Page 88 of Untouchable
“It’s okay, Blossom. I’ve got you.”
At this words, her muscles began to clench ruthlessly around the pumping of his cock. Her body spasmed helplessly beneath him as she tried to ride out the waves of radiating pleasure.
Caleb was still trying to push inside her, but mostly he was trapped, by her contracting muscles or by the power of his own climax. His face contorted as he reached the limit of his control, but his eyes never left hers—not even when he grunted out a final, rough, “Kelly, Blossom” as he came.
She started crying for real.
His weight rested on her afterward for a minute, his face buried in her hair, just above her shoulder.
Kelly accepted his hot weight. She tried to unwind her legs and wiggle some circulation back into her toes. She tried to stop crying.
But she couldn’t. Not really. She kept hearing Caleb murmuring to her, against her neck, “Oh fuck. I want everything from you too. You don’t have to hold anything back from me anymore.”
He was expecting her to calm down and be happy, but there was no way that was possible.
Her plan had worked. Caleb was vulnerable. Completely at her mercy.
He was hated. And not hated.
And her father was still dead.
She might have surrendered far too many parts of herself to Caleb, but her surrender would never lead to light.
“Kelly?” he prompted after a couple of minutes, when she was still shaking in his arms.
There was no explanation she could give him. Nothing that would even come close to answering his unspoken question.
No lie she could tell him.
She had to get away. Right now. Before she broke down even more—shattered everything—even more than she already had. Before she blurted out the final truth.
She couldn’t stay here and be held by Caleb. Couldn’t stay here with him at all. She couldn’t stay and be who she’d been in his arms.
But she couldn’t get away without an explanation. “It was… so good,” she gasped, praying that he’d find it convincing. “Sorry about all the crying. It was overwhelming. After all the angst and having to admit that and everything—the release—just did me in.”
He didn’t speak for a long time, and she had no idea if he believed her.
Finally he said dryly, “If you keep crying every time I have sex with you, I’ll eventually start to wonder about my performance.”
The humor was so unexpected that Kelly choked on a real burst of amusement. But then she just choked. And panicked. It hit her so hard and so quickly that she felt the room spinning around her.
“I need to leave,” she said, pulling away from him, sitting up, gasping for air.
Caleb’s face twisted as he dropped his arms to his sides. “What?”
Trying to cling to the remaining control she had, Kelly got up and moved over toward her overnight bag that was tucked in the corner of the room. She started throwing some clothes in it, then realized she was naked.
She limped over to where her bra and shirt were tossed on the floor.
“I’m… It’s too much. I need some space.”
For once, the words weren’t even lies.
“So you’re leaving? After what just happened?” Caleb demanded. He was angry again, which should have been a good sign. But underneath the anger was an undeniable current of hurt. “After what we just said? You’re leaving me?”
Kelly redressed herself and tried to find the rest of her stuff to throw into her overnight bag. “I’m sorry, but it’s just too much. Maybe we can sort it out later.”
She kept her head hidden from him because, if she looked him in the eye, she would lose it completely.
