Page 58 of Make Your Shot
I open the door to step into the room, but I almost collide with him. With a smirk on his handsome face, he winks and heads into the bathroom without a single word. I walk back over to his bed, climb into it, and settle in the center of his mattress once more. As soon as I get cozy, the toilet flushes, followed by the sink running.
He spends another minute or two in there before he steps back through the doorway, pulling his shirt up over his head. My mouth is instantly dry as my gaze travels over the muscles I’ve been recently acquainting myself with. “Got some toothpaste on my shirt,” he mumbles as he discards it on the floor. His eyes flash back to mine as I lie on my side in the center of his bed. The heat in his gaze smolders as he prowls across the room. “Goddamn,” he breathes, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard.
“Come here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he groans, climbing back onto the bed. Instead of sliding in beside me, he climbs directly over me, hovering above me as his eyes search mine.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, dragging the top row over my flesh. “I thought you wanted to go back to sleep?”
He presses his knee between mine and they part for him with little resistance from me. Lowering himselfbetween my thighs, he plants his forearms on the bed by the sides of my head to cage me in. “I changed my mind,” he breathes against my lips, nipping at them. His fingers trail along the top hem of my dress, his gaze following. “I love you in this dress, but—fuck—I want to see it off you instead.”
My heart skips a beat before falling into a rapid, unsteady rhythm, knocking away at my ribcage. “Then take it off.”
Caleb inhales sharply, his eyes flashing to mine and burning with desire. “Mia...”
“Or don’t,” I breathe, lifting my hands to slide my fingertips along the sides of his naked torso. He shivers beneath my touch, and his lips part as a ragged breath slips out. “The choice is yours.”
Time is momentarily suspended, his eyes locked on mine. I can practically see the thoughts warring in his head. “Fuck,” he groans. The muscles in his arms flex as he slips a hand beneath my back and pulls me to sit up with him. His gaze is transfixed on mine as he slides the zipper down my spine. With a gentle touch, he grazes my shoulders as he slides the straps off, his fingers following them halfway down my arms before sliding back up to trace the top hem over the swell of my breasts. My chest heaves as he peels the dress away from my body. My nipples turn to hardened buds when the cool air dances across them.
Caleb shifts to the side so he can drag the material down my legs before tossing it onto the floor. I’m left in nothing but my panties. “My God,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing along my legs as he inches closer. Hishands find my hips and he rolls himself onto his back, pulling me onto his lap. My knees fall on either side of his thighs, my hands planting on his chest. His hard cock presses against me through the three layers separating us.
His hands are warm against my flesh as he begins to slowly slide them up my thighs. The cords in his throat move with each clench of his jaw. His eyes follow his hands as they touch every inch of my abdomen until his fingertips are grazing the undersides of my breasts.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs as his hands cup each breast and he brushes his thumbs over my pebbled nipples. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Caleb,” I breathe, his name falling from my lips like a quiet plea. With a mind of their own, my hips shift, grinding against his erection as he takes my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, rolling them over the tender flesh. “Oh my God.”
“You like that, pup?” he murmurs, a low moan vibrating in his chest as I circle my hips, desperate for the friction of his cock rubbing against my clit. Warmth builds in the pit of my stomach, a dampness growing between my legs as he presses his hips up against me. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy.”
I rock my hips again, my hands sliding along his chest, trailing down his torso as I let my head fall backward, my clit throbbing harder, desperate for release. Caleb presses up against me, grinding his rock hard erection against me. “Please, don’t stop,” I moan. My eyelids flutter shut as the warmth spreads into a ferocious heat rippling through my body.
Straightening my head, I begin to move my hands over the muscles in his abdomen, my fingers splaying out across his chest as I memorize every inch of his skin. The low moan that Caleb makes as my hands slide over his throat and push my fingers through his hair, is the sexiest sound.
“I want you to come for me, Mia,” he groans, his hands abandoning my breasts as he slips them around my back, urging me closer.
He rolls his hips, his cock a delicious friction against my pussy as my face drops down to his. His hands drop down to my hips and his fingertips dig into my flesh. My fingers are tangled in his hair, my mouth crashing into his as the pressure becomes borderline unbearable. I’m a mess on him, our colliding tongues tangling.
He’s consuming me in the best way possible and I’m not sure I ever want to come back from this high.
Caleb devours my mouth while his cock grinds against me. It’s too much and sends me over the edge. I moan into his mouth, my orgasm hitting my body like a tidal wave. He kisses me deeper, swallowing my sounds as I come apart on top of him. I feel wrung out, shaking and quivering on top of him. His movements slow until his cock jerks against my sensitive center.
A deep, guttural moan escapes him before his body stills beneath me as I feel a wetness growing between my legs. And it’s not just from me. I slow our kiss and draw away from him. We’re both left panting, gasping for air.
I bury my face in his neck and breathe in his scent. His hands move away from my hips, sliding along myspine until they’re spread across my back to hold me tightly against his chest. “How are you feeling?”
“Amazing,” I breathe, my eyelids fluttering open as I pull back to look down at him. Heat creeps up my neck, spreading across my cheeks. “And a little embarrassed.”
“Why?”
“Because I just came from rubbing against you.”
A chuckle rumbles in his chest. “You’re not the only one who came.” He drags his fingertips along my spine. “And I’m not embarrassed about it.”
My lips part to say more, but there’s a knock on his bedroom door. My eyes widen as I stare down at him. Were we that loud? He cocks an eyebrow, a smirk lifting the corners of his lips.
“Mia?” Willow says from the hall. “I know you’re in there.”
“Shit,” I murmur, peeling myself away from him to climb off the bed.
