Page 66 of Untethered Heart
All I can do is nod and plead around his cock as he continues to thrust his hips.
“Okay, baby. Put those fingers back in your pussy and show me how badly you need it.”
I waste no time guiding my fingers back inside my underwear and hooking two fingers into my pussy. My palm grinds against my clit and my hips roll. I dig the fingers of my other hand into Caleb’s thigh as the pleasure burns brighter. I’m so close. Caleb’s movements turn hurried, the finesse of his earlier teasing vanishing as he chases his orgasm.
“Fuck, Lex, I’m going to come. Where should I do it, baby?”
My eyes lock on his and the hand on his thigh moves around to his arse, holding him to me.
“Fuuuuck.”
I pull my fingers out of my pussy, moving the slickness gathered there up to my clit, rubbing in tight circles.
“I’m going to come, Lex. I’m going to—” Caleb’s words cut off as he groans and releases into my mouth, coating my tongue and throat. Slamming my eyes shut, I let my own orgasm ride through me.
I try to take deep breaths through my nose as Caleb sighs and moves his cock in and out a few times before pulling out completely and tucking himself back inside his briefs and pants. I swallow his cum, sucking my bottom lip in to catch the drops.
“Did you just—?”
I open my mouth to show him, answeringhis question.
“Fucking Christ.” He reaches under my arms and pulls me against him, slamming his lips to mine and slipping his tongue in to taste himself on me.
One arm bands around my back, and the other holds my head while I lock my legs around his middle. He holds me as if he never wants to let go.
“I’ve tried to keep it professional. I’ve tried to be patient, but Lex, I can’t. I can’t do it anymore. I need you to be mine. Fuck the risks. I’ll take any damage. I’ll protect you at any cost and make sure Legacy Malt doesn’t suffer in any way. I will make your dreams come true, but goddamn it, just please be mine.”
The answer comes easily. “I’m already yours.”
Chapter thirty-two
I force Lex’s lips back to mine, kissing her in a way I’ve been craving. Holding her in my arms, tight and unwavering, like the possession I feel in my soul.
“Do you mean that?” I ask, desperate to make this real. “No more friend shit. You’ll be mine?”
She chuckles and rests her forehead against mine. My heart beats with the kind of peace I don’t remember ever feeling before.
“I’ll be yours, if you’ll be mine,” she whispers.
“I’ve been yours from the start.”
Her grey eyes bore into mine holding all her vulnerability.
“Don’t break me, okay?” she says.
I hold my hand against her cheek and brush my thumbs against her lips.
“I promise.” I seal the words against her mouth with my own, breathing her in as we fall into the kiss. My tongue traces her lips, begging for entry, which she grants without hesitation.
We fight for dominance, both just as hungry for the other as sweet kisses turn frantic. And soon, it’s not enough.
“I need to do it right this time,” I breathe against her lips.
“What do you mean?”
“I want all night with you. Multiple times. I want to sleep just long enough to replenish my energy so I cango again and again. I want to hold you in my arms until morning, and then maybe I can convince myself it’s not a dream.”
“Okay,” she says, making me chuckle and nip at her skin.
