Page 9 of Untethered Heart
His eyes meet mine in what looks like panic. Is he worried that he’s hurt me? I feel amazing. It’s an indescribable pleasure to have him fill me, so I nod my head in encouragement and bring my lips to his to assure him with a kiss that I’m okay. More than okay.
He pulls one of my hands from his back, lacing our fingers together again, and it’s almost like he needs to feel me to ground him within the moment. He dots little kisses along my jawline and behind my ear before pulling back again to look between us. I follow his line of sight to where we’re joined, and we both watch as he slowly pulls out and drives back in, hitting deeper than I’veever felt before. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I let myself relax back against the pillow, squeezing his fingers as they clutch mine, and he continues to drive into me.
“Fuck, Lex. You feel like you were made for me.”
All I can do is moan in response.
“I thought I was going to ruin you, but you’re wrecking me here.”
My clit is throbbing with every one of his dirty words.
“I’m damaged goods every time you clench around me, baby.”
That tight spring in my stomach is back. It’s blistering. I’m frantically drawing breath to cool the raging inferno.
“Fuck, just like that,” he says as his pace picks up, and I feel sweat soaking my forehead. “Need to feel you come on my cock, Siren. Strangle me with this tight pussy.”
His words are confident demands, and I want to give in, but then I feel his forehead rest against mine and he whispers, “Please.”
I scream out his name as he fucks me through my orgasm, his pace quickening.
“Fuck. Fuck.” He pulls out without warning, tearing the condom off his rock-hard length and wrapping a fist around himself.
With fumbling movements, he jerks up and down then unleashes his cum all over my stomach. His heaving breath matches my own. I feel marked, owned, as I stare at the evidence of his pleasure painted over me. A satisfied hum escapes him and his eyes flutter closed. I see his neck bob with a swallow as he meets my waiting gaze. He’s hesitant for a moment before he leans in to kiss me. Soft and slow. My stomach is doing somersaults, and my heartbeat is pounding against my ears.
I’m not ready when he pulls away, kneeling between my parted thighs. He starts to move off the bed when he notices his cum decorating my stomach. His chest moves up and down as if his lungs are trying to escape while he stares at the scene. He’s completely transfixed. I’ve never had a man finish on me like this,and it’s different. I don’t hate it. I especially don’t mind the way Caleb bites his lip, still unable to pull his eyes off me.
“Let me clean you up,” he says, almost choking on his words.
He hops off the bed and walks into the open doorway that leads into my bathroom. I hear the tap turn on, and then he comes back with a wet washcloth in his hand. With aching slowness, he’s gentle as he wipes at my sensitive pussy, leaving a trail of kisses along my hip bone and waist. He watches with fierce possession as the cloth cleans his spilled pleasure from my stomach. Ridding me of the evidence of him, and I hate it. I want to feel him everywhere. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and feel like this was all a dream. The gentle way in which Caleb cleans me up, soothing my body, has my limbs feeling sated and heavy.
I can hear movement, rustling fabric, defeated sighs, a belt buckle clinking against something. I feel my blankets being pulled up over my still naked body. I relish in their warmth and the slight scent of him that has marked my sheets.
A kiss is pressed against my forehead.
“Dream about me, Siren.” I feel my mouth pull into a smile, and another kiss is placed right in the corner. “Don’t go ruining anyone else.”
I’m left with his words and the scent of honey and citrus as I feel myself fall into a world where I can keep a man like Caleb.
Chapter five
Hushed words pull me from sleep, ridding the memories of warm skin, soft kisses and citrus promises. I stretch my limbs and glance around my bedroom, noting the way the sun hasn’t completely bathed my room in light yet. Faint traces of honey linger in the air, and I’m stripped of any residual sleep.Caleb.
The other side of my bed is empty, the sheets cool to the touch. I don’t remember him sneaking out or saying goodbye. Maybe he owns one of the voices I heard out in the hall. I throw the sheets back and leap out of bed, only to freeze the moment I find my footing. I’m still completely naked.
I tiptoe over to my dresser to pull out a T-shirt and sleep shorts, noticing my reflection in the mirror as I dress. My red hair sits in messy waves at my waist now that the curls from the night before have dropped. I gather them up and loop them into a knot on my head. A laugh from outside my door hurries me along. I jog over with hope springing in the back of my mind, only for it to come crashing down at the sight of Claire canoodling with some blond giant in the foyer by the front door.
“Morning, bestie.” She has a blinding smile on her face as her companion continues to sway with her, holding her in his hulking arms, nuzzling into her neck.
“Ah, hey.” I look around, trying to determine if they’re alone.
Stepping further into the hall, I can see into the kitchen and lounge room. Hope that Caleb may still be here is shattered when I notice the rest of the room is empty.
My heart sinks as I trudge into the kitchen, defeated, and switch on the coffee machine. I hear the front door close, and then Claire emerges around the archway that separates the hallway from our main living space.
“Good night?” I ask, trying to avoid my own disappointment.
“It certainly was.” She props herself on one of the kitchen stools. “But that’s not unusual for me. Let’s talk about your night.”
