Page 60 of Make Your Shot
“Yeah?” I breathe out as he flattens his hand along my collarbone.
“Yeah, pup,” he says quietly, his right hand lifting to stroke the side of my face. “I love you just the way you are.” His jaw clenches immediately after the sentence slips from his lips.
My eyes widen as the words hang heavily in the air around us. He meant it in the same way he said he likes me with or without tattoos. He doesn’tlove melove me. “How was your night?”
“It was good,” he says, his fingers toying with the strap of my bikini top. “Better now that I’m here with you.” He pauses for a moment, goose bumps eruptingacross my skin as his fingers drift lower. “I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to get you off my mind.”
A soft laugh sounds from my chest. “That sounds slightly problematic.”
“It is,” he murmurs. His hands find my waist under the water and he lifts me to set me down on his lap. “I’m not sure what to do about it.”
“Maybe I’m just something you need to get out of your system,” I whisper, my arms circling around the back of his neck as my fingers slip through his hair. He’s the one who said he couldn’t give me anything more.
“Maybe,” he says, his voice hoarse and thick with lust. He slides his hands along my torso and over my shoulders until he’s pushing his hands through my hair to grip the back of my head. I don’t protest as he urges me forward until my lips graze his. “I think it might be worth trying, at the very least.”
“Yeah?” I breathe, the warmth and hardness of his arousal pressing against the apex of my thighs.
He chuckles, pressing up against me. “Yeah, pup,” he groans as his mouth captures mine. There’s nothing gentle or tender about the way he kisses me. It’s fueled by a deep seated need. Lust and desire, passion and pleasure. Warmth floods me as his tongue pushes past my lips, tangling with mine in a frenzy.
His lips are bruising, his tongue a tease as he draws the air from my lungs. My toes curl, my fingers gripping his hair as he kisses me deeper, like he’s trying to fit himself inside me in any way he possibly can. Heconsumes me and I surrender to the desire driving my own actions.
“I need you out of this hot tub,” he moans against my mouth as his fingers trail over my nipples hidden beneath the thin material of my bikini. “And out of this bathing suit.”
I’m powerless against him. I wrap myself around his body as he lifts me out and carries me onto the patio. The air is cold on my wet skin, but I pay no attention to it as he pauses to kiss me deeply again. He gently lowers me to the ground, hastily grabbing a towel from the table before wrapping it around my shoulders.
“Come with me,” he whispers, his fingers threading through mine before he pulls me behind him. He leads me to the back door, stepping out of the way as he pulls it open and lets me step inside. I walk in first, but as the door clicks shut behind us, his hand snakes out, wrapping around my wrist to stop me and pull me back to him.
My body crashes into his and he drops my hand so he can push the towel away from my shoulders with both of his hands. His fingers dance across my skin as the towel pools around my feet. One hand wraps around my hip as the other slides around the back of my head.
I lift my chin, my eyes drifting between his eyes and down to his mouth. With my arms wrapped around the back of his neck, I pull his face down to mine. Our mouths crash into each other like a cosmic collision. I can’t catch my breath, our lips locked together as we suck and nibble each other in a constant battle forcontrol. His hips press forward, his cock pushing against my stomach, rock hard and ready.
My hands abandon his neck and slowly descend down his body, taking note of every hard ridge and soft valley of his chest and abdomen. He shivers beneath my touch, a low moan rumbling deep inside his throat.
He’s panting, his mouth hovering just over mine as my fingers plunge beneath the waistband of his swim shorts. “Mia,” he whimpers, the sound altering my goddamn brain chemistry. “Touch me, please.”
“Because you asked so nicely,” I murmur, smiling against his mouth before nipping at his bottom lip. Both hands slide down into his pants and I find the base of his cock, wrapping my right hand around it as my left shimmies his pants down a little farther.
He moans into my mouth again, his entire body quivering as I slowly start to stroke his length. As I reach the head, I roll my thumb over the tip, feeling the precum already there. “Goddamn, Mia,” he pants, withering beneath my touch. I slowly move my face away from his, my eyes searching his as I tug on his cock again.
“May I?” I ask him, my voice quiet as I begin to lower myself down onto my knees in front of him. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Holy fuck,” he growls, his hands moving to cup the sides of my face as I bring his cock closer to my lips. “You’re going to be the end of me.”
I stare up at him, my hand still moving along his length. “Tell me what you want me to do, Caleb.”
He lets out a breathy whimper, drawing his bottomlip between his teeth before releasing. “I want you to suck my cock.”
“Good boy,” I murmur, opening my mouth wide as I guide him inside. He lets out a low, guttural moan as I wrap my lips around him. He’s too big and my gag reflex is overreactive, so I’m only able to fit half of his cock inside my mouth while wrapping my hand around the rest.
He slides his hand around the back of my head, his fingers fisting in my hair as I start to move. “Fuck,” he growls, his head tipping backward, eyelids falling shut. I stare up at him, savoring the way his face contorts as I suck him. The way the cords in his throat tighten and flex. I pump my hand in tandem with my mouth, sucking him in and out, taking him as deep as I can, even though it makes me gag.
Tears spring to my eyes and saliva dribbles from the corners of my mouth as I keep moving, sucking him in and out. Caleb’s grip tightens on my hair and his hips shift, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth. I gag around him again, my lungs burning as it momentarily restricts my flow of oxygen, but I don’t falter.
“That’s it, pup,” he breathes, tipping his chin down as his eyes meet mine. “I’m gonna come.”
I hum around his cock, my own wetness pooling between my legs. Seeing him like this, so needy and desperate, is driving me insane. I love seeing him come apart at the seams and I love knowing that it’s my doing. He stares at me through hooded eyes, growing darker with lust as I fuck him with my mouth.
I need to feel him everywhere, filling me wholly.
