Page 40 of Untouchable
He’d worked late, so she’d had dinner and gone to bed on her own, relieved that she wouldn’t have to have sex with him this evening. But twenty minutes ago, he’d knocked on her bedroom door, still dressed for the office. She hadn’t been asleep yet, and she couldn’t lose the one true advantage she had in this scheme. So she’d invited him into her bed, kissing down his body and undressing him only enough to get her mouth on his cock, hoping that would expedite matters.
It had. After only a few minutes of sucking, he’d eased her mouth off him so he could turn her over on her hands and knees.
He wasn’t going to last long.
“Yeah, yeah, gonna come!” Her hands fisted in the sheet as she squirmed her hips desperately against Caleb’s fast thrusts.
For a ruthless asshole and a womanizer, he was surprisingly concerned about her always coming before he did, so she had to fake it to bring their sex sessions to an end.
Deciding it had been long enough, she turned her head to bury her face in the pillow. Muffling a loud cry, she shook her body and clamped down hard with her pussy around his cock.
She extended it only as long as it was believable. Then, panting wetly against the pillow, she turned her head back to the side and let her body relax. She was still supported on her folded knees, her bottom in the air and her chest and shoulders against the mattress. Caleb held fistfuls of her ass, and his cock was still deep inside her clinging channel. But he wasn’t thrusting at the moment.
“That sounded like a good one,” he said, his voice hoarse but controlled. With one hand, he released her and reached down to stroke her damp hair away from her face.
“It was. Amazing. I wasn’t too loud, was I?”
“No. Just loud enough.”
She snorted. “Why do I suspect you’re getting a caveman thrill out of the doggie-style?”
Caleb chuckled briefly, his palm stroking down the length of her spine. “Why do I suspect you are too?”
“Not me. This position was your idea.”
With another soft laugh, Caleb started to rock his hips against her bottom, moving his cock very slightly. Then he reached around her body and stroked her open, his fingers pressing into her clit.
He rubbed with firm pressure as his hips established a new rhythm.
“Oh God!” she cried sharply, genuinely surprised when her body responded to the stimulation.
“Yes,” Caleb hissed, rhythmically pleasuring her with his hand and his cock. “Good, baby.”
She couldn’t let this continue too long. Hopefully he’d get a macho thrill from her second orgasm coming really fast. She started to hide her face in the pillow to fake another one.
“No,” he rasped, “Let me see.”
She didn’t argue, but she resented the demand. It made the pretense harder than it should have been. Calling on every acting skill she possessed, she bit her lip and tensed up her face.
“Fuck, you’re really close. You can do it, baby. Come for me again.”
She sobbed and shook herself through another simulated orgasm, not having to fake the urgency because she needed so much for this to end before her body responded even more.
“That’s right,” Caleb rasped, his tempo and force picking up as he grabbed her ass with both hands again. “That was so good. You always come so good for me.”
The irony would almost have made her laugh had the growing pressure in her pussy not been upsetting her so much.
Then finally—at last—he was falling out of rhythm with a loud, unrestrained burst of sound. He worked through his own climax with a series of pushes and moans until he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her.
He reached over to put a hand on her belly as they panted in the silence of the dark room.
An unexpected gesture. Almost like he was unconsciously seeking to connect with her.
She didn’t want to connect. She didn’t want to feel the weight of his hand on her stomach.
She didn’t want any of this, but it was the only this whole plan would work.
A couple of days later, in the middle of the night, Kelly’s phone buzzed with a text.
