Page 117 of Untouchable
But as the repeated motion leveled off Caleb’s sensations momentarily, he started experiencing those nagging questions again. What did that stressed look in Kelly’s eyes mean? And why was she still not wet around the stroking of his cock inside her? And were those grunts of pleasure or merely an involuntary response to the momentum of his pounding into her?
“Kelly?” Caleb gritted out. “Good?”
“Yeah,” she cried on his next stroke in. “Fuck, yeah.” She raised herself up a little until she was bracing herself with her hands on the car door in front of her. Then she turned her head to look at him, something wild and frantic in her eyes. “It’s good.”
Caleb released his held breath at her assurance and leaned over her, bracing one of his hands next to hers against the door of the car. He kept thrusting, now pushing her whole pelvis forward on each thrust. “You like it like this?” he rasped, his momentum flaring up again as he felt her body moving with the power of his.
“Yeah,” Kelly gasped, turning her face forward again. “Fuck me from behind. Fuck me like an animal.”
Caleb was grunting now as he levered into her, his pelvis slapping against her ass on every thrust, his trousers pushed down to his knees.
Kelly’s verbal responses were getting louder and more urgent, and Caleb waited for her body to start shaking the way it did just before she came. It didn’t, however. It didn’t tense up at all.
That heavy doubt sprang up again as he started to vaguely wonder if Kelly was as into this as he was.
But then she cried out, “God, Caleb. Harder, harder. I want it harder.”
He growled, forgot everything else in the red-hot rush of primal need. He pounded into her as she’d urged, letting primitive instinct turn him into a rutting animal. His cock was ramming into her roughly now, shoving her body forward with rhythmic force while her frantic cries kept urging him on.
He felt strong, powerful, invulnerable. Threatened by nothing, not past sins, not secrets, not Kelly, not his own feelings.
Until he couldn’t stop the mounting sensations. Let the wild rush of it push him over the edge.
Kelly was crying out hoarsely—it sounded like pleasure—when Caleb felt himself coming in a hard, fast, blinding release.
His pelvis thrashed clumsily against her hips as the spasms ripped through him, and then he felt the pulsing spurts of his release.
He was gasping and sweating beneath his tux when he felt himself come down.
Kelly was gasping too, still not looking at him, and her breaths sounded harsh and painful.
And instead of the familiar relaxation that usually overtook him after a physical release, he felt vaguely sick and dizzy. Not from the motion of the car.
He pulled his cock out. As soon as he’d pulled back, Kelly kind of collapsed onto the seat. But then she immediately moved to a sitting position, curling her body in on itself.
He couldn’t seem to bring himself to look at her face, afraid of what he might see there.
His chest constricting, Caleb straightened up.
He had a sick, heavy feeling in his gut, although he hadn’t yet explicitly worked out what was causing it. Just a minute ago he’d been glorying in some kind of primal power over his world.
Now he couldn’t even remember what it had felt like.
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Caleb moved backto sit beside a motionless Kelly, heard her panting, really looked at her for the first time.
He saw that she had gone sheet white, all color washed out of her face. She was breathing erratically, as if she was close to panic, and holding her stomach.
And Caleb felt a surge of adrenaline, his innate response to any crisis.
He knew the signs well enough. Kelly was going to either vomit or pass out.
“Kelly?” he asked roughly, his voice cutting through the stunned, heavy silence that had followed their fucking.
She was gasping almost frantically, and she’d broken out in a sweat. Then her hand went out to fumble at the switches on the door. “Window.”
He found the release and lowered the window on her side of the car, letting in a gust from outside. Kelly scooted toward the open window, sucking in deep breaths and leaning her face as far toward the night air as she could.
