“Fuck,” he says as he lifts his arse, allowing me to pull his jeans and boxers down.
I stay crouched down and dip my head until my tongue licks the top of his dick, and then I don’t waste any time as I go to town and suck it like a goddamn lollipop. I work him into a fucking frenzy. Licking, sucking, bobbing up and down, slow then fast, until he’s reaching down and lifting me off him, his hands going under my arms and hauling me up his body.
“Fuck me,” he says, and dear God, I scramble on his dick so fast that even a damn bucking bronco couldn’t move quicker than me. I place him at my entrance and slam down, hard, and we both moan out loud. I fuck him hard and fast on the sofa, as sweat covers our bodies and our skin slaps from the force.
He bites and sucks my nipples, and I throw my head back as his thumb meets my clit, applying pressure and moving in circles.
“Christ,” he says before he grabs the nape of my neck and brings my mouth to his. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I welcome it. And when he grabs my arse with his other hand and rubs his finger over a place that hasn’t been touched before, I explode, squeezing his cock as I scream his name. He doesn’t let up as I fall from a monumental height, his thumb working faster, his teeth biting me a little bit harder, and then he roars his release as I ride him, until I fall into a heap on top of him. Our heavy breathing fills the room, the low lighting casting a warm glow around us. And when he moves us so we are laid out on the sofa, my back to his chest, I close my eyes and realise that I’ve found the paradise I was missing for so long.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Caleb
My God.
This woman.
She took me like it was the last time.
She rode me like she wanted to destroy my cock but in the most pleasurable way.
She fucking owns me, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it.
She’s snuggled into me, and I can hear that her breathing has evened out—she’s asleep. I don’t know how long we’ve been in this position, because my muscles were like bloody jelly when she’d finished with me. But right now, I need a piss, so I ease myself from behind her and climb over, trying not to disturb her.
I pad my way up the stairs and to the bathroom, relieving myself and replaying her riding my cock in my mind. Literally, at my grand old age, I can actually say that that was the best night ever. Us coming back together again has unleashed something new in both of us. I see it, I feel it, and the same look reflects in her eyes back at me.
We belong. But even more so now than back then. I can’t explain it fully, and I don’t understand what is happening myself, but I’m going to roll with it and hope that everything else we have to deal with just works itself out. It has to. There is no other option this time.
I grab a glass of water from the kitchen and take a few glugs as I look out of the window and onto the back garden. I’m not getting any younger, I know that, and I sure as shit don’t want to give up on the one woman that has given me so much fucking happiness, even if it will come with consequences. I love my son, I fucking do, but I don’t know if he will ever speak to me again once he finds out. I know he’s lost his way, and I know his mother takes a hefty part of the blame for that—even if he doesn’t realise it—but I’ve tried so hard to form a bond with him, care for him, just fucking be there for him. He rejects me every time. And what am I meant to do? Keep trying until I die and give up on the one thing I selfishly want? Am I really destined to be that miserable and unhappy forever? Because I sure as shit was miserable without Cameron. I moved away, for fuck’s sake, only to come back and have her back in my life again within weeks.
And now, she’s asleep in the snug, after dinner and hot sex. For me, the hot sex is an added bonus, but what I love about her is her mind, her spark, her smile which is infectious, and her compassion. I won’t give up on her again—I can’t.
“Hey,” I hear from behind me, and I turn to see Cameron stood in the doorway, one of the blankets from the back of the sofa wrapped around her and her hair framing her face. “You okay?”
“Just grabbing a drink,” I tell her as I lift the glass up and down the rest of it. “Want one?”
“Sure.” She pads across to me and I hand her the glass. “Thanks.” She sips it slowly, and I suddenly see us in the future, her in this kitchen, her in this house, her with me, and me wondering what on earth I did to get so damn lucky.
She places the glass in the sink when she’s had enough, and then she blushes as she says, “I guess I should go and get dressed.”
But as she’s about to walk away, I gently grab her arm and say, “Or not… if you don’t want to, that is.”
“Are you asking me to stay the night, Caleb?” she says playfully whilst batting her eyelashes, and a smile breaks out on my face.
“I guess I am.”
“Well, in that case, let me just go and phone Gran and tell her I won’t be home until tomorrow.”
Pure fucking elation. That’s what it is. And it feels fantastic.
“Don’t be too long,” I say in a low voice as I move towards her, caging her against the worktop with my arms either side of her. “If I’m keeping you all night, then you better expect to be surviving on caffeine tomorrow at work.”
“Oh, I was counting on it,” she says with a wink, before she ducks and dips under my arm, the sound of her chuckling as she disappears from the room echoing around the kitchen.
And just like that, all of my worries are pushed to the side once again… until tomorrow.
ChapterTwenty-Nine