One More Time - Ali Parker Page 0,51

and licked through my core.

I’d forgotten how good he was at this. “Holy crap.”

His tongue swirled around my clit, and one of his fingers slid inside me. A whirlwind of exquisite pleasure swept through me. Sparks flew behind my eyes as he licked me in another long stroke of his tongue. My chest heaved. The tension in me was already so tight I could barely breathe.

Caleb picked up his pace, the strokes of his tongue steady and sure. It was driving me wild. My hands flew to his hair, tugging at the thick strands as pure sensation overtook me.

His tongue thrust into me as my hips bucked against him, writhing under his mouth as I tried to get closer to him. The tension in me was winding so tight, I felt like I was about to snap.

My thighs started shaking, and another loud moan escaped. One more stroke of his fingers and the tension unwound in waves of euphoria as I came.

“Caleb. Oh, fuck. Caleb.” His name fell from my lips again and again as he licked me through my orgasm. He didn’t give me time to recover as he jerked me down to the floor so I was facing him on my knees. Then his hands were on my hips, and he turned me around, bent me forward, and got rid of the panties.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Tell me right now if you don’t want that.” Every line of his hard body was tense, his muscles locked. His breathing was rapid, and his voice was harsh, rough. I could tell he was still angry, but I didn’t care.

I needed him. I felt achingly empty without him inside me, and this was the only way I knew of to make him realize that I was really here. That I meant what I said and that I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Fuck me,” I breathed, reaching around to unhook my bra and then bracing myself on my elbows.

Caleb scooted up behind me, his cock nudging at my entrance. He took a deep breath, gripped my hips, and slammed in me, a deep growl ripping from his chest as he thrust home. I moved my hips against his, and he began to move. Each stroke hit me exactly where I needed it, filling me in the most perfect way.

His hips moved in a precise rhythm, never once breaking pace. He groaned and moved faster until he was pistoning into me, rubbing every nerve, every sensitive inch of skin. Heat spread through me, the tension winding tightly in my belly.

I was so close, but I needed more. “Caleb!”

“I’ve got you,” he rasped out, reaching around us and pressing the rough pad of his thumb against my clit. Circling it and adjusting the pressure until it was just right, my entire body started shaking.

My core tightened, and with one last thrust of his hips, I went flying over the edge again, soaring on mind-blowing pleasure that shattered my mind and overtook my senses as I came shouting Caleb’s name.

His low groans turned into loud moans that ran into one as he tensed behind me, rammed into me, and came with an animalistic growl.

We fell back onto the thick carpeting of Caleb’s hotel floor. A flush spread across my cheeks as I realized what we’d just done in front of a bank of windows that looked out over the whole city, even though I knew logically that no one had been able to see us.

My body was sated, as relaxed as I hadn’t been since we’d had that fight the night after Destitute’s first show. Caleb seemed relaxed too, tracing circles on my back with a lazy grin on his face.

When I’d come over to his room earlier, I hadn’t been surprised to find him stand-offish and hostile, but I knew that I wasn’t leaving without saying my piece, no matter how hard it was. There had been more than a few instances where I thought he was going to chuck me out of his room, and right at the end there, I was sure he was going to tell me to leave.

The thing was that I’d been prepared for it. If that was what he wanted, if he wasn’t ready to face the ghost of his past, I would’ve left. And I would’ve liked to think that I would’ve done it without looking back. I even had a bottle of wine and a pint or two of mint chocolate chip waiting in my fridge