I rock my body against Elijah, riding the aftershocks, and then collapse. Caleb lets go of my wrists, Micah eases out of me, and helps me off Elijah. Before my feet even touch the ground, Caleb scoops me up in his arms.
“My turn,” he whispers.
I grumble incoherently, making him chuckle, and he kisses my forehead. “I’ll put you to sleep.”
He walks me up the stairs and into a bedroom, then lays me gently on the bed. I spread out, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets against my skin, coming down from the high they just gave me. Caleb takes off his boxers and climbs in next to me.
My eyelids are so heavy that I smile at him with closed eyes.
“Thank you, Caleb,” I say, reaching out to feel for his face. Once I feel the stubble of this chin, I grab his face with both hands and pull him in for a kiss.
“Evie, don’t. I was just kidding. You need to rest,” he says against my lips.
“Te necesito mas,”I whisper.
He rolls on top of me, spreading my legs apart with his massive thighs, and moves hair from my face.
“No puedo decirte que no.”
I hum in pleasure as he caresses my pussy with the head of his cock. He inches in deeper, and I wince in pain.
“Evelyn,” he warns. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
“It’s a great idea. Your monster cock just needs to give me a chance to stretch.”
He chuckles in my ear and continues to push deeper. He groans once he’s fully seated inside me.
“Fuck, babygirl.” He starts to grind in strong, fluid strokes. “You’re not going to be walking tomorrow.”
I drag my nails down his back. “Prove it.”
His lips find mine, and he kisses me with reckless abandon, moving his hips harder and faster. Caleb reaches between us, and with his thumb, circles my clit. The friction heats up my core, and he brings me to the edge of another orgasm.
My walls start to pulse and squeeze, and he slows down.
“Do not fuck with me,” I growl, making him laugh.
“No, babygirl, not tonight. Tomorrow you can beg.”
He picks up speed again, rubbing his body against my clit while he thrusts deeply inside me. He kisses my neck as I hold his head to me.
I lick the outside of his ear and whisper, “Come with me, Caleb.”
And at my words, we both fall over into the bliss of our orgasm and pass out.
* * *
Iwake to the sound of a phone vibrating on the end table.
“Make it stop,” I groan and stretch on the bed.
My hand feels against the sheets, searching for Caleb, but the bed is empty. I grumble, forcing my eyes open, and sit up. The buzzing sound ends briefly, but then starts up again.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I snap to no one. I pull off the sheets and reach for my phone.
When I look down, there are thirty-four missed calls and seventy-three unread text messages, all from Taylor. My stomach immediately sinks.Something is wrong.
I throw on a shirt and run to the stairs. Halfway down, there’s a loud banging on the door, and I pause. Micah checks the peephole and opens the door as Taylor and Justin hurriedly run in.