Poison Me Sweetly (Long Beach Series Book 1)

by Dani Matthews

  “You better be worth it, Caleb.” I know he will be, but that doesn't mean he needs to know that. Let him think I'm doubting his sexual prowess.

  His eyes narrow.

  I simply shrug and climb in. As soon as my feet clear the door, he shuts it gently before walking to the other side. I make a move to instinctively tug my hem down, then I change my mind. Two can play this game. I leave the hem where it is—far from appropriate—as I slip on my seat belt.

  Caleb sinks into the driver's side seat and starts up the car. He happens to glance at me, and his gaze automatically drops to the indecency of my dress. I hear his breath catch slightly as his lips part. I watch his lips clamp shut as he yanks his gaze from the sight of my thighs and shoves the car’s gear in reverse.

  I fight back a smile. He's kept me off balance all night, but now that I know where this is going, I'm back on solid ground. I think he wants me more than I want him at the moment, so that puts the control back in my court. Don't get me wrong, I want to screw him, because I know it's going to be crazy good. But if we don’t tonight, I know in the long run it would be for the best. All Caleb is thinking with tonight is his dick.

  The silence in the car is tense and thunderously loud as Caleb navigates his way through the evening traffic. I glance at him in the corner of my eye and his jaw is set. My eyes drop to his lap, and I see he's sporting quite the erection.

  I can’t resist playing some more. My right hand slides to the seat belt on the left side of my waist, and it slowly follows it up to where it rests across my right breast. I ease the belt back, pretending to get more comfortable as I deliberately shift in the seat, causing my breasts to strain against the thin fabric of my dress. The bra I’m wearing tonight has already pushed them to their limit, but my wiggling has them nearly falling out of the confines of my top.

  Caleb makes a strangled sound in his throat. “Sit the fuck still.”

  “The seatbelt is digging into me,” I say innocently.

  His eyes slide to mine, there's a promise within those depths that makes my body burn. “Suffer through it, and I'll make it up to you when we get there.”

  “Well, when you put it like that.” I let the seatbelt snap back in place with a little thwack.

  “I like you better when you're not drunk. I know you're messin' with me, but I like it anyway,” he says out of the blue, a smile tugging at his lips.

  “You have no idea what you're getting yourself into,” I warn.

  He glances at me briefly before he turns onto Clark Avenue. “Oh, I've heard a lot about you. People talk.”

  “Don't believe everything you hear about me, the truth is much worse.”

  “With you, I'm sure it is,” he murmurs.

  When he pulls into the apartment complex, I sit straight up in my seat. “I thought we were going back to your place. My place is off limits.”

  “I live on the fourth floor.”

  Oh. He pulls into a parking space, and then we are climbing out of the vehicle. I straighten my hem so it's appropriately decent, and Caleb settles a warm hand on the back of my waist as we cross the parking lot to the back entrance. My wedges click on the pavement, and it's the only sound between us as we slip inside. Caleb promptly leads me to the elevator.

  As soon as we are inside and the doors have slid shut, Caleb has me shoved up against the wall, his body pressing intimately against my own. His firm lips take mine in an urgent kiss as his hands cup my breasts, squeezing lightly as he re-familiarizes himself with my body. Our tongues tangle as his thumbs find my nipples through the bra. He rubs back and forth, teasing the points, and I gasp, arching my back and pressing closer. One of his hands drops to my hip, then it slides under the hem of my dress and up between my legs. When his fingers brush over my damp panties, he groans into my mouth and breaks the kiss, his breath warm against my swollen lips as he says, “I knew it,” in a low, velvety voice.

  “Knew what?” I murmur seductively as I turn my head and nip at his earlobe. My hips thrust against his hand, which still rests on my heat between my thighs. I want him to touch me. Badly.

  His eyes hold mine as he slips a finger under the edge of my panties, causing me to gasp as he carefully eases it inside me. “You've been like this all night, haven't you?” He shakes his head as his eyes grow heavy lidded with lust. “Don't know why you keep trying to deny what's between us.” His finger curves and begins to move in a rhythm that has me clutching his shoulders tightly.

  “All that's between us is good sex. For one night,” I say deliberately, though my voice is breathless from pleasure as I urge him to give me more.

  The elevator reaches the fourth floor and opens up. Over Caleb's shoulder, I see two young men standing there, waiting to step in. Their eyes turn amused when they see us and they leer. They can’t see anything, but I can feel heat rising to my cheeks. Caleb ignores them as he quickly yanks his hand out from beneath my skirt. Once he’s made sure I am decently covered again, he steps back from me, his expression coolly calm as he escorts me off the elevator with a hand on the small of my back. Neither of us speak as we walk to his apartment doorway at the end of the hall. My body is so wired that the men are immediately forgotten. I anticipate finishing what we’d started in the elevator.

  Caleb unlocks the door and gently nudges me inside. I step in and look around as he flips on the light before shutting the door behind us. The layout of his apartment is just like my own. Only his is decorated and lived in. A flat screen TV sits on one wall, just like Ace's and Jeremy's. A comfy looking couch—

  My inspection is interrupted as Caleb's lips close over mine once again, and his hands slide down to cup my ass. The kiss is slow, and deep, and even though I can feel the tension in his body, he keeps the kiss controlled. My hands slide up his shoulders when he lifts me up so that the bulge in his jeans is cradled between my thighs. Wanting to feel every inch of him, I wrap my legs around his waist and rock into him. This seems to excite him even more, because he steps forward and pins me against the wall near the door. His hips grind against mine in a rhythm that has me climbing higher and higher to what I know will be a damn good orgasm. Everything is so much more intense with him for some reason. I'm so close to coming simply from the friction of his jeans against the thin fabric of my panties. I'm breathless and gasping slightly as he continues to move against me. I’m so close… I can't help but tense slightly in his arms as my body prepares to go over the edge.

  Caleb abruptly pulls away as he unwraps my legs from his hips. I have no choice but to stand on shaky feet as I stare at him, mouth agape. What the hell? He gives me a wicked grin. “I had to work hard for this tonight. When you go, it'll be with me inside you.”

  My eyes widen while heat streaks through me at his words. I've never, ever had a guy withhold an orgasm from me before. I'm not sure if I'm irritated or turned on even more. My expression must show my thoughts, because he leans in and brushes his lips almost tenderly against my own. “It'll be worth it,” he promises in a deep voice. He presses a hand against my hip and leads me towards the back of the apartment.

  We step into his bedroom, and Caleb turns on the light. No lamps or darkness for him. I like that. I want to see every single inch of this man. I get a brief glimpse of dark curtains and a black bed before I find myself pulled back into his arms. I look up at him, expecting him to kiss me, but instead he stares into my eyes as his hands slowly run down my arms, then over my hips to the hem of my dress. He catches it in his hands and slowly begins to pull it up. I obediently lift my arms so he can slip it up over my head. He tosses it aside, and his eyes take in my red bra and matching panties.

  “Hell fucking yeah,” he breathes as his eyes darken sinfully. His eyes drop to my breasts, which are close to falling out of the balconette bra.

  The fact that a man like Caleb seems to be held enraptured by my rack is amusing. I watch as his tanned hands run over the slightly paler skin on the upper swells of my cleavage. I realize I like watching his hands tou
ch me. It makes me wetter than I already am. His head bends down, and he kisses the satiny skin where his fingers had just been before his lips run over the curves that strain against the edging of my bra. My head drops back, and I can't help but sink my hands in his dark hair as his tongue sweeps down between my breasts. He’s enjoying what he’s doing, because he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to speed things up. I feel one of his hands reach behind me, and my bra immediately falls away.

  Caleb's head lifts instantly so he can see what he's uncovered. “Mmm,” he says in appreciation before his arms wrap around me, lifting me up. I gasp and hold onto him until he gently eases me down onto his bed. He pulls back slightly, his eyes drinking me in with a gleam that could almost be called predatory.

  I know what he's thinking. I'm sprawled out across his bed, half-naked—right where he's wanted me since the moment he'd laid eyes on me earlier this evening. He's won this round, and he's damn happy about it. My eyes drop to his hips. Oh yeah, he's definitely happy all right.

  He's eerily calm as he moves to my feet. His fingers deftly unbuckle my shoes before carefully easing them off and to the floor. I can't help but prop myself up on my elbows to watch him, which in turn shoves my breasts out.

  Caleb's eyes flicker to my breasts, and something dangerous swirls in them as he eases his shirt off. My lower belly quivers at the sight of his bare chest, and all those muscles that make me want to run my tongue up their ridges. His hands drop to his jeans, and I watch with eager fascination as he undresses fully for me. Unabashed by his full nudity, he stands there for a long moment, letting me take him in. I need that gorgeous hard length of him inside me. I’m so turned on that the swollen flesh between my legs actually aches with my need to have him. My tongue peeks out and wets my bottom lip.

  That's all it takes to get him moving again. He's on me in an instant, his lips on mine, tongue deep and seeking as he kisses me, while his warm body settles on top of my heated one. A sigh of pleasure escapes me as my nipples press into his chest, and I enjoy the exquisite sensation. Caleb’s hips settle between my legs, causing me to arch into him as I feel his warm arousal brush against my still covered core. I want to move things along, because we're not going fast enough, but I also can't resist running my hands up and down his toned back. His skin is warm and smooth, and I find that I’m enjoying every single touch, no matter how small or insignificant it is. I’ve always enjoyed the male body, but for some reason Caleb’s body so does it for me. Just touching him, even if it’s along his back, is such a turn on.

  Dang, he's got a tight ass.

  My hands have slid down to his ass cheeks, and he immediately flexes for me, making me gasp into his mouth as it drives his erection against my damp panties. Then he breaks the kiss, and his lips slide down my jaw to my neck. He braces himself on his elbows as he moves lower until he can take the tip of my right breast into his mouth. Once again, my hands go to his hair as he flicks his tongue over the sensitive point before sucking on it briefly, then he’s toying with the tip again. He's determined to drive me insane with the wickedness of his tongue as he repeats his erotic ministrations. He doesn't seem rushed, even though I can feel his erection straining against my thigh. Pleasure moves all the way down to my core as he patiently moves to my left breast to give it the same care, while his hand comes up to roll my other nipple between his fingers.

  I can't hold back my moan as I arch my back, wanting more. My hips begin to grind up into his stomach, needing some sort of friction. I'm going to come. I need to so badly, because what Caleb is doing to me is pure torture. Delicious torture. I'm used to fast sex. Usually I am drunk and too impatient for foreplay and I just want to get off. Immediately. Except with Jer—ooh, so not going there right now.

  My breath comes in little pants as I rub myself against his hard stomach, seeking relief. Unfortunately, Caleb stays true to his word, immediately easing his stomach off my pelvis. My nipple pops out of his mouth as he lifts his head, and I see a smile plays at the corners of his lips. “Impatient much?”

  I freeze beneath him. I don't like being played with. My mouth opens to snap at him, but I'm shocked speechless as he moves further down my body and grabs each side of my panties. He rips them off me. “Holy shit! Damn it. You owe me a new pair of those,” I say breathlessly. They were a matching set and had cost a fortune. But I guess I can't be too upset, not when he's staring so intently at what he's just uncovered. I always take care to trim most of my curls down there but for just a small patch. From his vantage point, he can see me in all my swollen glory.

  “Ah Sparky, you're even better than I imagined,” he says lowly before he settles down and dips his tongue in my naval.

  My stomach muscles tighten, and I know what he's going to do. I don't think I can let him. That act is too intimate for one-nighters. His tongue swipes into my belly button before he nibbles lightly on my lower belly, making my muscles quiver with anticipation. I want to feel his mouth on me, but I’m not sure I’m willing to be that vulnerable. Not with him. He’s already controlling the night as it is, and he’s getting away with more than I usually allow. His lips are inching down, and he spreads my legs further apart with determination. When his lips go lower and he's almost there, I tense up. “No!”

  Caleb freezes, his mouth inches from my clit as he looks up at me, blue eye questioning.

  I shake my head.

  His eyebrows furrow. “Why would you not want me—”

  “I said no.”

  He's confused, but doesn't push. He simply nods, then eases back up over me to capture my lips. Surprisingly enough, his kiss is gentle. It's slow this time and seductive. My body is wound tighter than a rubber band, and I can't stop quivering beneath him. “Caleb,” I can't help but say against his lips, and it comes out more pleading than I want it to.

  He doesn't acknowledge the plea, but his hand does slide down my stomach to the swollen flesh between my legs. His finger brushes against my clit, and my hips immediately arch, wanting more. He ignores me as he dips a finger inside me. Ohhhh, that feels so damn good. More. I want more. I push myself against his hand deliberately. Much to my dismay, his finger eases out. That's it. I'm done with the fucking teasing.

  I bite his lip.

  Hard.

  “Fuck!” he says as he jerks his mouth from mine, eyes shocked as he gazes down at me.

  I scowl at him. “Either get in or I get out.”

  The damn man has the gall to chuckle. “You know, Sparky, most women love foreplay.”

  “Maybe when they can actually get off! Stop messing around or let me come,” I snarl.

  A grin spreads across his face. “I knew you'd be like this. All hot and pissy at the same time. It turns me on like you wouldn't believe.” I growl. His lip twitches, but he doesn't say anything as he eases off me slightly to open the nightstand drawer beside the bed. Out comes a condom.

  I'm done being controlled, and I'm done begging. I shove him off me, taking him by complete surprise as he falls onto his back, while I quickly straddle him. His dick presses intimately against my folds for a brief second, and my eyes shut briefly as I savor the feel of him. Then I snap back to reality and grab the condom out of his hand, ripping it open.

  Caleb looks amused as he slips his hands behind his head, body relaxed beneath me but for his straining erection. “I suppose this is where you think you're going to take control.”

  “I am,” I say simply. I move to sit on his thighs so I can take him in my hands. He's big, and hard, aching for release. How he has the patience to play around like he has been, is beyond me. I roll the condom over him slowly, wanting to torture him back. His stomach muscles clench, and I lift my eyes to his face to see that his jaw is tight, a telltale muscle ticking in one cheek. Once the condom is in place, I begin to stroke him with as much patience as he'd shown me earlier. His entire body is tense now, and I'm pleased that he's the one on edge now. If he wants to play games, we'll play games. But it'll be him on his back—begging. No
t me.

  One second I'm in control, stroking him with a smirk—and then the next he's got me on my back, legs pulled open. He gently begins easing inside me. I expect him to just shove himself inside like others have, but instead, he inches in slightly before his eyes lift to mine questioningly.

  I look up at him with puzzlement. What is he waiting for?

  He must find what he's looking for in my gaze, because he begins to push further in. My head drops back on the pillow, and my eyes shut as he works to ease himself into my depths. I’ve been with other guys that have had impressive dicks, but he’s the only one that’s ever been so attentive with entering me. He's all the way in now, and it feels so good. His arms settle on either side of my head, bracing his body off mine so he doesn't crush me as he carefully eases out and then back in. I feel myself spasm slightly from the friction of him moving inside me, and I fight to hold it together. It feels really good, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s likely the best fuck I’ve ever had, and I haven’t even reached a damn orgasm yet. I wait for him to pick up speed, but he doesn't. His thrusts are slow and deliberate. Almost calculated.

  “Look at me,” he orders in a strained voice. His accent is more pronounced, and once again I feel myself tighten around him. He drags in a shuddering breath above me, and I open my eyes to peer up at him. His eyes search mine as he keeps the steady pace. I wrap my legs around his hips, my body arching into his as I slip my arms around his shoulders. My heart is thrumming in my chest, and I know it won’t take me long to find my release.

  Caleb frowns at me, shifting slightly. He pulls out most of the way, then pushes back in, as if adjusting his angle.

  I tilt my chin up, trying to catch his lips with mine for a kiss, but he pulls his head back, his eyes intent and watchful as he studies me. What the hell is he doing? I deliberately arch an eyebrow. “Are we having sex or not? If you're waiting for loud moans and screams, it's not going to happen.” I'm not a screamer. I'm not loud either during sex. A little moan and soft gasp is about all I let escape if the sex is good.