by Eden French
James poked his head into the room.
“There you are,” he said. “Heather and Essie were wondering where you were.” He looked over at Zev. “Where’s Calen? I thought you were with him.”
“Oh, he had to deal with something at the party,” Celeste said casually, though her insides were about to combust. “Speaking of which, I am more than ready to have a good time. Work is over. I promise.”
Celeste smiled at James and folded her arm through his. She looked back at Zev who was silently standing in the den.
“I’ll see you out there,” she said, still shaken by what had almost happened, what she was begging him for.
She followed James’s lead out of the room as he escorted her back to the party, looking back at the last second to see Zev still eyeing her like a predator eyes prey.
* * * *
Calen was visibly relieved to see Celeste enter the living space on James’s arm. Normally, he wouldn’t be thrilled to see any girl he was interested in on the arm of another man, but in this case, it was the best possible outcome.
Still, the question begged. Where was Zev? What happened between them when he left the room? Hopefully nothing, but he wasn’t so sure. He noticed how Celeste looked at Zev.
Calen chided himself. What was his problem? It was obvious there was something between the two. Why was he adamant about forcing himself into the picture, to create this volatile love triangle? He knew better than this, Zev was his friend. And still, he felt pulled to Celeste. He was sure she was attracted to him, too. She just needed to have all the information before making a decision. It was the decent thing to do, right?
Calen knew he was trying to convince himself he wasn’t doing anything wrong, justifying his behavior like this. It didn’t seem fair to try to confuse Celeste by giving her his attention, but what kind of girl would Zev want? Would he be satisfied with someone who was so easily swayed by another? Calen determined if Zev was the man she truly wanted, then she wouldn’t be deterred. She would slough off Calen’s attempts soon enough.
And if she didn’t? Well, then maybe, Calen had a chance after all. He smiled as he watched her talk with her friends by the pool table. Finishing up his conversation, Calen excused himself and walked over to the group where he saw Celeste standing.
“Are you having a good time?” he asked, leaning over to speak in her ear. The music wasn’t blasting, but it was loud enough to miss some conversation if you weren’t paying attention.
Celeste smiled when she turned to meet Calen’s eyes.
“Definitely,” she replied. “You guys always throw out all the stops for parties? Live music out back, a DJ inside, full bar, food…kinda impressive.”
“SAE takes our parties very seriously.” Calen gave her a sly smile. “You wanna go somewhere to talk? It’s getting kind of loud.”
“Sure, I’ll just let my friends know.” Celeste bent over to the taller girl who sat on the edge of the pool table and whispered something in her ear. The girl looked around Celeste at Calen and narrowed her eyes, then nodded to Celeste.
Celeste approached Calen and took his hand.
“You know some place quieter?” Her voice was loud in his ear. He felt her hot breath on his earlobe and shuddered. Calen nodded and led the way out the back patio to the pool house.
The indoor pool was a throwback from the seventies. Due to liability issues, SAE was only allowed to open it for parties twice a year, and both times they had to employ a lifeguard. Lucky for Calen, the president’s keys also included a key to the pool house. He was the only person with it, save for the house landscaper.
He felt Celeste standing close behind him as he pulled the keys out of his pocket. His hands trembled a bit as he slid the key into the lock and opened the door, holding it for her.
Celeste walked into the pool house without hesitation. She stood a few feet in and watched Calen as he closed the door and locked it behind.
“I can leave it unlocked if you want,” he said, quickly realizing his actions might be construed as hostile or creepy, at the very least. He turned to unlock the door.
“No, that’s fine,” Celeste replied. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. If you were a threat, you would have done something already. Besides, my friends know I’m with you, so if any funny business did happen, you’d be suspect numero uno.”
She took a few steps toward Calen.
“You, on the other hand,” she said her voice low, raspy. “Does anyone know where you are? Who you’re with?”
Calen’s heart pounded as Celeste took a few more steps toward him until she stood inches from his face. With her heels on, they were closer in height. Calen tried to clear his throat but found it was quite dry.
Celeste brought her hands up to the thin tie he had wrapped around his neck.
“I see you’ve been practicing,” she said as her fingers played with the knot.
Calen felt his body clench in response and waited for Celeste to take things further.
Chapter Seven
Celeste eyed Calen like a piece of meat. At first, her instinct was to fight against the feeling, to push the desire aside. This wasn’t how proper young women should act. Was this how she should act? But, why not? She was young, single, not in any sort of relationship whatsoever—why shouldn’t she pursue her desires, especially if she were safe about it.
Celeste’s mind flitted to the protection tucked safely in the small pocket she had sewn into her dress. Heather had insisted.
“Celeste, it’s 2017, surely you can’t expect to be in a situation where protection isn’t needed,” she had said, holding the foil packet out for Celeste to take. “You have to be smart about these things.”
“Heather, I’m not going to have sex tonight. I’m not really into one-night stands,” she had insisted.
“Well, then there’s no harm in slipping this into that little secret pocket of yours, is there?” Heather retorted, practically shoving the foil packet into Celeste’s hand. “You can give it back to me with a big I told you so at the end of the night, okay?”
Not wanting to continue the argument any further, Celeste had taken the small square and tucked it into her dress.
Now, a tightness between her legs made Celeste glad Heather had insisted. So much for touting one-night stands. And, who knew? It could lead to more than one night.
Celeste let out a long breath as she realized she really didn’t care what it led to after tonight. What was happening to her? She had never had such a predatory response to a guy before. Celeste tugged gently on his tie and pulled him closer to her.
Calen’s green eyes widened in anticipation, and she could smell his excitement. It drove her wild. How was that possible? A strand of light brown hair fell gently over one of the green orbs, and Celeste brought her hand up and nudged it back.
His face was clean-shaven and smelled of spice. Celeste felt the corner of her mouth lift in a slight smile as she inhaled the delicious scent.
“Is there somewhere where we could maybe sit and chat for a while,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
“O-over by the chairs,” he stammered.
Celeste sensed his insides squirm as she toyed with his desire. She was quite surprised with how naturally this was coming to her. She had never been the confident, sex-teasing type before. But, there was something about this guy that drew it out of her. She wanted to play with him. She wanted him to want her before she devoured him whole.
Celeste shook her head. Devour? That had never occurred to her when thinking about a guy before. Maybe her lack of dating prior to this had a part in her intense need and attraction to Calen. She made a note to make dating a more regular part of her life. She couldn’t go around denying herself male companionship for this long again. It had turned her into some sort of siren.
However, for tonight, it was too late to stop. Celeste had already made her decision, and Calen was going to be the beneficiary of her sexual drought. She led Calen by th
e tie over to a group of lounge chairs positioned in the corner near the south side of the pool.
“Celeste,” Calen said. “We can just talk. Honest, I swear, I’d be happy to just get to know you better.”
Celeste looked over her shoulder. How sweet. “But, I wouldn’t,” she growled. “Don’t tell me you’re not attracted to me. You said yourself you thought we had a connection. Well, let’s see how strong that connection is.”
Celeste turned and pulled Calen to her body. She felt the muscles of a seasoned athlete underneath his clothing as they pressed up against her. Calen’s strong hands wrapped around her waist and she felt his grip squeeze tight around her hips as he held her.
“Aren’t you curious? To see how this feels,” Celeste whispered as she arched her back, pushing her breasts against Calen’s chest.
Calen caught his breath and held it for just a second.
“Oh God, yes,” he said when he finally exhaled. “Since the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted you.”
“Then have me.”
Calen’s mouth crushed against her lips. Celeste felt his need as it seeped from his body into hers. It was hot and thick. It urged Celeste to offer more of herself to him. She opened her mouth up for him to explore. Calen took the invitation. He thrust his tongue into her warm mouth.
A small moan escaped Celeste’s throat as Calen moved from her mouth to her neck. His lips were hot against the soft skin. Each one left an imprint in Celeste’s psyche. She brought her hands up to his hair and ran her fingers through it grabbing a handful of it at the base of his head and pulling slightly.
Calen gasped at her aggressiveness. Her belly contracted at the sound, and she wanted him more. Celeste knew Calen was hers to do with as she pleased. The power was intoxicating. She pulled him back further by the hair until she could look in his eyes.
Though shadowed by the darkness of the pool house, Celeste could easily make out his features. His smooth suntanned skin looked like caramel candy. Celeste fought the urge to lick it. Instead, she smiled and led him over to sit on one of the loungers.
Pushing him back so he was lying down, Celeste crawled over until she hovered above him. She tugged her dress up a bit, giving her access to spread her legs just enough to straddle his thighs.
Sitting atop Calen, Celeste was able to see her prize laid out before her. With careful hands, she untucked Calen’s shirt and began the slow task of unbuttoning it. She could feel his hardness through his pants against her thigh as she took her time, teasing the desire out from him.
* * * *
Calen was all the more ready to play along. He watched, his eyes glazed over in awe, the beautiful angel undressing him. His hands found their way to her hips and rubbed and squeezed them, pulling her down so he could feel her press against his cock. She tilted her hips just enough to rub against his length, forcing Calen to close his eyes in a momentary lapse.
He had never wanted someone so much in his life. She felt soft and amazing and completely dangerous. He couldn’t wait to have her lips again. They tasted of lemon, her mouth, sweet jasmine, and it drove him to the edge.
“Come here,” he urged trying to bring her mouth down for a kiss.
“Not yet.” She smiled as she finished his shirt. Spreading the fabric open, her eyes hungrily took in his torso.
Calen hardened further. He felt like he would burst.
“You’re beautiful,” she said as she rubbed her hands over his muscled chest, her thumbs caressing each of his nipples and exploring his defined abdomen. “You have a beautiful body.”
Calen looked at this girl, this amazing specimen of a woman hovering over him, and tried to steady his breathing. No such luck. He couldn’t believe this was happening.
“I want you to touch me,” she said between breaths. “I want your fingers inside of me.”
Calen’s jaw dropped. His heart picked up pace. He felt his desire grow, and his want for this woman exponentially increase. Never had he been with a woman so comfortable with who she was, comfortable to say what she liked, say what she wanted.
* * * *
Celeste watched him process her request. She had never behaved in such a manner before, but there was something about Calen that made her want to do things never before considered. She eyed him with care as she realized perhaps it wasn’t Calen causing her to behave in such a way. Perhaps, the change was inside her. Perhaps, this was who she really was, and she had been waiting for just the right moment to set her true self free.
Celeste waited a moment more before she felt Calen’s hand begin the journey down her hip and around her leg. His thumb rubbed back and forth along the inside of her thigh. Good, he was in no hurry. She watched his face and knew he was taking his time enjoying every curve of her body.
Celeste grew hot in her core. She felt her pussy grow wet with need and squirmed under Calen’s touch. When he made his way under her panties, she almost broke.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she purred loudly.
Calen responded in kind. His moan traveled through the pool house as she shifted her body and he sank his finger into her hot pussy. Celeste released a cry of pleasure as she folded over him, her mouth finally meeting his again in urgent kisses. Celeste bit and pulled at Calen’s lips with her teeth, his mouth sucking at hers.
“Oh God, Celeste, you’re so hot…so wet,” he growled through his pleasure.
Celeste’s hands rested on his shoulders, and she lifted her body to give Calen better angle to her opening. She reveled in the rhythmic in and out of his finger.
“Faster,” she ordered.
Calen adjusted his hand and slipped a second finger inside and moved faster in and out. Celeste’s body was soft and hot and moist in his hand, and she felt Calen’s cock grow to capacity. Her head swam, she was so turned on by him.
Celeste’s muscles began to tighten. From the tips of her toes to the tips of her fingers and everywhere in between, her body clenched as the orgasm began to build.
“Keep going, don’t stop,” she urged Calen.
Celeste brought one of her hands down along Calen’s body and found his erection. His cock was hard and felt amazing under her touch. She undid Calen’s pants and slid her hand inside. She rubbed her hand against his cock and felt it twitch and move under the fabric of his underwear. She wished she could have it in her mouth.
Celeste’s pussy tightened around his two fingers and she knew she was close to orgasm. She felt his erection grow under her touch, and knew he’d be unable to hold on much longer. His chest heaved as she began to move her hips up and down in time with his hand, and he opened his eyes to watch her, his green eyes foggy from desire.
My God, he’s gorgeous.
“I want to feel you come on my fingers,” he said. “I want to know that I made you come.” He brushed his fingers hard and fast inside her, her wetness dripping down to his wrist.
Celeste barely heard his words. Her head was clouded with the feeling that rolled her eyes and begged release. She felt her body’s response to Calen’s touch and ground her hips roughly against his hand as he continued to pull and push in a rhythm that grew faster and faster.
Celeste felt her insides melt. There was no sound. She closed her eyes tight and for a moment there was only her body and Calen’s as they moved together, higher and higher, growing closer and closer to the inevitable release.
Celeste’s body shuddered. The wave broke and crashed inside her, spilling her pleasure and scattering it to the farthest extremities. She gasped in pleasure and collapsed onto Calen’s body.
Calen’s head bent back as she let go. The minute she gripped his fingers with the pulsing contraction of her orgasm, Calen exploded. A moan escaped his lips and she felt him release. Though hidden beneath his undergarments, Celeste was astonished at how strong and complete his release had been.
Celeste’s body was sticky with a thin layer of sweat. Calen pulled his fingers from her and she tightened again.
“Not ye
t,” she pleaded.
Calen thrust his fingers back into her pussy and she spasmed against his hand again.
“My God,” he moaned as her orgasm hit unexpectedly.
Celeste was rattled. Was she that affected by his touch? The man seemed to have her orgasms on speed dial. She let her head fall back in exquisite exhaustion until she felt him harden once more.
Celeste lifted herself from his hand and straddled him. Placing her hands on his chest, she held herself up and pressed her pussy against the fabric that separated his cock from her. She pressed down onto it. Calen moaned. She knew it wouldn’t take much for him to come again. How was this happening? How could she elicit such a response from him?
You’re made for each other.
* * * *
Celeste rocked against his cock, her moans growing again, and he knew she was finding pleasure for a third time. When he felt her thighs squeeze his body, he looked up at her face. Her eyes fluttered, and he knew her orgasm had found her. As if on command, he came again in his pants, his cock thrusting under the weight of her body, trapped in the fabric of his underwear. He didn’t care. It was still the best orgasm he had ever achieved—by far.
When the waves had subsided, Calen brought his hands to rest around Celeste’s body, which was spent and resting on his.
Together they lay on the lounge chair motionless, save for the heaving of their chests as they tried to catch their breaths.
“Um…I hope this isn’t too forward, but I was hoping you’d be interested in going out to dinner with me sometime,” Calen said when he could speak again.
A burst of laughter escaped Celeste’s lips before she could stop it. She propped herself up on Calen’s chest and looked into his sparkling green eyes.
“Are you asking me out on a date?” She laughed again, a crooked smile spread across her face.
“Um…yeah, I guess I am.” Calen’s cheeks burned. My God, this woman could make him feel everything. He cleared his throat. “So, what do you say? Dinner?”