Page 63 of Caleb's Salvation
“You like knowing you’re going to have to learn to blow me really well because if you don’t, you’ll feel it again, don’t you?”
Helplessly, I nodded.
“Not today. Today, I’m going to fuck you hard on this desk, because that’s what you came here for. You’re going to take my cock deep and I’ll decide whether or not you get off. That’s your punishment today for being so fucking bold. For coming all the way out here and demanding that I fuck you.”
I wanted to object. I wanted to refute everything that he was saying. I hadn’t demanded anything. I was here for him. To comfort him and soothe him and maybe heal him. But I couldn’t escape how his words made me feel. Like I’d pushed him too hard, wanted too much and because I’d angered him, he would only give me what he deigned to give me.
Why was I so freaking turned on by that?
He dropped his hands to his jeans, undid them and pulled his cock out. I wanted to touch it but didn’t know if I could brace myself with just one hand. I made a feeble effort to try and he swatted it away.
Sheathing the condom I’d given him, he pulled my thighs forward a little until I was at the very edge of the desk. Then spread them until the pressure was nearly painful. I watched as he fed his penis into me. Watched and felt as he pushed inside by slow degrees. I was still tight, and he was still big, but I was so wet I had no problem taking him deep.
There was no waiting this time. He just started to roll his hips in this steady rhythm that I could feel throughout my body. Like I was made to take him inside me, and he was made to push deep. Leaning forward, he put his hands next to mine, the buttons on his flannel shirt still scraping along my skin. I shimmied my shoulders so that sometimes a button would flick against my nipple in a delicious scrape.
“That’s it, Vivienne. You can try to reach for your pleasure. I’m not going to promise anything, but I never said you couldn’t try.”
He sounded like some dark, evil villain who was currently spearing the helpless virginal victim against his desk and it was SO. FUCKING. HOT.
“Caleb,” I panted, snapping my hips toward his. Meeting his heavier thrusts. I was going to come, and I wasn’t sure if that was going to get me in some kind of trouble, but I really hoped it did.
“Are you coming?” he growled.
I whimpered, wondering if I had any control over this.
“Are you coming?” he barked.
“Yes!” And then it happened. That all-over body explosion of mind-numbing pleasure that I hadn’t known existed on this planet until Caleb.
His thrusts stopped then, and he dipped his head, his lips sucking on my ear until he said softly, “You bad little girl.”
Again, I felt this all-over body tremble.
“Arms around my neck, legs around my waist and hold on!”
There was no way I had the strength to hold on to anything, but he wasn’t giving me a choice. With his crazy strength, he lifted me until he was holding me, then he spun me around and pinned me to the shelves behind his desk, so he could fuck me without having to bend over. I could feel my back scraping along the painted shelves. Could feel his cock thrusting fast and heavy. I squeezed my thighs around his waist and held on for dear life while he fucked me out of my mind, my skin, my body.
The shelves shook, I could hear things falling, crashing, but nothing mattered except his cock inside me.
“Fuck, fuck!” he shouted. “I’m going to come so hard inside you I swear to fuck you’re going to feel it condom or not!”
I might have believed him except now I was scratching at the flannel material covering his back, as I arched my head back and came for a second time. He pounded into me once more, then two more times so deep, so fully, he was right. It was almost like I could feel him coming.
When it was over, we were both breathing harshly, but he didn’t put me down. Instead, he swung me around and set me on the desk. Gently he slid from me, then discarded the condom in the trash can under his desk.
He was bracing himself against the desk. Hadn’t even bothered to tuck his dick back in his pants. I reached for him and took a firm hold. I knew he was sensitive, but this time he didn’t swat my hand away.
“Just don’t stroke it,” he said.
“Hmm,” I agreed, tilting my head toward him so he would kiss me. It was sweet and intimate and when he straightened, I was about to hop off the desk. Then I stopped. Looking at the floor, I could see shards of glass.
A book had toppled over. And what looked to be a picture frame was upside down.
“Caleb, I think we got a little carried away,” I said, smiling. “We actually broke things.”
His eyes followed to where I was pointing then I heard a noise, part gasp, part scream. Bending, he carefully picked up the now shattered glass frame. I looked over his shoulder and it was my turn to gasp.
I didn’t need to ask who the two in the photo with him were.
