Kaleb (11 page)

On
the impressive wood beam mantle, a couple of pictures caught her eye and she
ventured over to see them. She didn’t remember seeing them before. One was a
picture of the seven boys standing beside a sign for Walker Demolition. Every
one of them smiled brightly and the sun reflected off of their exotic blue
eyes, twinkling with mischief. They were a handsome bunch that was for sure.

Another
framed picture was of his mother and father, neither of them expecting the
camera, so they looked relaxed, gazing at one another like only two people
truly in love ever did.

The
third picture caught her eye and she almost stumbled as she moved closer. It
was of the two of them from her senior prom. It was the cheesy pose they made
you take for the photographer, but it was still overwhelming to see it sitting
right there for the world to see. Glancing back at Kaleb, he looked shy, and so
boyishly handsome, her heart swelled even bigger than it had when he’d held her
hand for most of the night.

“I
didn’t expect to see this.” She admitted truthfully.

Kaleb
took a few steps closer, pulling her against him. When the warmth of his chest
pressed into her back, her breath hitched in her throat. With his arms wrapped
around her, Zoey felt a strange sense of comfort wash over her. As foreign as
it felt to be in his arms, it was also incredibly familiar although Kaleb had never
touched her like this. The closest they’d come had been when she had been
grieving for her mother and Kaleb had been there for her, holding her while she
broke down.

“You
stole my breath that night.” Kaleb
admitted,
his voice
low and sexy.

When
she looked at the photograph, she remembered that night like it was yesterday
and not fifteen long years before. She hadn’t intended to go, not really caring
to, but he insisted it was a rite of passage and if she didn’t have a date, he
was going to take her. They’d been talking about it, and she was teasing him
that she wasn’t going to attend her senior prom. When he had asked her, she’d
been pleasantly surprised, and although it was nothing more than two friends at
a dance, she remembered that night fondly.

“Zoey.”
Kaleb whispered in her ear, his voice sounding gruff and strained.
Almost as though he were trying to hold himself back.

Turning
in the circle of his arms, she looked up and her breath caught. He looked
stricken by some unnamed emotion, clearly trying to rein in what he was
feeling. She knew how he felt because she’d been overwhelmed by a number of
emotions since the first time he kissed her just the day before. Had it only
been one day? It felt as though they’d been doing the dance leading up to this
moment for ages, not just hours.

“You’re
so beautiful.” This time Zoey whispered the compliment, using her fingers to
trace the stubble on the hard line of his jaw. Her fingers trembled as she
outlined his warm skin, brushing her thumb over his bottom lip.

Before
she could think about what they were doing, what the next step was, Kaleb
pressed his mouth to hers, stealing her soul with his kiss before he lifted her
in his arms, throwing her off balance until she wrapped her legs around his
waist, ringing her arms around his neck.

She
half expected him to carry her to the bedroom, but he surprised her when he
turned to the sofa, easing himself down until she was straddling his lap. One of
his big hands cupped the back of her head, holding her to him, his tongue
exploring her mouth as she devoured him, unable to hold back the hunger that
had been building in her all night.

Or rather years.

♂♀

Kaleb
knew he had to go slow, but it was so damn difficult when the only thing he
wanted to do was strip Zoey of that frilly dress and bury his cock in her sweet
warm depths until she was wrapped around him in every way possible. When she
brushed her soft fingers along his jaw, it was all he could do to keep from
grinding himself against her, desperate to get lost in the sensations.

He’d
waited.
Then and now.

It
felt as though Kaleb had been waiting his entire life for this moment. For the
chance to feel her, to touch, taste, explore every glorious inch of Zoey’s
sweet smelling skin.

One
night stands, Kaleb was used to. Repeated sexual adventures, he’d been there,
done that, as well. As much as he wanted to convince himself that they were in
it for one night, or even a week or two, he knew he was lying to himself. This
night was going to change his life forever, and how he proceeded would lay the
path for whatever was to come.

When
he told Zoey that he wasn’t gentle, he hadn’t been lying. He wasn’t. There was
a dark hunger that lived just beneath the surface and Zoey pushed every ounce
of his control. If he let go, if he took her with the aggressive need he felt
coursing underneath his skin, he’d risk scaring her, yet Kaleb feared he
couldn’t hold back.

Zoey
broke the kiss, leaning back until she was staring down at him. She stole his
breath, robbed him of every good intention because she was just so damn sweet.

When
her palms glided down his chest, over his stomach until she reached the
waistband of his jeans, he held his breath, anticipating her next move.
Realizing her intentions, he pushed farther into the couch so she could pull
the hem of his shirt out of his jeans. Without an ounce of finesse, he pulled
his shirt up and over his head, throwing it somewhere in the near vicinity.

When
her blue eyes darkened as they trailed over his chest, he had to bite his
tongue to hold back. Then their eyes met again, and he waited with bated breath
for her to tell him that she couldn’t do this; to tell him that they were moving
too damn fast. They were
,
he knew it. He should have
taken her home, should have left her alone for at least this night until he
could get his head on straight.

He
hadn’t done that though, and now she was straddling him, her hungry gaze
trailing over his skin, leaving a raging inferno that would bloom into a
wildfire the likes of which they’d both be consumed by.

What
she did next had him praying for patience.

Zoey
lifted the bottom of her strapless dress, raising it up and over her head,
baring more of her smooth skin to his gaze. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her
breasts spilled free before him, begging for his touch.

“Fuck.”
He growled, knowing he was at the end of his rope. Either he was about to hang
himself, or he would be freefalling.

“Kaleb.”
Her sweet voice caught his attention, and he forced his eyes back to hers.

“Don’t
hold back.” She whispered. “Not tonight.”

The
growl that tore from his chest sounded more like an animal than anything human,
and Kaleb slid his hands up her tiny waist, over her ribs until he was cupping
each glorious mound, squeezing gently as she watched him.

“So fucking pretty.”
Leaning forward, Kaleb licked her nipple and Zoey gasped, her fingernails
digging into his shoulders.

“God, yes.”
She moaned.
“More, Kaleb.
Please.”

Squeezing
more firmly, he pulled her closer until he could fill his mouth with one warm,
soft breast, suckling like a starving man. He was lost in her taste, in her
responsiveness, and when she pulled his head closer, he devoured her like the
starving man he was.

He
lavished each generous mound in turn, using his tongue to tease her nipples
until they puckered so beautifully from his touch. She was going to kill him,
the need building until he wasn’t sure he could take anymore before he plunged
into her pussy, seeking the relief that he knew he’d only ever find in her
body.

Zoey
didn’t give him a chance to do more before she slid off of his lap, right to
the floor in front of him. He knew right then and there that he would die and
go to heaven before the night was over.

“Zoey.”
He warned, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself if she did what he
expected she would do next.

When
her tiny fingers pulled the button on his jeans from the loop, then lowered his
zipper, his stomach cramped tight as he anticipated the moment when she wrapped
her soft hands around his cock.

She
smiled up at him, and he damn near lost it.

He
lifted his hips, assisting by pushing the denim down, allowing his steel hard
shaft to spring free, begging for her glossy lips to put him out of his misery.

Kaleb
was mesmerized by the sight of Zoey on her knees between his thighs, her small
hand wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking as she licked her lips.

“Put
your mouth on me, baby.” He groaned, his words coming out none too gently.

When
she sucked in a breath, he met her eyes, waiting to see whether she would run
or if she would give in to the firestorm licking at them, ready to consume them
in its fury.

“Fuck!”
Kaleb damn near screamed the word when her warm tongue met the engorged head of
his dick. He wasn’t going to last, there was no way in hell he could hold back
once she...

Holy
fucking shit.

Kaleb
gripped the cushions of the couch, holding himself back from gripping her head
in his hands and thrusting hard and fast into the fiercely hot cavern of her
mouth. 

Throwing
his head back, Kaleb closed his eyes, letting the moist heat lick at him, his
balls drawing painfully tight against his body.

“Zoey.
Baby.
Fuck. It’s too fucking good.
Just
like that.”
He was rambling, his brain overloaded with the pleasure of
having her mouth wrapped around his cock, the heat encompassing him, robbing
him entirely of all common sense, all good intention. There was nothing except
the feel of Zoey’s lips wrapped around the swollen head, her wicked tongue
licking him, his cock threatening to explode.

When
he went to move his hands, wanting to pull her closer, to control her
movements, to push farther, deeper, faster, Zoey slowed, clasping her hands
around his wrists, then holding them to the couch. He pulled his head forward,
looking down at her and he saw stars. Watching as she bathed his cock with her
little pink tongue was nearly his undoing.

She
let the head of his cock slide from her mouth. “No hands.” She
said,
a warning of her own. “I want to taste you.”

How
could he argue with that? He balled his hands into fists and pressed them into
the cushion, his thigh muscles knotting,
his
back
board straight as he tried to hang on.

“Fuck.”
Apparently she had reduced his vocabulary down to only one word with the
intensity of her lush mouth, the soft vibration as she moaned around his cock.
“It’s too good.”

Zoey
proceeded to suck, lick, drive him absolutely fucking crazy with her
explorations, and when she sucked him fully into the fiery recesses of her mouth,
he bit his lip. He was going to come. His eyes were glued to where she was
between his thighs, her small hand gripping the base of his cock, stroking in
rhythm to her head bobbing up and down.

“Deeper.”
He insisted because he couldn’t hold back. “Take me deeper, Zoey.” Fuck, she
was killing him with ecstasy. “That’s it baby.
All the way.”

Kaleb’s
fingers were going numb from where he dug them into the palm of his hands as he
tried to keep from touching her.

“I’m
gonna come in your mouth, Zoey. Suck me, baby.”

The
world exploded in bright lights and the roar of his blood in his ears when she
drove his cock deep into her mouth, the oversensitive head brushing the back of
her throat.
“Zoey!”
Her name was ripped from his
throat, sounding desperate as his release erupted, a sharp, sudden sensation
tearing up from the base of his spine, racing outward in every direction.

Unable
to control himself, he gripped her head, his fingers lacing into the fine silk
of her hair as he held her to him, spilling his seed deep in her throat.

♀♂

Zoey
sat completely still, Kaleb’s salty taste flooding her mouth as he came, his
hands gripping her head painfully hard as her body ignited in a rush of overwhelming
sensation. He hadn’t even touched her, but her body was burning, aflame from
the power that coursed through her at the realization of what she’d just done.
She’d brought him pleasure, and in turn, she had barely contained her own
orgasm. It was unlike anything she’d ever done, anything she’d ever known.

When
his still erect cock slid from her lips, Kaleb moved forward, falling to his
knees on the floor before her as he shoved the coffee table out of the way with
ruthless force. She didn’t have a chance to do anything before he had her flat
on her back, the coarse fibers of the rug tickling her skin as he came over
her.

When
his mouth met hers, she pulled him closer, although he managed to hold himself
above her when she wanted nothing more than to feel his weight pressed into
her, the warmth of his skin encompassing her.