Page 15 of Wreck Me
My mind spiraled, caught between wanting to ignore the question, lie about the answer, or answer her truthfully. It was a loaded answer, with far too many emotions laced through it.
The nickname came to me one night as I lay in bed, staring up at the dark ceiling, unable to sleep. I had seen her a few times at the library by that point, watching from afar and wondering about who she was. She had never noticed me, but I sure as hell saw her. For nights I’d lay awake, my mind too focused on thoughts of her to rest. With so many questions about her burning in my mind, begging for me to gain the answers. I’d been so torn between wanting to approach her and wanting to keep my distance, knowing she was way out of my league. Still, I wanted to know everything I could about the mystery woman. She had become my light in the dark. My starlight. The one thing that burned bright when everything else felt draped in shadow.
This was the longest we’d spent in each other’s presence. I was terrified that by telling her the truth behind the nickname, we’d be past the point of no return. But weren’t we already heading down that path? I wouldn’t let her go after this. I couldn’t. It may have been an obscenely short amount of time since we’d agreed to give each other a chance, but the organ locked up tight behind my rib cage knew there’d be no one else in this lifetime like Isla. I couldfeelit, and at the risk of sounding like a complete sap, she made me want to make sure I got myself out of this shit life.
And I would. I might have been young and still in college, literally figuring my life out day by day, but I knew without a shred of doubt I’d do whatever it took to give her an amazing life.
Whatever she wanted.
I owed her a truthful explanation, even if it made me feel vulnerable. “Because even before we had met, I knew you were like the stars in the night sky. You were made to shine through the darkness in my life and guide me to the sun.”
Leaning forward, I dropped a featherlight kiss to her mouth and urged her lips to part for me. I didn’t want her response, not now. I wantedher.
She let out a soft sigh as she sank into the kiss, her fingers curling around my biceps, holding me in place as I kissed her harder.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see all of you,” I rasped, my voice thick as I reached down to palm my aching cock, repositioning it within the confines of my jeans. Pulling away from her, I leaned back on the couch as she let her legs drop to the sides, giving me a perfect view of her pussy. It was glistening. I brought my fist to my mouth and bit down, groaning at the sheer perfection of her body. “Fucking perfect.”
“Well, are you going to do something? Or just stare down at my pussy and wait for it to beg you to eat it?”
I smirked, shaking my head slowly before tsking. “I knew I was right about you. Such a dirty slut.Mydirty slut.”
“The ‘my’ is debatable. We’ll see if you pass the test and deserve me.”
“We both know I don’t.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Her legs floated upward to close, but I caught her right knee in my hand, pushing it back down.
She quirked a brow before dropping the other knee to hang off the side of the couch.
“That’smygood girl,” I praised. “I wasn’t done admiring the view.”
Before she could even try to respond, I stood from the couch, bending toward her, and slid my arms beneath her. I scooped her into a bridal hold and clutched her against my chest, carrying her to her open bedroom door.
Walking through the threshold, I didn’t bother turning on the lights before I tossed her down onto her bed and crawled up the length of her, my knee landing between her thighs, my body completely overtaking her frame as I settled above her.
Bringing my lips to the soft skin of her throat, I kissed my way down, letting my fingers find their rightful place between her thighs as I started my descent through the soft tuft of hair and dipped into her warmth. Isla gasped, her fingernails digging into my shoulders while I curved my fingers to stroke the sweet spot inside her.
I dragged them slowly, bringing her wetness to her clit and massaged it, before driving my fingers into her again. She squirmed beneath me, soft moans escaping her lips as her chest rose and fell in perfect harmony. The sight of her was exquisite, her body igniting beneath my touch.
“Fuck, Caleb,yes,” she moaned as my fingers scissored within her.
Removing them, I brought my hand to her perfect tits and yanked down her bra, rubbing her juices over her hardened nipple. Leaning forward, I sucked it roughly into my mouth, tasting her as my tongue lapped against the peak. A groan rumbled through my chest at the flavor, and my cock strained painfully against my jeans.
As though she could read my thoughts, Isla reached her hands down and lowered the zipper—the button still unclasped from earlier—and pushed her hand inside to free my cock. Her hand wrapped around my length as her thumb found the bead of precum that had leaked from the tip. She smeared it around before bringing her thumb to her own lips, sucking it off of her.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
“Take them off,” Isla breathed as she pushed the jeans off my hips. I stood from the bed, pushing them down and stepping out of them. As I took off my pants, Isla sat up slightly, reaching around to unclasp her bra, tossing it aside while I crawled up her body, repositioning myself above her as I was.
“I’d like to fuck you now,” I told her playfully.
I licked my lips as I gazed down at her, taking my cock in my hand and rimming her entrance. “I want to fuck you bare so bad. I’ve never fucked without a condom and I just got tested last month—I’m clean. The only person I’ve been with since I tested is you.”
Her hips rocked into mine, nudging the head of my cock against her slick pussy and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to plunge into her.
Using my cock, I rubbed against her clit, and drew a moan from her before she answered. “I’m clean too. I just had my yearly doctor’s visit, and they tested me, as well.”
Relief poured out of me at her words, but there was one last thing to check before I took the risk. “Birth control?” I asked, praying to the heavens above she was on something.
