Page 29 of Wreck Me

Stepping in, I closed the door behind me before turning to face Caleb. The small shower wasnotmade for two people and our bodies filled the space, giving us just enough room to function.

Caleb’s hands cradled my hips, but I swatted him away, pushing him off me while I reached around him to grab my body wash. “You ready to smell like vanilla?” I asked, quirking a brow and squeezing a generous dollop of the liquid soap into my palm. “Not just any vanilla either, sugar-spun vanilla cupcake.”

“Sounds good enough to eat,” he mused. “Are you going to clean your entire body with it? I could think of some places I’d like to eat.”

He watched as I lathered the soap between my palms before reaching up to his neck. Smearing the soap down his shoulders, I continued to work the lather into his skin as I made my way down his torso and wrapped my hands around his back to scrub whatever I could reach.

“We’re going for warmth and comfort, Caleb. No funny business.”

“How am I supposed to stop resisting when you’re naked, wet, and have your body pressing into mine while you rub your handseverywhereon me?”

I gave him a look that clearly said ‘that’s a you problem’ and refocused on my ministrations.

Lowering myself down to my knees, I rubbed soap up and down his legs and the tops of his feet. Sinking further down until I was practically seated on my calves, I encouraged him to lift one foot at a time, focusing on the task at hand as I kneaded the soap into the soles of his feet, giving him a foot massage.

“Fuck, Isla,” Caleb groaned from above me, his palm pressing against the cheap tiles of my shower. Pride swelled in my chest, knowing I was making him feel good.

Looking up from my lashes, I saw his cock had grown thick, hanging heavy and erect just above me. Caleb’s eyes were hooded as he looked down at me.

“Did that feel good?” I asked, a hint of innocence in my voice. His cock was a hair's breadth away from my lips, but I restrained touching him—or taking him in my mouth—like I felt desperate to do.

“Incredible.”

“Good,” I replied, shifting back onto my knees and grabbing onto Caleb’s thigh to help myself have some momentum to stand.

Once I was firmly on my feet, he fisted my wet hair, curling the inky strands around his palm. He pulled them tight to bend my body back, giving himself access to my breasts. My nipples were already peaked from the cool air that prickled through the shower’s steam, and he leaned down, sucking one into his mouth.

His tongue was hot against the sensitive skin, and I whimpered from the sensation. Caleb had me at his mercy, arching my back to the point of pain, but he quickly soothed it into pleasure with the strokes of his tongue.

Feeling like I was about to explode if he didn’t touch me, I tried aligning my body to rub against his cock—which had found its way between my legs—but the angle he held me at made it difficult. “Please,” I shamelessly whimpered, not really sure what else to say as the pleasure bloomed deep within and worked its way outward. My body was needy, sensitive. Begging to be touched.

He popped off my breast and reached around to lift me by my butt, coaxing my legs around him. Securing my ankles, I clung onto him and wrapped my arms around his neck, meeting his lips as he lifted his chin. With one hand planted firmly on my ass, he opened the shower door and stepped through it with me in his arms.

“The towels,” I said against his lips.

“Fuck the towels,” he growled, striding across the hall to my bedroom.

Water fell from our bodies, leaving a trail on the carpet, but I didn’t give it a second thought as he stopped in front of my bed and dropped me onto it. My body bounced, breasts swaying as I landed on the plush comforter.

My legs spread wide, begging for him to take me, as he stood at the edge, looking down at me predatorily.

“Look at how your legs spread for me, showing me your pretty pussy. Even your body knows you’re my little slut, doesn’t it?”

I squirmed against the bed, his words twisting within me, sending a shockwave through my body. “This wasn’t the plan I had in mind. I was supposed to take care of you tonight.”

His knee hit the bed between my legs and he lowered himself down on top of me, his hard shaft pushing against my swollen clit. Heat ignited through my body, so aroused I thought I might combust. I rolled my hips into him, chasing the pleasure.

“I don’t deserve to be taken care of after letting you think I had abandoned you all day.”

The sincerity of his words broke my heart. He truly thought he didn’t deserve to be taken care of, and despite the disappointment I’d felt earlier today from his actions, I made it my new mission to show him he was wortheverything.

Catching him off guard, I pushed his hips and rolled us so I was straddling his lap. I bent back, lowering myself so I could grind my pussy against his cock, and we groaned in unison and his cock throbbed beneath my wet heat, begging to let my soft walls embrace it. Caleb's ability to let me have control in the bedroom whenever I wanted it was freeing. Itshowedme we were equals. Caleb's head tilted back into my bedding and I watched as he exhaled a deep breath, his eyes falling shut as he seemed to battle something within.

Somehow, I knew exactly what he needed—I had seen it clear as day the first night he had come to my apartment and I wrapped my fingers around his throat. He not only allowed me to have it, there were times heneededme to take control.

The pieces of the puzzle fell together, and I tried not to let it reflect on my face. I was well aware I was making assumptions—something I got really upset about him doing—but I couldn’t help it. Something clicked, and I realized almost his entire life, Caleb had been on his own. His mother had left him, his dad was a drunk, and he essentially was left alone to… what? Grow up when he was a child and parent himself. Caleb never had guidance or structure, let alone someone to make menial decisions for him, like what was for dinner that night, or the simple comfort of knowing how he was getting to school the next day.

It made sense that there needed to be somegivein his life, an outlet where he could relinquish control and let someone else take the reins. I let my thoughts simmer as I glided my hand up his chest, lightly trailing my touch along his collarbone. My fingers reached the soft skin around his neck, and I spread them wide, letting my palm press against his throat and curl naturally into a grasp.

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