Page 31 of Wreck Me
“Spread your legs wide, baby. I’m hungry.” He licked his lips and guided my hand between my legs, placing it against my wet center. I propped myself up on one elbow to reach where he was tugging my hand. “Let me see you, Isla.”
I knew instantly what he was asking for, the act making me feel so vulnerable, but at the same time I had never felt so sexy, so desired. Exhaling, I moved my fingers to spread myself for him.
The way Caleb was looking at me was indescribable. It urged me to continue, and I drew my fingers into the wetness between my thighs.
Lowering himself onto his stomach, Caleb leaned in, drawing his tongue flat against my pussy.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, dropping my body onto the mattress. My hands were flailing around the bed, looking for something to grab on to while he thrust his tongue into me, only to pull it back out and run its tip along my clit. He repeated the movements, and I writhed beneath him, hardly able to catch my breath.
“Holy shit, Caleb. I can’t.I can’t,” I whimpered, the stimulation so overwhelming, it felt as though I’d black out from his sweet torment.
With smoldering eyes, Caleb released my clit with a slight pop from the suction of his mouth, and firmly held my gaze. “You can, and you will. Come on my tongue, Isla. Let me drink you up.”
His words and the incredible pressure he applied on my clit again were my undoing and I came instantly, moaning loudly into my darkened bedroom. My body lifted from the bed as he pulsated my clit with his mouth and plunged two fingers into me. His fingers curled, hitting my G-spot, and I thrashed beneath him, grasping at my sheets in a frenzy. “Oh my god,” I whined, arching my back to push further into his face, but he refused to stop, pumping his fingers relentlessly while licking up every ounce of desire he pulled from my body.
When my back finally dropped to the bed, Caleb removed his fingers and kneeled on the bed in front of where I laid lifeless, in a bliss-filled daze. “On your knees, baby,” he commanded, and despite my state of reverie, I pulled myself to a seated position and pushed onto my knees. “If it’s too much, I want you to pinch me, okay? Reach up and pinch my arm, pinch my thigh. It doesn’t matter what. Just make sure you tell me to stop if I start to hurt you.”
“I’ll be fine,” I promised, reaching for his cock and guiding it to my lips. His fist wrapped around the base of his cock as I pushed forward, easing him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. My lips wrapped around him, creating a deep suction and I slowly pulled backward, stopping at his engorged head so I wouldn’t release him fully.
“God damn, you’re such a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you? Look at the way your plump little lips wrap around my cock—how you suck me perfectly.” He grabbed my hair and circled his wrist, wrapping the loose tendrils around his hand. Tugging it roughly, he pulled my mouth away from his cock and forced me to look up at him. “I’m going to fuck your gorgeous face now, okay? Hold on to the backs of my thighs—this shouldn’t take long.”
My lips barely parted before he pushed his length into my mouth, sliding in swiftly and hitting the back of my throat without warning. I gagged on reflex, the burn of my throat forcing tears to spring to my eyes. He pulsated his hips, not giving me much time to adjust before his thrusts became hurried and purposeful, using my mouth to get himself off.
I continued to fight against my gag reflex and relaxed my throat, hollowing out my cheeks. I strained to breathe through my nose, finding it hard to concentrate on breathing at all when I was so focused on Caleb’s actions. After a few seconds, it became much easier to take him and I was able to reach back up and wrapped my hand around his shaft. I stroked him the best I could, keeping in time with his every thrust.
“Fuckkkkk,” he groaned, moving the hand in my hair to grip the hair at the back of my head instead. He used it to guide my motions, sliding my mouth along his cock exactly how he wanted against my tongue and into my throat. He became completely unhinged, the string of moans and grunts spurring me to readjust, situating back on my heels to give me mobility of my free hand. Reaching up, I cupped his balls and gently massaged them.
“I’m so close, Isla. So fucking close.”
Reading the signs of his body, both of my hands moved to his butt, using my hold to thrust deeper and faster into my mouth, doing my best to swirl my tongue and hold suction. A jolt of pleasure pulsated in my clit, so turned on by the way he was using my body.
Caleb came with a roar, holding my head firm while I swallowed him down. My tongue lapped against the underside of his cock, trying to pull every last drop of pleasure from his body. His muscles flexed beneath my grasp, his chest heaving as he came down from his orgasm.
When he finished, he released the rough hold he had on me and pulled me into his arms, pulling us down to the soft linens while we continued to catch our breath together.
I turned into him, and he peppered my cheek and neck with soft kisses while pulling the blanket over both of us. A lazy smile tugged at my lips, my eyes growing heavy. Catching my mouth, Caleb slipped his tongue between my lips and kissed me with a sweet passion that made my heart flip-flop, that four letter word popping into my head again.
Stretching one arm beneath me, Caleb scooped me into his side, bending his other arm behind his head to stretch out. “Damn,” he breathed. “I could taste both of us on your tongue.”
“I kind of like it,” I admitted, hoping the darkness hid the blush creeping onto my cheeks at my admission. It felt dirty to say, but it was true.
“I fuckingloveit.”
Love. My heart soared, and I wondered if maybe my thoughts weren’t too off base after all. If he was feeling what I was feeling… It was still too early to say it out loud, but I had a feeling in my soul that saying those eight letters out loud might not be too far off for us.
With Caleb, I was exactly who I wanted to be. I wasn’t the spoiled rich girl who was now pathetically broke. I wasn’t the puppet my father saw me as, or the disobedient daughter my mother accused me of being.
I was just me.
Isla.
And for the first time, I was finally able to like the woman who’d been forced to hide her true self.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Ismelled like her.
The sweet scent of vanilla and sex permeated the air around me as I lay in Isla’s bed with my hands locked behind my head, elbows outstretched.
