Bad Seed

“No going to sleep,” he said. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

The mattress moved as he got on the bed near my feet. His warm kisses started making their way up the inside of my legs. My clit began to tingle. His hand caressed my inner thigh, moving dangerously close to where I wanted him to be. I spread my legs to make room for him.

“Caleb, please,” I moaned and arched my hips. “Stop teasing me.”

He chuckled at my need. Then one of his fingers slipped inside me, and another started playing with my clit. My body writhed beneath him as the tingling grew stronger. His finger moved in and out as my juices flowed. Then, he put two fingers into my hot pussy, stroking me inside until a zing that traveled all the way to my fingertips told me he’d found my sweet spot.

“Right there,” I moaned. “That’s it.”

“You’re going to come for me again,” he said with determination.

Hearing his voice sent chills through me. His kisses got further up and reached the sensitive part of my inner thigh. I took a short breath in and tried to hold still. I screamed out his name when he buried his face in my pussy, licking my clit and making me tremble. My body exploded in the strongest orgasm of my life as wave after wave of release crashed over me.

“You’re so fucking hot when you come,” Caleb said.

I opened my eyes to look at him. The room was spinning from a combination of too much drinking and crazy beautiful orgasms. My body was more relaxed than ever before. I put my arms above my head and stretched.

Caleb moaned at the sight of my body stretching before him. He pushed me further up the bed and moved on top of me. His cock slid inside me, and I wrapped my legs around him so I wouldn’t put pressure on his injured leg. He pumped in and out to the sound of our bodies slapping together. I clawed at his back while he pounded me into the headboard.

“Put your legs on my shoulders,” he demanded.

I moved my legs to his shoulders while he continued to pump into me. The change in position allowed him to get deeper. I gasped when his cock found my sweet spot. I clenched my legs together, and he moaned as my pussy and thighs tightened around him. A mind-numbing deliciousness radiated from my clit all throughout my body. The sensation took over, and there was nothing else in the world. I was right on the edge.

“I’m going to come again,” I said too loudly because I couldn’t believe it.

“You can do it, baby,” Caleb said in a sexy, breathless voice while pumping faster. “Come for me again.”

His voice sent me soaring over the edge as my pussy squeezed his cock in a powerful orgasm. I wiggled underneath him to keep him positioned just right while my pussy continued to s

pasm, and the wonderful feeling lingered. He pushed deeper into me and let loose a guttural groan. His cock jerked inside me as I felt the heat of his own orgasm fill me. He shuddered and adjusted his hips.

My body was shaking with pleasure, and he was covered in sweat. He finally collapsed, facing me, wrapping me in his arms.

I grinned and buried my face in his chest. He held me close, kissing my head and running his fingertips down my trembling spine. I passed out, still drunk and entirely satisfied. This was exactly what I needed, to finally let myself be free.

The next morning arrived sooner than I liked. The sun seeped through the curtains, blinding me and making me groan with pain. My head ached but not like it usually did. This was the unpleasant ache of a vicious hangover. I didn’t mind. It had been worth it.

Caleb and I woke up together, still clinging to each other. He grinned and kissed me until we were both ready to move. I had to work that day, so I couldn’t linger. I said my goodbyes and quickly got dressed, hurrying home to take a shower and get ready.

It wasn’t until after my shower that I realized I had a missed call from Dr. Anderson’s office. Dread flooded my stomach as I saw the notification flashing across the screen. I could barely move my fingers to check the voice mail, and when I held the phone to my ear, I was shaking so badly I thought I might never stop.

“Hi, Miss Jones,” a woman’s voice rang out. “This is Leslie from Dr. Anderson’s office. I’m calling because Dr. Anderson received your test results this morning and he’s asked for you to come in today. Please call us back at your earliest convenience so we can get an appointment scheduled as soon as possible. Thank you!”

The voice mail ended, and I stared down at my phone, still shaking. Dr. Anderson received my test results and wanted me to come in. I knew what that meant. For good news, they told you over the phone with bright voices and happy attitudes. For bad news, they insisted on seeing you in person.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - CALEB

Tara left in a hurry the next morning, but I didn’t mind. We had a therapy session scheduled for later that day, so I knew I would see her again soon. I was still flying from our night together, the memory of her begging me to fuck her still fresh in my mind. It felt incredible to be inside her again, but even more incredible to spend the entire night by her side. I never wanted to let her go, and when she left that morning, I had to fight the urge to go with her.

Instead, I spent the morning thinking about her and watching movies. My leg was starting to feel like normal again, but I knew I shouldn’t push myself too hard. I used my crutches to get around the apartment, wanting to rest my leg for PT. Tara took a lot out of me the night before. Our sex was strenuous in the best way. I wouldn’t have changed a single thing, but it did leave my leg sore.

When it was finally time for my therapy session, my mom arrived at my door to drive me. I was going crazy not being able to drive myself, but I knew it was only a matter of time. My leg would be healed soon, and then my life would get back to normal. Only now Tara would be a part of it. That thought kept a smile on my face the entire way to the hospital.

“What’s got you so happy?” my mom asked, glancing at me with a frown.

“Nothing,” I said, shrugging. “Just in a good mood.”

“Uh huh.” She didn’t believe me, but she didn’t push it. My mother wasn’t stupid. She knew how strong the connection between Tara and me was. She saw it firsthand all those years ago, and unlike Darren, she didn’t try to fight against it.