Page 59 of Dark Duet: Platinum Edition
“I can’t. We can’t.” Caleb was surprised to hear the rasp in his voice. He wanted this bad and he was doing a poor job of hiding it.
Livvie stepped closer to him, until her head touched his chest. Caleb’s arms went around her, as if by instinct. “I want to make you come,” she whispered against his chest. Shyly. Seductively. Her hand still held him and she slid her hand up and down his length.
Caleb went up on his toes and groaned, unable to resist the delicious friction of her hand, but he fought the urge to thrust against the softness of her breasts as they met with the head of his cock.
“Keep doing that,” he rasped. He placed one hand against the wall behind Livvie, his arm extended as a reminder not to crush her. His other arm held her loosely against him. He noted her injured shoulder was braced against him, her hand on his tender, scalded hip.
She stroked him. He opened his mouth and silently drew breath to keep from moaning, his stomach tightening sharply. Her touch felt inexperienced, disjointed – like heaven one second and an assault the next – but he was enjoying it. She was touching him because she wanted to, and for no other reason.What the fuck are you doing to me, Livvie?
The next minute, his mind went blank. Unable to resist, he rocked into her hand, his hips snapping forward to touch his cock against Livvie’s amazing fucking tits.
You’re ruining my life…
So soft. She was so fucking soft.
“Oh…god,” escaped his mouth, but Caleb didn’t give a shit. Against his chest, Livvie panted with her arousal and exertion. The fingers against Caleb’s hip tightened and pulled his hips closer and then pushed them back.
More. Oh fuck! Please, more.
“Harder Livvie, hold me harder,” he panted. Livvie complied, sending Caleb into a state of nirvana. He felt like he was going to burn from the inside out. “Don’t stop. Just like that.”
“Oh, god, Caleb. You’re so hard,” Livvie’s voice was pure lust. “I want you to come. I want to watch you come.” She tried to pull back, but Caleb held her closer.
He shook his head. “Don’t watch me, watch my cock. Watch it come all over you.”
Livvie’s hand tightened and sped up.
Caleb couldn’t hold it in any longer. With a cry, he rose up on his toes and came all over Livvie’s bountiful tits. As he panted and tried to keep from passing out, Caleb listened to Livvie squeal in shock.
“Oh. My. God!” She whispered and laughed. She looked down at her body, her expression priceless. “It’s all over the place. Eww. Caleb – it’s…sticky.”
Caleb laughed and watched as she poked at his semen and tried to wash it off.
He snickered. “It’s stickier when it’s wet,” he warned. He turned and reached for the soap. He stilled at the touch of her hand against his back. He sighed deeply. In the glow of his orgasm, he didn’t have the energy to argue or fight.
He tensed as she came closer. He shut his eyes while she traced the harsh white lines crisscrossing his back. His skin was red from the heat of the water and he knew the scars were more pronounced because of it. This wasn’t the first time anyone had seen his scars. He wasn’t necessarily ashamed of them, and it wasn’t like he hid his body from lovers. But he never talked about it, not ever.
“What happened?” The whisper was so soft Caleb might have missed it if he didn’t know it was coming.
“Fucked up childhood,” he said tonelessly.
Livvie’s breath skated across his skin. She kissed his scars.
Chapter Three
Livvie got in the car and slammed the door. She tried to hide it, but Caleb saw the way she winced and rubbed her collarbone.
“Happy? Have we taught the door a lesson?” Caleb taunted through a gentle laugh.
Her eyes narrowed in his direction, her rage unmistakable. “I can’t believe what you did to those people, Caleb. You’re just…never mind. Can we just go please?”
Caleb’s ire, dormant because of his unexpected orgasm earlier, now rose to the surface. “Which part can’t you believe?” he snapped, jamming the key in the ignition of the stolen car and turning it. “The part where I rescued you from a bunch of would-be rapists that beat you half to death? Or perhaps the part where – at great risk to myself – I kidnapped a doctor to help save you? Which part is it, because I’d like to know which of those things I should never do for you again?” He threw the vehicle in gear and took off. For a moment, he didn’t care Livvie had been jostled in her seat.
Silence.
Caleb sat back, satisfied. It wasn’t like he killed them. The doctor and his wife were free to live their lives, no worse for wear. Livvie had been mortified to find the couple exactly as he had left them the night before – taped to their dining room chairs. Granted, the fact they had urinated on themselves during the course of the evening was distasteful, but they were otherwise unharmed. In a different situation, he might not have let them off so easy. He wondered how Livvie would have reacted to such a thing.
“Thank you,” Livvie muttered from the passenger seat.
