Page 67 of Make Your Shot
I can’t look away from him. Electrical currents roll through my body in waves, every nerve ending lighting on fire beneath his touch.
He walks over to his nightstand, pausing before he slowly flicks on the light. “That’s better,” he murmurs, hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of his pants before he drags them down the length of his legs. Stepping out of them and his boxer briefs in one fluid movement, his cock hangs heavy between his legs “I want to be able to see you. I want to watch you while I make you come.”
He moves to the end of the bed, pushing my legs apart as he drags the tips of his fingers over my flesh. “But first, I want you to show me how you were touching yourself in the shower.”
My mouth instantly goes dry, my lips parting as a shallow breath slips from me. “I—" I pause, my throat bobbing as I swallow roughly. Heat creeps up my neck, spreading across my cheeks again.
“Don’t be ashamed, pup,” he murmurs, his eyes bouncing back to mine. “I fucking love that you were thinking about me as you played with yourself.” He lowers himself onto the bed, his hands inching closer to the apex of my thighs. “Did you touch yourself like this?” He questions me, sliding a finger along my wet pussy. He completely avoids my clit, a frustrated groan rumbling in my throat as he passes by it again. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he smirks, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Am I not doing it right?”
Excitement bubbles inside of me, mixing with the embarrassment. “Like this,” I tell him as I move my own hand between my legs. Caleb’s gaze flickers downward, his eyes transfixed as I begin to work my fingers over my clit.
“Fuck,” he moans, reaching down between his own legs as he starts to stroke himself. He wraps his large hand around his length, working his fist around his erection as he starts from the base and moves to the tip.
A moan falls from my lips as I slide a finger inside, pressing my thumb over my clit as I stare up at him, lost in the way he’s looking at me right now. Like the sky could be falling around us and he still wouldn’t be able to look away.
It’s like we’re playing a game right now to see who’sgoing to fold first. He strokes himself in long, drawn out movements, like he’s savoring every last second as I move my hand against my pussy, drawing my fingers in and out as I play with my clit.
“Don’t you dare come,” he growls. He releases his cock, folding first. His movements are rushed as he pushes my legs farther apart, his hand circling around my wrist as he pulls it from between my legs. He lifts my arm, pinning it to the bed beside my head. The tip of his cock presses against my center as he hovers above. “I want your pleasure. I want to be the one to drive you over the edge.”
“It’s yours, Caleb,” I breathe, lifting my hips as he slides in a fraction of an inch. “Take whatever you want, whatever you need.”
He lets out a low moan, lowering his hips as he pushes into me, filling me to the brim in one fluid movement. “I want it all,” he breathes, sinking deep into me before he begins to move, his cock thrusting in and out of me. He grabs my other hand, dragging them both above my head as he pins my wrists to the bed with one hand as the other trails down my torso, gripping my waist. “I want all ofyou.”
My heart jumps into my throat, the inner corners of my eyebrows softening as I stare up at him. His gaze penetrates mine, burning directly through me and into my soul. My lips part, the words hanging on my tongue, but he silences me as his mouth crashes into mine again.
His tongue fills my mouth and his fingers dig into my skin as he thrusts in and out of me, the sweetestpleasure rippling through my body. He takes everything I have to give, siphoning my soul as he continues to rock into me, filling me deep with every thrust until I’m a mix of moans, coming apart at the seams beneath him. My eyelids flutter shut as I feel my orgasm approaching.
His fingers tighten around my wrist, his mouth breaking apart from mine as he continues to shift his hips, stroking my insides with the length of his cock. “Look at me, Mia,” he breathes as I open my eyes, meeting his fiery gaze. He moans, the sound low and guttural as I begin to clench around him. My orgasm slams into me, pushing me over the edge as ecstasy floods my body. “That’s it,” he groans. “Come for me,” he pants, thrusting into me. “Come with me.”
His eyes never leave mine as he loses himself deep inside of me. I’m lost in the moment, lost in him as we ride out the waves of euphoria together, falling into the abyss. His mouth drops down to mine, kissing me again as his hips begin to slow, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure either of us have, until we’re both panting, breathless and fully satiated.
He slowly pulls out and rolls off me in one swift movement before he slides his arms beneath my legs and behind my back. He lifts me into the air effortlessly as he tucks my body against his, carrying me across his bedroom and into the bathroom.
Caleb is careful as he lowers me onto my feet, walking over to the tub in the corner of the room as he turns on the water. I watch him carefully, my legs like jello as I’m still riding the high of him. He walks over tome, wrapping his arms around my body as he pulls me flush against him.
I press my face against his chest, reveling in his warmth and the familiar scent of him as I link my own arms around him. I’m hopelessly addicted to him.
He’s silent as he holds me with only water rushing into the bathtub echoing in the room. We stay like this, wrapped up in one another until he’s pulling me over to the corner of the room with him. He shuts off the faucet, stepping into the hot water as he leads me in with him.
He turns me around, positioning me with my back to his chest as he lowers both of us beneath the surface. His legs part and I settle between them, his arms sweeping around the front of my body to hold me against his.
His breath is soft and warm and he brushes my hair to the side and buries his face in my neck. His lips brush against my skin, his mouth moving closer to my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine.
“I don’t know what we’re doing, pup, but I don’t think I can stop whatever this is.”
My heart skips a beat. “So don’t.”
“I don’t think I could even if I tried,” he whispers as his arms tighten around me, his hand lifting to turn my head to look at him. I shift in front of him, turning in his arms until I’m sliding up the length of his body, mouths melting into one another again.
We stay exactly like this, wrapped up in one another until the water grows cold. He lifts me out, dries us both and carries me back to his bed where we spend thegreater part of the night losing ourselves in one another. And only after he’s fallen asleep with his head on my chest, arms wrapped around me like he’s afraid I’ll slip away in the night, do I let my mind drift back into the thoughts that creep in the dark corners of my brain.
I’m falling for him and it hurts knowing whatever this is will never last. Not when he’s so closed off to the thought of letting someone else in. Not when he’s too afraid to let himself feel such intense emotions.
I know one day this will end and I’m going to hold onto it—onto him—for as long as I possibly can.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CALEB
