Page 125 of Wicked Games

Is it? Caring about people gets them taken away.Hetaught me that.

Caleb’s body is flush against mine, so I can feel just how much hecares. His lips travel down the side of my jaw, to my throat. I jump at the scrape of his teeth on my skin, the feeling sending sparks through me like runaway firecrackers.

“God,” I moan. “Fine. It is a big deal. I hate your uncle for hitting you. I wish you didn’t get hurt. I?—”

I almost just confessed my heart because he’s kissing my neck.

Grow up, Margo.

I grab his face and drag it to mine. I capture his lower lip in my teeth, nipping and releasing. He growls deep in the back of his throat, but he lets me have control. I walk him backward until his knees hit the side of the bed.

He lowers himself, and I straddle him, opening his lips and sliding my tongue into his mouth. His hips raise ever so slightly, his erection rubbing against my core.

“I need to feel you,” I whisper. “Is this going to hurt?”

“Fuck, no,” he says.

I yank off my leggings and climb back on him. He unbuckles his pants, then tugs them down far enough for his erection to spring free.

I scoot backward and bend forward. I take him in my mouth. My eyes close, and my fingers dig into his thighs, as I suck. His groan is an encouragement, and I swirl my tongue over the head of his cock. I take him deeper, sucking, and his thighs automatically tense. I open my jaw wider. Something inside me chants,more, more, more. He hits the back of my throat. I choke a little but keep going. My nostrils flare.

Deeper.

He hisses out a breath. I come back up, sucking and stroking him with my hand. His fingers wind in my hair, taking back an ounce of power.

“Fuck, Margo,” he grunts.

I keep going until he can’t control the movement of his hips.

He abruptly yanks me up onto his chest. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come, and where would that leave you?”

I barely have time to catch my breath while he situates me on his lap, then he drives up into me.

I put my hands on his chest and lean back. He completes me. And yeah, that’s some bullshit we could go over in therapy, but right now? I let my head fall back and Ifeelit. It’s like a soulmate thing, I think. I rise, thrilled at the sight of him between my legs, then slowly lower back onto him. I’m shakier than a newborn deer, every micro-movement sending waves of electricity through me.

Once I’m steady, I move faster. Our thighs slap together.

His grip tightens on my hips, slamming me down onto him.

“Look at me.” His hand slips to my clit.

I gasp, holding on to him. It’s too much. There’s too much emotion assaulting me. He’s hitting a spot deep inside me, working me up higher. I freeze, and an orgasm crashes over me.It’s barely slowed when he flips me onto my back and thrusts into me.

His pace is brutal, but it doesn’t last. He shudders above me, letting his head fall to my shoulder as he comes. His whole body jerks, then stills.

“Did that make your head worse?” I ask.

“Maybe. But it was worth it.”

“Come on, lovebirds,” Eli yells from the top of the stairs. “Pizza is here!”

“Perfect timing.” Caleb kisses the tip of my nose. He rocks his hips again, humming under his breath, then slowly withdraws.

I follow him into the bathroom, and we clean up in silence.

Upstairs, Eli and Riley laugh at us.

“Couldn’t wait until after we ate, huh?” Eli throws an ice pack at Caleb.

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