Authors: Carol Swan
Crying out, my eyes all but rolled back in my head as he finger-fucked me, his expression still carefully neutral, but his eyes alight with desire. I nibbled my lower lip, riding his hand until a climax tore through me. Pleasure flooded every sense, and I fell back against the wall, my juices leaking down my thighs and coating the wooden desk. I shot Ethan an apologetic look, but he seemed more interested in watching us than caring if I made a mess on his desk.
As I slowly came down from my climactic high, the tips of my fingers numb and my toes tingling, Caleb grabbed my hips and spun me around, bending me over the desk in a flash. I gripped whatever I could find, anticipating the main event at last, desperate for an actual cock to pound into me. Not that his finger wasn't great, but I needed something more… filling. I wanted to be stretched and filled, and there was no one else on this planet that I'd rather have been fucked by in that very moment than Caleb.
He kept me waiting, his hands smoothing over my bare butt, occasionally slipping under to rub my soaked pussy. I moaned, then whispered, his name. I looked over my shoulder and our eyes met, mine full of a silent plea that must not have gone unnoticed. He gave a little nod, barely noticeable to an outside observer, before sliding the tip of his cock between my legs. I tensed, worried he might try to fuck my ass instead, but all the panic vanished as soon as he gripped my hips and thrust deep into my pussy, filling me completely.
I placed my hands flat on the wall, bracing myself as he started slamming into me from behind. It was
exactly
what I wanted, what I needed, and I didn't try to quiet myself. I let my moans and cries and whimpers out unashamedly, pleased with the way Caleb's eyes narrowed as he fucked me, lost in the moment at last.
After one last sharp thrust, I felt two slick fingers working their way into my asshole. Slowly, carefully, watching for any sign of disapproval from me, he started up again, his cock sliding in and out of me in tandem with his fingers. I wanted to make a fuss on principle—I'd never let a guy do anything in
that
hole before!—but the longer he played with me, the better it felt. Soon enough, another orgasm was rising up from deep inside me, and I was filled like I'd never been filled before.
"Fuck!" I groaned, biting my lip as he fucked both my holes, sometimes together, sometimes the pace alternating. Ethan leaned against the wall nearby, watching us with rapt fascination, and I couldn't hold back a shriek when I came again. This time, I was seeing stars, my body going limp across the desk. Caleb pulled his fingers out of my ass, and instead placed both hands on my shoulders, arching me back as he slammed into me over and over again, finally spilling himself inside me.
He came with a gentle hiss, a slight puff of air, but otherwise he stayed fairly collected—what else could I expect?
"Shower time, boys and girls," Ethan announced as Caleb stepped back. He gave each of my ass cheeks a hard spank, then toddled off, still obviously a little drunk. I rose with shaky arms, a little uncertain as to whether or not my legs would hold me.
Then, just as I was fixing my dress, Caleb kissed me. It came out of nowhere—totally unexpected. I stiffened, my eyes open, then slowly relaxed against him. Soft and sweet, the kiss barely lasted thirty seconds before he stepped back and cupped my cheek. He held me there for a moment, studying me once more, and then turned and drifted off after Ethan.
I stood there for a moment, stunned, and then realized the romance reader in me was still alive: as amazing as all the screwing had been tonight, that kiss was the best part of my evening.
And I intended to make it happen again before the night was through.