WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!
Chapter 16: Caleb
I couldn't stop watching her. The way her body moved beside me, the dim streetlights caught her laugh, the way her hair fell over her shoulders like a curtain of silk.
Everything about her was magnetic, like she was pulling me in without even trying. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, feeling my cock throb just from the way her hand rested on my thigh.
Megan was still buzzing from the dinner, her cheeks flushed with alcohol and adrenaline, her lips slightly parted as she leaned back in the seat, eyes half-closed.
She was beautiful, and she didn't even know it. Or maybe she did, but not in the way that made her arrogant. She had this natural, effortless allure that made it impossible to look away.
And fuck, I didn't want to look away.
The city lights passed in a blur as I drove, but I wasn't even paying attention to the road. I could feel the heat between us growing, thickening the air inside the car.
Her fingers drummed lightly on my leg, close—so fucking close—to where I was already hard as a rock. Every little touch, every accidental brush of her hand, sent a jolt of electricity through me, making me crave her more.
She was laughing softly, her head tilting back as she talked about something I wasn't quite catching. Honestly, I wasn't listening to the words anymore. I was too focused on the sound of her voice, the way it made my blood hum.
"God, tonight's been… good," she said with a breathless sigh, glancing at me with those wide, dark eyes that were still slightly glazed from the alcohol. "Better than I thought it would be."
I smirked, not taking my eyes off the road. "Yeah? You having fun?"
She giggled, biting her lip as she leaned in closer, her hand sliding up my thigh a little more. "So much fun, Caleb. You're such a good boy for taking care of me tonight."
My grip on the steering wheel tightened at her words. Good boy. Fuck, that did something to me. The way she said it, playful and teasing, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
I could feel my blood rushing south, and my cock straining against my pants.
I turned onto a quieter street, the lights dimming as we moved away from the bustling part of town. Megan didn't seem to notice—or care—where we were going.
She was too caught up in the moment, lost in the haze of the night. And honestly, I wasn't in any hurry to get home either. I wanted to savor this, to drag it out as long as I could.
But the moment I pulled into the driveway, my house looming in front of us, she blinked in surprise, sitting up a little straighter.
"Wait," she said, glancing around. "This isn't my place."
I parked the car and turned to her, giving her a slow, deliberate smile. "Nope. It's mine."
Her eyes widened, and then she laughed, light and carefree. "You sneaky bastard."
I shrugged, playing it cool even though my heart was beating like a drum in my chest. "I figured you'd want to reward me properly for being such a 'good boy,' right?"
She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Oh, is that what this is about? You think you deserve a reward?"
I leaned in, my breath brushing against her ear as I whispered, "More than you know."
The way her breath hitched, the way her body reacted to the closeness, told me everything I needed to know. She wanted this as much as I did. She was just as lost in this moment, just as desperate for what was about to happen.
Without another word, she unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed open the car door, stepping out into the night air. I followed her, my eyes glued to the curve of her hips as she swayed toward the front door.
Fuck, she was driving me insane, and she knew it.
We barely made it through the front door before the frenzy started. The second the door clicked shut behind us, Megan spun around, her hands grabbing at my shirt, pulling me toward her.
Our mouths crashed together, her lips feverish against mine, hungry and desperate. I could taste the remnants of alcohol on her tongue from our dinner, sweet and intoxicating, and I groaned into her mouth, my hands roaming over her body like I couldn't get enough.
Clothes started coming off in a blur of movement. Her dress slipped down her shoulders, and I yanked it the rest of the way off, tossing it somewhere behind us. What a waste, the white dress is beautiful, I thought but didn't care.
She was left standing in just a nipple tape and her skin glowing in the dim light of the hallway.
I didn't even bother with my shirt—just ripped it over my head and crashed my lips back to hers, my hands gripping her waist, pulling her flush against me.
Our bodies rubbed against each other, so wild and hot. She melted into me, and I clung onto her like she was my lifeline.
We stumbled through the house, barely making it to the living room before she shoved me down onto the sofa, straddling me in one swift motion. My hands immediately flew to her hips, holding her steady as she ground down against me, her heat pressing into my cock through the thin fabric of my pants.
I could feel how wet she was, even through my clothes, and it drove me fucking wild.
"Fuck, Megan," I groaned, my fingers digging into her skin. "You're gonna kill me."
She giggled, leaning down to press her lips to my ear, her voice soft and teasing. "I thought you said you were a good boy, Caleb. Good boys don't complain. They follow instructions."
I laughed, breathless and strained. "Then fucking reward me."
Her eyes darkened, and without another word, she reached between us, undoing the button of my pants and pulling down the zipper. The relief was instant as my cock sprang free, hard and aching.
She looked down at me, her lips parting slightly as she took me in, her gaze filled with something primal, something raw.
She didn't waste any time.
Holy fuck.
I watched, like a puppet in strings as she moved over me and sank on my cock.
The sensation was overwhelming, her tight, wet heat enveloping me inch by inch. I let out a strangled groan, my head falling back against the sofa as she took me all the way in, her body fitting perfectly around mine.
I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her breath hitching as she adjusted to the size, and it was everything I could do not to lose it right then and there.
She started to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rode me. Every movement sent a wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I could barely think straight, barely breathe.
The feel of her, the sight of her—her head thrown back, her hair falling in messy waves, her lips parted in soft gasps—it was fucking beautiful.
"God, you feel so good," I muttered, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements as she picked up the pace. "So fucking tight."
She moaned in response, her pace quickening as she leaned down to kiss me, her lips hot and desperate against mine. I kissed her back just as fiercely, my hands sliding up her back, pulling her closer, needing more of her, needing all of her.
But then, she stopped.
"Fuck," I breathed, my heart pounding as I realized what she was about to do.
She looked up at me through her lashes, and slowly, very slowly, got off me with a wicked smile on her lips as she wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking me slowly. Her touch was light at first, teasing, and it drove me fucking crazy.
"You've been such a good boy tonight," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "I think you deserve a real reward."
Before I could respond, she leaned forward and took me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles. The tip of her tongue brushed against my pre-cum.
I gasped as I held onto the sofa for dear life. My legs twitched, my grip tightening as she took me deeper.
"Oh, hell…" Breathless, I stopped myself from plunging into her mouth. She hummed, the vibrations of her throat hitting my cock so good, I could die from a heart attack.
I let out a strangled moan, my hands gripping the sofa stronger as her mouth worked over me, taking me deeper, her throat tightening around me as she swallowed me down. The sight of her on her knees, her lips stretched around my cock, was enough to make me lose my fucking mind.
"Fuck, Megan," I groaned, my hips bucking up involuntarily. "You look so fucking good like that."
She moaned around me, her hand pumping the base of my cock as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper each time. I could feel the heat building in my stomach, that familiar pressure coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of her tongue, every flick of her wrist.
She was relentless, her mouth working me over with a determination that was both maddening and fucking perfect. Her mouth was magic.
"Shit," I muttered, my head falling back, my fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked me harder, faster. "I'm gonna—fuck, I'm gonna come."
She didn't stop. If anything, she doubled down, taking me as deep as she could, her throat tightening around me as she swallowed, her tongue pressing against the sensitive spot just beneath the head of my cock.
That was it. That was fucking it.
With a low growl, I came hard, my body trembling as the pleasure ripped through me, wave after wave crashing over me. Megan didn't pull away, didn't stop. She took it all, swallowing me down like she couldn't get enough, her mouth still working me through every last pulse and down to the last drop.
By the time I came down from the high, she was looking up at me, her lips swollen, her eyes dark and satisfied.
"Good boy," she whispered, her voice soft and teasing.
I couldn't help but laugh, breathless and spent.
"Fuck, Megan," I muttered, pulling her up onto the sofa with me. "You're going to ruin me."
She giggled, curling up against my chest, her body warm and soft against mine. "Maybe," she whispered, her lips brushing against my neck. "But you'll like it."