Page 67 of Even If the Sky is Falling
I still can’t believe just how hard the two of us went at these past few hours. Caleb had a total of three condoms in his wallet, and we wasted no time using all of them. But even after we ran out, we didn’t stop, using our mouths on each other until we were both sweaty and panting and shaking all over, completely wrung out from the pleasure we had given each other.
I glance around the room as flashbacks from earlier rotate through my mind. The arm of the couch he bent me over. The wall he pinned me to. He took the reins with confidence the entire time, but always made sure to check in and see if I was okay with it all. And I was. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.
He chuckles while peeling a clementine. “I do a bit of everything, but really, my job is what keeps me in shape. It’s pretty physical with all the lifting and hauling I have to do day after day. But I try to run and lift weights on my days off. And I play basketball with my friends a few times a month too.”
“Wow. You’re an Olympic athlete compared to me. If I make it to the gym twice a week, I count that as a win.”
I skim a hand over the ample curve of my thigh, feeling the slightest bit self-conscious about my body even though I know I shouldn’t.
Caleb’s massive hand lands gently over mine. “Hey. You look incredible. Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.”
And with those words, that tiny moment of insecurity is stamped out instantly.
He captures my mouth in a kiss, turning the flutter in my heart to a full-on flip. This guy. God, he’s amazing.
The intensity of our kiss picks up. Grabbing me by the hips, he hoists me onto his lap and runs his hands all over me. Heat and goose bumps flash across my skin at once. He gives a slight thrust with his hips, and I giggle as my knee knocks into the paper plate that’s sitting next to us.
“Mmm, what about breakfast?” I mumble between kisses.
When he leans back slightly to look at me, there’s a flash in his eyes. “Oh I still want breakfast.”
In one smooth move, he lays me on my back and positions himself so his face is between my legs.
I start to chuckle as he wags his eyebrows at me. But the moment his tongue laps at my clit, my head falls back and I groan. Just like our first time together, he starts slow, like he’s taking his sweet time, savoring each second that he’s making out with the most sensitive area on my body. It’s enough to have me convulsing after barely a minute of his mouth on me.
Heat and pressure collide in my core. My legs start to quiver so hard around his head that he wraps both arms against my thighs.
I can barely think, barely speak, barely breathe.
“Caleb...please...”
They’re the only words I manage for a solid couple of minutes. The pleasure is too intense, too strong.
Soon it consumes me, and I break. Climax hits like a wave, pulling me under so quickly that I barely have time to react.
I shout so hard, so loud, my ears rattle and my throat goes raw. My thighs are a vise around Caleb’s poor head. But I can’t help it. He’s just so good—with his mouth, his cock, his hands, his words, everything. Everything about this guy gets me hotter than I ever thought I could get.
When I start to come down, my body loosens. Slowly, Caleb straightens up, not once breaking eye contact with me. When he winks and runs his tongue along that gloriously plump bottom lip of his, I swear I could come all over again.
“Yum,” he growls.
I let out a breath and laugh at the same time. “God, you are something else.”
“As long as you let me keep doing that to you, I’ll be whatever you want.”
I reach up to pull him down next to me. Three sirens blast outside at the same time that Caleb’s phone sounds with an alert, jolting us both. He twists around and grabs his phone from the arm of the couch. His brow shoots up as soon as he studies his screen.
“Huh.”
I lean up. “What’s the matter?”
“Looks like it’s safe to go back out again. No need to shelter anymore.” Caleb’s eyes cut to me. “We’re free to go.”
“Oh. Great. That’s really great...” I guess that means our little interlude is over.
I bite my tongue to keep from asking him where we go from here. I don’t want this to be the end. I like Caleb a lot. And I don’t want this to be the last time we see each other.
I open my mouth to speak, but quickly stop myself. We’ve known each other for a total of twelve hours and I already want to have a “so what are we/where is this going?” chat. That’ll probably send Caleb running for the hills.
