Baby Makes Three

Staying on my knees, I pressed her back onto the bed. All the blood in my body had gone straight to my cock, and the selfish side of me wanted to slam inside her and fuck her brains out. But then I would only prove that she was right about men, about sex, about fulfillment.

So instead I forced myself to use restraint, to go slow as I slid the narrow waist of her skirt over her hips and down her thighs. I was less patient when I found her tights underneath. I pressed her knees apart and ducked down, biting the soft flesh of her inner thigh through the nylon. Her entire body contracted, startling from the pleasure of my mouth, from the pain of my bite.

She was going to have to get used to that. Pleasure and pain. It was a package deal with me.

I stabbed a finger through the lining of her tights and the thin webbed material tore easily, gaping apart to reveal her soaking wet panties.

I couldn’t wait to feel my tongue explore inside of her, but I teased her first. I pressed my lips against her lace thong, and bit through the fabric.

She was panting now, and her hands were shaking from the effort of holding herself up.

“Relax,” I told her, pushing her shoulders back onto the mattress. For a second I keep my body pressed on top of her, pressing my hard cock against her thin lace panties.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked, quivering with need.

“Not yet,” I said. “You’re not ready for that.”

I pressed up the hem of her blouse, and took one heaving breast into my palm and gave it a gratuitous squeeze that was just as much for my benefit as it was hers. Then I slid back down between her thighs, which spilled open easily for me.

I hooked my thumb under the thin lace strand of her thong, plunging my fingers between her drenched lips, then I yanked the fabric down and, because I couldn’t resist her any longer, I buried my face into her perfect juicy pussy.

She was so wet that my tongue slipped easily inside of her hot folds, and she tasted even sweeter than I imagined. I lap up her excitement, filling my mouth with her juices as her back arched and she let out a moan.

“Oh God,” she panted, thrashing against the bed when I found her clit with my tongue. “Caleb, I… I…”

I bit gently onto her clit, then relieved the flash of pain by suckling softly on her lips. She pressed her hips forward, needing more, and I flicked her clit again with my tongue as I slipped a finger into her slick, tight and throbbing entrance.

And then her entire body stiffened, and she let out one final gasp before going silent. Stunned and powerless as the orgasm claimed her entire body.

I kept my fingers pressed inside of her, intensifying the hot contractions of her climax by digging my fingertip into her soft insides.

More moans escaped he lips as I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit. Her whole body began to shake and her legs clamped around my neck.

“Oh Caleb!”

I didn’t stop until I felt the orgasm leave her, and her hips sink back onto the bed. Then I stopped and let her lick the remnants of her pleasure from my fingers.

Once she had caught her breath, she turned to me.

“Now what?”

“That’s enough for one night,” I said. She needed to pace herself.

We both did.

10

DAISY

I didn’t mean to throw open the door to the headmaster’s office, but I was so high-strung that I let my nerves get the best of me. I could not remember the last time I had such a bad case of the Mondays. In the few hours since I got to Bellamy Day that morning, I had already managed to spill coffee on my work shirt, drop an entire jar of bright blue finger paint in the supply closet, and slam my fingers into the desk drawer in my classroom, which resulted in yet another blooper for the day, teaching my entire classroom of students a new vocabulary word for the week -- “SHIT!”

I blamed Monday, but I knew that the real reason that I was flustered was because I was still caught up on Friday night. I had been replaying what happened in that private room at the club with Caleb, and I could not get the image out of my head. Every time I thought about it, my entire body flushed with heat and I felt my heart start to race. I had never felt so out of control in my life. And I have never felt so connected to someone, either.

Of course I would not admit that Caleb was right. I would not concede. And I definitely, definitely could not see him again.

My mind was already racing with thoughts, and getting called into Mr. Richmond’s office was the last thing I needed.

The door clattered when I opened it, striking into the wall, and Mr. Richmond glares up with a beady set of eyes.