his arse firmly and bring him back to me.
