Page 54 of Finding Home

Caleb

“Aubrey.”

I can’t keep myself from groaning out her name, again and again, loudly, as my hand works my aching shaft. And this time, it’s not a ploy to get Aubrey to come to me, since I’ve accepted that’s not going to happen. It’s an involuntary prayer to the universe to have some mercy on my throbbing cock and aching balls.

Everything about Aubrey turns me on. Every look. Every touch. Even the tongue lashings she delivers so deftly. Always, deservedly, by the way. Fucking hell, no matter what that woman says or does, she lights a forest fire inside me. One I can’t extinguish, no matter how hard I try. I’m a ball of flames in Aubrey’s presence. A forest fire, whenever I even think about my cock burrowed deep inside her. It’s something I think about a lot these days. On a running loop. God help me, the woman is lighter fluid. Fuel to my raging flames.

I groan out Aubrey’s name, again, as my pleasure spirals and threatens to consume me, body and soul. And, suddenly, without warning, my bedroom door fliesopen and Aubrey magically appears in the doorframe. Only this time, unlike before, she doesn’t turn and run away. She strides toward me, breathing hard, like her hair’s on fire and I’m the cool lake she’s intending to plunge herself into to save herself.

“I’m here to take over that job,” she murmurs, her dark eyes trained on my dick. “If you’ll let me.”

Am I dreaming? Am I dead?“Yes,” I choke out, elated to realize this is very, very real.

She pulls off her top as she moves, revealing the two most exquisite, perkiest tits I’ve ever beheld, and by the time she reaches me in my bed, her shirt is on the ground and my lust is a pyre that’s consuming every available drop of oxygen in the room.

As I pull her lips to mine, I’m a human back draft. A wall of flames singeing the walls and scorching the ceiling. My fingers dig greedily into Aubrey’s bare back as my lips collide with hers. I’ve waited ten lifetimes for this kiss, waded through dense jungles and traversed steep mountains for it; and now, every cell in my body, every drop of blood in my veins, is exploding with intense yearning, relief, and euphoria.

My tongue greedily finds Aubrey’s, and every nerve ending electrocutes at the burst of sensations. She’s sweet to the taste. Honey mixed with vanilla. Her lips are as soft as they are hungry. Her skin beneath my fingertips, warm and smooth.

Our kiss is an atomic bomb going off, an all-consuming frisson that rattles my bones and burns away every last remaining drop of restraint. I curl my fingers into her soft hair as I deepen the kiss, and she responds in kind, her fingers tightening in my hair on the back of my head.

Aubrey’s hand finds my hard shaft asour mouths continue their mutual assaults. I groan loudly at her unexpected touch—her greedy, fucking glorious touch—and she whispers hoarsely for me to keep it down.

“Raine’s across the hallway,” she reminds me, her breathing labored.

It’s yet another turn-on. A reminder that weshouldn’t. That Aubrey’s contraband to me. Contraband pussy, as my friends and I call all manner of forbidden fruit. She came to me against her better judgment. Because she couldn’t stay away. Couldn’t resist me, any more than I can resist her.

“Do you have a condom?” Aubrey grits out.

“I bought a pack in Billings,” I confess, grinning like a shark. “When you went to grab those nighttime pull-ups across the store.”

“You presumptuous bastard,” Aubrey whispers with heat, pressing the crotch of her panties against my hard, aching bulge. But it’s clear enough from her facial expression, she’s damned glad I presumed.

“I’ll get them soon,” I say. “First things first, I’m hungry for some contraband pussy.”

“Contraband?”

I don’t explain myself.

I guide her onto her back and pull off her panties like a starving man unwrapping a cheeseburger, and then shudder violently when her deliciousness is revealed to me in all its glory. I’ve dreamed about eating this pussy. Fucking this pussy. Jerked off to fantasies of this pussy sitting on my face and squirting with pleasure. And now, this pussy is mine for the taking—and even hotter than I imagined it.

Watering at the mouth, I widen Aubrey’s thighs, opening her up to me like a blooming flower, and then groan much too loudly at the sight.

“Not so loud,” Aubrey whispers, her words coming out between pants of anticipation.

I’m dizzy with lust now. Breathing hard, I stroke the outside of her pussy gently, feeling desperate to lick her. Taste her. Fuck her.Claimher. And Aubrey writhes and moans loudly at my touch.

“What happened to ‘not so loud?’” I tease.

“Fuck off.”

We both laugh.

I begin stroking her with one hand, while caressing one of her perfect tits with the other. And when my mouth is watering too much to resist, I take her peaked, hard nipple into my mouth and devour her, prompting Aubrey to loudly lose her fucking mind.

I dip two fingers inside her, and my dick jolts with pleasure to discover she’s already ready for my cock, just this fast. Soaking wet, warm, and swollen. But I’m not going in yet. I’ve got a meal to eat, first.

With a low moan, I crawl between Aubrey’s legs and begin voraciously kissing and licking the sensitive flesh surrounding her bullseye without ever hitting the mark, while sliding my fingers in and out. When it feels like she’s reached the peak of this particular mountain, I move on to the next. Devouring her bullseye. My breathing loud and ragged, I zero in on her swollen, pink bud while stroking her G-spot with two precise fingers.

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