Kaleb

by Nicole Edwards

  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.

  Chapter Eight

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  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.

  “Baby, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” Kaleb said when he tore his mouth from hers.

  She could think of a number of things she wanted him to do to her. Apparently he had some ideas of his own because he pushed her thighs apart, kneeling between her legs, staring down at her. His gaze was like a physical caress, her nerve endings reaching out for him, selfishly relishing in the admiration she saw in his eyes.

  “Touch me, Kaleb.” She moaned, unable to help herself. She needed his touch like she needed air to breathe, probably more so in that very moment.

  “Baby, I fully intend to.” Kaleb smiled down at her. “Trust me.”

  Oh, she trusted him all right. She trusted he would have her body screaming. So what was he waiting for?

  “So pretty.” He whispered as he trailed one finger down her neck, over her col
lar bone, then circling one painfully erect nipple.

  She wanted him lower, between her thighs, easing the ache that had taken up residence since the first time she felt his incredible mouth on her lips. The rest of her body felt entirely too neglected, wanting to feel his mouth in ways she’d never been fond of.

  When his tongue replaced his finger, swirling around her nipple, she bucked her hips upward, needing his touch lower. She was going to burn alive.

  Thankfully he didn’t tease for too long before he was easing lower, his broad shoulders sliding between her thighs, forcing her legs wider, the only thing between her sensitive pussy and his hungry gaze were her panties, and she was half tempted to rip them from her body just so he’d get on with it.

  He obviously had other intentions because he eased her panties to the side, using one hand to open her lips while he trailed one thick finger through the folds, teasing her clit only briefly.

  Zoey had never been into oral sex, never found enough pleasure in it to need it, but with Kaleb, just his heated stare was enough to have her pussy clenching, her juices preparing her for the invasion she ached for. When he used his tongue to separate her wet folds, she bucked off the floor.

  Too much. Oh, God, it was too much.

  “Easy, baby.” Kaleb crooned. “Let me taste you.”

  She wanted to beg him to hurry, unsure how long she’d be able to last with him torturing her clit with the soft, warm flicks of his tongue. But she did as he instructed, she tried to relax, tried to enjoy the sensations that short circuited her body as he began to lick her, suckling her clit, before going lower, his tongue pushing through the sensitive flesh of her pussy. When he thrust his tongue inside, she cried out.

  “You’ve got such a pretty pussy.” His words lit her up like a pyrotechnics show, the glorious colors flashing behind her closed eye lids as she let the pleasure take over.

  “So pink.So soft.” He continued to mumble the words while she moved closer and closer to the brink, gripping the razor sharp edge as she tried to hold on.

  With her eyes closed, her body begging for that little bit that would send her over, Zoey sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, trying not to beg. When he thrust one thick finger inside her pussy, using his mouth to suckle her clit, her orgasm detonated, her muscles locking painfully as the sudden, intense buzz raced through her.

  “Kaleb!” Screaming his name, she mentally reached out to him, praying he would catch her if she didn’t stop freefalling into the abyss.

  “I’ve got you, baby.”

  Suddenly he was closer, his breath against her ear, his rich voice easing the fear that she wouldn’t come back to herself. He kissed her softly, his warm lips a lifeline that she latched onto, wrapping her weary arms around his neck. Her body was so overcome with emotion; she fought back the tears, scared of what would happen if she opened herself up more to this man.

  With her arms around Kaleb’s neck, Zoey held on as he lifted her from the floor, wondering whether he was actually picking her up or if she was just floating because either way, it was a welcome relief from the onslaught of sensation that she was succumbing to.

  “Zoey.” Kaleb said her name and she forced her eyes open as he laid her on his bed, his immense body coming over her. “I need to be inside you. I need to feel you.”

  She needed to feel him too. She met his eyes and the smoky blue depths swirled with something she had never seen before, mirroring the emotions racing through her.

  Oh, God. She was in trouble here.

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  Kaleb wasn’t exactly certain what was going on, but something had come over him, something stronger than even his need for this woman. Maybe it was possessiveness, an overwhelming urge to protect her, but he was swamped with emotion.

  It might’ve started when they walked through his front door, or it might’ve started when he deposited her on his bed, either way, he couldn’t fight it. Zoey was the only woman he’d brought back to his house since Regina, the only woman who had ever been in this bed, and the need to own her, to possess her – mind, body, and soul – was quickly becoming an obsession.

  “Baby,” Kaleb stared down into the rich, warm blue of her eyes, felt his heart swell to the point he wondered whether his chest could contain it. “I need to feel you.”

  He wasn’t sure what he was getting at, but he had to be inside of her, had to become one with this woman because if he didn’t, he didn’t think he’d survive.

  “Do I need a condom?” Kaleb knew the answer, knew he should have never asked her, but fuck, he didn’t want anything between them. The need to feel her slick, warmth around his dick was more than he could bear.

  “No.” She said, and he wondered whether she knew what she was saying.

  “Are you...?”

  “I’m on birth control. But, what about...”

  At least she was aware of what he was asking and what it actually meant. Kaleb had never been with a woman without a condom. Never. Not even with Regina so when she told him that she was pregnant, he’d battled to understand how that happened, never even remembering any mishaps with the condoms he religiously wore. With Zoey, he almost didn’t care, but he would never make a decision for her.

  “I’m clean. I’ve never had sex without a condom. Always been safe...” He began to mumble, unsure whether he was trying to convince her or him. Aligning their bodies, he tilted her chin, pressed a soft kiss on her lips. “Are you sure?”

  Gripping his chin with her tiny fingers, she whispered, “I’m sure, Kaleb.”

  Kaleb gripped the base of his cock, sliding the head against her slick opening before pressing against her. Zoey’s body opened for him, gripping the head of his cock as her muscles relaxed enough to push deeper. She was so fucking tight, so hot. Skin to skin, it was the most intense pleasure he had ever known.

  “Awww, baby.” Kaleb whispered, the sheen of tears in her eyes nearly his undoing. He had no idea when he’d become so emotional. When he told her that he wasn’t gentle, that he couldn’t give her sweet words, he’d apparently been lying because with Zoey, he wanted to do that and more. Making love to her was the closest to heaven he’d ever been.

  “Please.” Zoey begged. “Kaleb.”

  He knew what she was feeling because he was consumed by it. Pressing his hips against hers, he buried his cock to the hilt, sucking in air as the flames licked at his balls. The warmth of her body embraced him; the soft clamp of her muscles gripped him, pulling him deeper until they were one.

  Brushing her hair back from her eyes, he pressed his mouth to hers as he began a gentle rocking of his hips. Her pussy enveloped him, like a velvet fist, squeezing until the pleasure mingled with pain. She was tight, warm and wet, and he was battling his own need to come.

  Pushing up on his forearms, he was able to retreat from her body before pushing back in, deeper than he thought possible. Her legs wrapped around his hips, trying to pull him closer when he would have pulled back. The friction sent shards of pleasure bolting through his cock. Unable to keep his movements slow and sweet, Kaleb let the need take over.

  Pumping his hips, he began a furious rhythm, thrusting harder, faster, deeper until Zoey was meeting his, their bodies slamming against one another.

  “Harder.” Zoey moaned, and Kaleb let go.

  Pushing up onto his knees, he pulled her until her ass rested against his thighs, his cock angling deeper, her knees bent against his sides. He gripped her thighs, holding her to him as he slammed into her over and over until his brain became fuzzy, his orgasm threatening.

  “Come for me, Zoey.” He insisted, needing her to come before he wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer.

  Zoey’s pussy clamped onto his cock when she screamed his name, her fingernails digging into his forearms and her head thrashing back onto the pillow. It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen, and it ripped his release from him, his cock pulsing deep inside the warm depths of her body.

  It didn’t take much to realiz
e that this one woman, his best friend had just changed him in inconceivable ways. From this moment forward, Kaleb knew he’d never be the same.

  If only he knew what to do about that, he might just be able to sleep.

  Chapter Nine

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  Zoey woke slowly, the warmth pressed against her back bringing her out of a deep, dreamless sleep. Kaleb. She could hear his soft breaths; feel them against her neck where he cuddled up against her. A graphic visual of the night before flashed in her mind and a heated blush crept over her skin. The way the man had played her body should’ve been illegal.

  What she had thought would be rough and hungry had been gentle and sweet, though just as intense. Her body still burned for him, needing something she hadn’t received the night before. The way he made love to her had been better than she even imagined, but the hunger still tore at her insides, the driving ache still throbbing between her thighs.

  Rolling over, she turned so that she was facing him, trying not to wake him, but wanting nothing more than to touch him again. When his eyes opened, piercing her with the vivid blue glow that she’d remembered from the night before, Zoey’s womb spasmed.

  “Morning.” He said gruffly.

  Zoey merely smiled, using her hand to push the blankets down. It was getting warm, and she knew it didn’t have anything to do with blankets and everything to do with the way this man heated her from the inside out.

  “What’s that look for?” Kaleb asked, a gleam in his bright eyes.

  Still not speaking, Zoey pushed herself up, kneeling on the bed until she straddled his hips, grateful for his morning erection because she needed to feel him again. Stroking slowly, she kept her eyes trained on his face, watching as she sought to bring him to the edge.