Page 68 of Goodbye Paradise
“F…fuck me,” I groaned.
“Like this?” He snapped his hips forward.
“Ahh!”Yes. It was perfect. I braced my arms against the counter and bore down on him. It was so naughty, and so good, too. I loved it.
Before long I was moaning and begging. “Please,” I whispered. I wanted to come so bad. I dropped one hand to my own dick.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” Caleb asked.
I took the hand away. “Please?” I begged. But I loved it when he was bossy. He liked to draw things out, but it was always worth it in the end.
“I know what you need,” Caleb panted. “And I’m going to give it to you.” He slowed down his pace, his hips rolling forward. He hit my prostate even more squarely, and each stroke was like heaven.
“Aaahhh,” I moaned.
“Yeah, okay,” he agreed. “Let’s go.” His arms tightened around me. Then he took my dick in his hand. “Come for me, baby.”
His hips began to piston, and I heard his breathing hitch. I was glad to have both hands on the counter, because my legs were shaking. As soon as Caleb moaned, I came, spurting all over the cabinet in front of me.
Good thing I’d painted that with polyurethane last week.
“Baby,” Caleb gasped. “Yessss…”
Afterward, we had to stand there for a few minutes to catch our breath.
“The kitchen counter?” I chuckled eventually. “That was hot.”
He wrapped two arms around my chest and squeezed. I received another kiss on my neck. “It was. I’ll be thinking about it all week. That’s where my mind is gonna go every time I’m aligning somebody’s tires.”
I laughed. “Hope none of the guys you work with are mind-readers.”
“Eh.” Caleb shrugged against my back. “It’s not like I feel like sharing. But I don’t think they give a damn who I’m fucking. I assume that a couple of them have figured me out, anyway.”
“Really?” I stood up then, forcing Caleb to take a step back.
“Really,” he said, leaning down to fish my T-shirt off the floor. “I mean, they talk about pussy all daylong. And I don’t. It’s just obvious that I’m not interested. It’s not like I’m going to try and fake it.”
“Wouldn’t they just assume it’s a religion thing?” I let Caleb drop the shirt over my head. I stuck my arms through the holes, and let him smooth the fabric down my ribcage. I loved the way he always tried to take care of me after sex. I don’t even know if he realized that he did it.
“Well, it’s just that I don’tsoundreligious. I curse at least as much as they do.”
This was true. Caleb had a potty mouth, and took the Lord’s name in vain at every opportunity, which was just his way of sticking it to the Compound from afar. “Are you worried?” I asked.
“Nope,” he said, handing me my boxers. Then he picked up a rag and began wiping off the poor cabinet door. “I don’t get a bad vibe off these guys. I show up on time and do the work. And I’m easy to get along with. That’s all they care about. If tomorrow I made a reference to watching some movie with my boyfriend, or whatever, I don’t think they’d even stop chewing their gum.”
Boyfriend. I liked hearing that word. I pulled my sweats on, trying not to smile. I needed a shower, because it was probably time to go back to the house for dinner.
But Caleb put his hands on my ribcage and backed me against the counter. “Can’t wait to get a bed in here,” he said, massaging my chest. “Kitchen sex is hot. But it’s harder to get into that mouth of yours.”
He reached up to palm my chin, and I just melted into him. Our lips came together in a sweet slide. This was all I wanted in my life, right here. In a month, maybe, we’d be standing here waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. There would be all the time in the world for slow, gratuitous kisses.
Caleb must have been feeling the same kind of romantic optimism, because he kept up the slow, sensual kisses. I let myself get lost in them. His tongue swept into my mouth, and he made a low noise of approval.
How far we’d come. A year ago, I’d never kissed anyone. Now I had my heart’s desire, and a place to call our own. I took his head in both my hands and deepened the kiss. The world quieted down when I was in Caleb’s arms. I sifted my fingers through his hair and sighed.
Big hands palmed my back. His tongue saidI love you. And mine agreed.
“You’ll never guess who just called!” someone hollered, crashing into the apartment from the stairs.
