Page 79 of Hit the Ground
Reaching back, he yanked his Henley over his head, and I nearly swallowed my tongue at the sight of him shirtless. The breadth of his chest, smattered with fine hair, led to his thick midsection and disappeared in the waistband of his jeans. Leaning forward, I nuzzled the center of his chest, the light hair tickling my lips. He held the back of my head as I slid my lips over his small, dark nipples and dragged my teeth along the bottom of his pec.
Raising my eyes to meet his, I undid the top button of his jeans and dropped my hand to graze over the thick bulge behind his zipper.
“More,” I rasped. “I want to see all of you.”
He caught my wrist, holding it firmly. “You sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure. I want to see you and put my mouth on you.”
His jaw flexed, warring with himself. With a sigh of defeat and a low curse, he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down, kicking them off along with his briefs. My breath caught at the sight of all of him stretched out before me. He was a big man, and his cock was in proportion to the rest of him. Thick and heavy, it strained against the air between us.
Caleb stilled, letting me look, letting me touch. His eyes stayed locked on mine as I wrapped my fingers around him, tentative at first, then bolder as I grew used to his heat and weight. His chest rose and fell unevenly, a tremor running through him as I stroked his length, testing, exploring.
“Allie,” he ground out. “You’re going to undo me before I can give you what I need to.”
I licked my lips, emboldened at the way his breath hitched under my touch. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
He groaned, cupping my face for a rough kiss that left me dazed. Then he pulled back, shaking his head sharply. “No, darlin’. Not yet. I need you on me.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he rolled, lifting me with that same surprising ease, and positioned me so I was straddling his chest. Taking me by the hips, he guided me higher until I was hovering over his face.
“Hold on to the headboard for me,” he ordered in a voice smooth as velvet. “I’m going to make you feel so good. But you need to tell me if there’s something you don’t like.”
“I will,” I promised, already knowing there wasn’t anything this man could do to me I wouldn’t like.
I curled my fingers around the thick wood of his headboard, clutching so tightly my knuckles went white. He took me by the thighs, wrapping his big hands around them, and held me right where he wanted me. The first hot stroke of his tongue shattered every single nerve I had left. My head tipped back, a cry breaking free as pleasure arced through me.
“Caleb—” This was nothing like I’d ever imagined, and I’d thought about this, with him, a lot. It was better, miles and miles above all my fantasies.
He groaned into me and dragged his tongue deeper, tasting me like I was dripping the sweetest nectar. My thighs trembled against his shoulders, my fingers digging into the headboard for dear life, while his mouth worked me open with slow, devastating skill.
My pleasure was a burning pyre, built so tall, it became an out-of-control inferno before I knew it. I couldn’t stop the high, keening sounds spilling out of me. My thighs tightened around his head, my hips rocking helplessly against his mouth. Caleb groaned, the vibration shooting through me, and spread me wider with his strong hands.
“Cay—I can’t—” My warning broke into a cry as heat detonated low in my belly, racing outward in wave after wave, until I was completely lost to it. I scrambled to hold on to the headboard so I didn’t fall into a boneless, quivering heap.
It wasn’t enough for Caleb. He didn’t stop. If anything, he grew hungrier, coaxing every last tremor from me, licking me through the aftershocks until I was gasping and babbling nonsense. My legs shook against his shoulders, my body oversensitive, and he held me steady, groaning like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
Another crest rose, impossible but real, building on top of the first. I was shuddering all over again, sobbing his name as a second climax tore through me, hotter and longer than the last.
As it ebbed, I slumped forward, my forehead pressed to the headboard, my breath coming in ragged pulls. Caleb eased me down, kissing the inside of my thigh with tenderness that didn’t match the way he’d wrecked me to my core.
He looked up at me, his mouth wet, his eyes molten. “Allie-girl,” he rasped, “I could keep you right here all night.”
“But I want to do that to you.” I scooted back as much as he would allow and tapped his swollen lips with my fingertips. “Let me taste you.”
“If you want…”
“Oh, I do.” My legs wiggled with impatience, making him huff a wrecked laugh.
He gave in, letting me slide next to him on the bed. We lay in opposite directions, his body stretched long, his cock straining thick and weeping on his stomach. I trailed my fingers over him, watching goose bumps sprout along his flesh. When I made it to his cock, I reached beneath it to take his heavy balls in my hand, giving them an experimental squeeze.
“Christ,” he groaned, his hips jerking. “What are you doing?”
“Learning your body.” I traced the seam all the way to the underside, wishing I had all the time in the world to find out what my touch did to every inch of his skin.
Maybe another night. I was too impatient to feel him on my tongue.
I bent and licked, tentative at first. When his chest rattled like he was close to death, I became bolder. His taste drove me harder. Before I knew it, I had him between my lips, sliding deeper, sucking with more desperation than skill.
