Page 52 of Property of Grifter
Izzy shakes her head.“Caleb, I told you it’s over.I can’t afford to screw up school.I have a plan for the future.It doesn’t involve a biker who thinks with his dick—which is really the only reason you want me around anyway.”
“I told you I’d work around your schooling,” he cuts in, stepping closer.“We’ll make it work, and I love the way you suck my dick, touch my dick and take my dick, Izzy.That’s not the only reason, I want you though.”
“Oh, yeah?Name one thing other than your dick that draws you to me.”
“Your beauty,” he says at once and now I want to bang him over the head.
“Beauty is fleeting, Caleb.That’s a shit reason to want a woman in your bed.”
“Izzy, I’m just asking you to give us a chance.”
She exhales.“You live almost five hours away.My life’s here, Caleb.Yours isn’t.Add that to the fact that you’re only here because I’m probably the first woman ever to turn you down and walk away, we’re a disaster waiting to happen.”
There’s a silence so heavy between them that it crushes my chest.Then he says, quiet and low, “Fine, then at least give me tonight before you kick me to the curb.”
She looks torn.“Caleb…”
“One night,” he says.“To say goodbye.”
“Caleb—”
“You can’t push me away without giving me one last chance to experience how good your sweet mouth sucks my cock, baby.That’s too cruel.”
“God you’re an idiot,” she huffs, and sadly I have to agree—and I really like C.She hesitates another minute, then rolls her eyes.“Fine.”
What I see next makes my blood run cold.
“I’ll just get the wine I brought earlier,” he murmurs, going to her mini fridge.He takes out the bottle of wine and then sifts around the small cabinet over the tiny sink and finds a red solo cup.He pours a glass of wine and brings it over to her.Handing her the cup, he keeps the bottle in his hand.
“You’re not going to drink?”she asks.
“I’m going to drink it off you.Now, strip naked and get on your knees in front of the bed.I want to be able to play with your tits while you suck my cock.”
“Always the romantic,” she huffs.
“It’s a gift,” he jokes, but his laugh sounds hollow.
He walks over to her bed, puts the bottle down on the mattress and undoes his pants.She looks up at him confused, while she pulls her shirt off, then tosses her bra on the floor too.I avert my gaze.I do not want to see that.
“You’re not even going to take your pants off?”she huffs.
“You like it when I fuck you against the wall.Didn’t you tell me it excited you to feel my jeans pressing against your skin.”
“I was mostly talking about how you couldn’t wait to have me—not that you were too damn lazy to take your pants off,” she grumbles.
“Well, I’m not going to waste time taking my pants off when you are only giving me this one time to remember you by.Now be a good little slut and open that pretty mouth for me,” he responds.
“FYI, asshole.That kind of talk is only hot when you have me close to coming.Not when you order me around just to get what you want.”
“Suck me, Izzy.I’m in a bitchy mood because you want rid of me.Bring me to heaven and I’ll show you just how much I need and want you baby girl,” C orders.
“Damn it, Caleb.It’s not that I want to get rid of you.We just don’t have a future.I should have never started up with you.I knew better, but I couldn’t resist.Besides, you’re the one that told me you didn’t do serious, remember?”
“I didn’t until you,” he confesses and my heart hurts, because I can tell he’s being honest.Sadly, I can also see why Izzy doesn’t believe him.
“Stop, okay?This is hurting me, too, you know.It’s better we do it now, though—instead of waiting and letting whatever this is get deeper—or worse.”
“What could be worse?”he huffs.
