Page 73 of Pitcher Perfect

“Yes,yes. More,” Caleb begged after pulling back from our kiss.

I lavished attention on his neck while hitting his prostate. His rock-hard cock bobbed against my stomach, leaving a trail of precum behind.

“Need you.” He hooked his hands under my arms and tugged. “In me.Please.”

How could I deny him?As our sloppy lips and tongues met, I cupped his thigh and lifted it to wrap his leg around my waist. He did the same with his other leg, which gave me the perfect angle to push in. As soon as I breached the first ring of muscle, he moaned into my mouth. I pushed in slowly until my balls hit his ass.

“Fuck,fuckyes. So good.” Caleb’s body almost deflated in my arms.

“You’re so sexy,” I said, dropping praise between kisses.

He didn’t stop touching me. He ran his hands over my back and sides, wrapped his arms around me tight, cupped my ass, teased my crack, ran his fingers through my hair. I couldn’t get enough of how needy he was, how much I needed him.

Neither of us seemed to want to push the pace, so I maintained a steady rhythm as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and panted into his neck. He felt perfect under me, taking me so well. It was such a gift to have the opportunity to make him feel good.

“Close,” he gasped into my ear.

“Me too. You feel incredible, baby.”

He cried out. Whether it was from me nailing his prostate or the endearment, I didn’t know. I hadn’t planned the word, but it slipped out and felt right.

I shifted, cupping his head, and pulled back slightly so I could kiss him. I changed my thrusts so I barely withdrew and instead rocked my hips in a slow arch. Caleb gripped the back of his knees and pulled his legs open wide, making a home for me between them, slow, steady, sexy as sin. He kissed me until it felt like I was about to ascend. Every part of me tightened as I careened toward orgasm.

Caleb beat me to it, barely, as warmth erupted between us. His cum smeared across my stomach as I pushed into him several more times, squeezing my glutes each time I bottomed out.

“Come in me. Want it.” Caleb dropped his legs and grabbed my ass, pulling me as tight against him as I could get.

“Oh fuck, fuck. Fuuuuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut so hard as I came that I saw stars.

“Yeah, that’s it. Mmm.” Caleb trailed open-mouthed kisses down my neck as I rode out the most satisfying orgasm of my life.

I felt it throughout my entire body. Not wanting things to end yet, I stayed in him as he rubbed soothing circles across my back. Eventually, the need to get rid of the spent condom became too great.

“Be right back.” I kissed him again, lingering, then walked to the bathroom to take care of things. I looked at myself in the mirror and expected to see someone ready to bolt, someone who’d danced too close to the line I’d carefully drawn and needed to leap back. What I saw, instead, was someone thoroughly sated and happy. I was smiling—smilingat myself in the mirror.Why would I run from someone who had that effect on me?I owed it to myself to see it through. I grabbed a clean washcloth off a shelf and ran it under warm water. Normally, I would just grab the nearest item of dirty clothing to clean up a mess, but I wanted to take care of Caleb.

When I got back to his bedroom, I frowned.

He sat on the foot of the bed, wiping at his stomach with his dirty T-shirt. He looked down at the cloth in my hand. “Oh. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Here.” I handed it to him instead of doing it myself. Maybe our sex was too intimate, and he needed some distance.

“I thought you were getting ready to leave, so I grabbed what was near.” He looked down at the cloth as he wiped it across his tight stomach.

I frowned.Why wouldn’t he think that?I’d practically bolted after every other time we’d had sex in some poor attempt to protect myself. I hated that I’d created that expectation in him, and I certainly wasn’t going to leave after he had a tough night and after we’d just… yeah.All of that. My emotions were as raw as my dick.

Instead of verbally responding, I stood and walked to the far side of the bed. I pulled back the covers, climbed in, and held out my arm for him. Caleb looked back at me and smiled. He tossed the rag somewhere I couldn’t see and climbed into bed next to me. His flushed cheek warmed my chest when he snuggled in.

“You’re staying?”

“Yeah, I’m staying. Unless you snore.”

His laughter tickled my skin. “Not that I’m aware of, but feel free to pinch my ass if I do.”

“If I promise that, you’ll snore on purpose.”

I felt his smile move against my skin. “Possibly.”

My smile was probably as wide as his as I stared at his ceiling. I felt comfortable, relaxed, happy. Damn the walls I’d built.

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