Flawless Desire

I gasp, braced against the wall, taking every thrust. He grips my hip punishingly hard, pumping into me, over and over again. The water beats down on us both, adding to the sensation, a dizzying rush.

Then he pulls back, and turns me to face him. “Now it’s your turn,” he growls, eyes dark with lust. He pulls us back, so he’s sitting on the low ledge, and positions me above him, straddling his lap. “Ride me,” he instructs, a sharp hand still at my hip. “Take what you want from me. Ride my cock.”

I flush red, but the invitation is too good to resist. I sink down, taking him inside me, filling myself with his thick, unyielding flesh.

Dear lord, he feels incredible.

“That’s right, baby,” Caleb growls, holding me tightly. “Feel how deep I go.”

I throw my head back, savoring every inch. Fuck, this new angle is something else, and straddling him like this, he hits places inside me I didn’t even know existed.

“God…” I shudder, clenching tight around him. “I can’t… I can’t even move.”

“Yes you can. I’ll show you.”

Caleb grips my hips and grinds me against him. The pressure hits my clit, and now the pleasure is everywhere. Fuck. I grind again, chasing that sweet friction. Raising myself up, and lowering to take him back inside me.

Caleb curses, his eyes dark. He thrusts up again, claiming my mouth with his lips as his cock pistons up inside me, thrusting his tongue between my lips, doing the same thing to my mouth with his tongue, as slowly and thoroughly as his cock does my cunt.

My breathing intensifies, becoming more and more ragged as he moves against me. I ride him faster, wanton now, shamelessly chasing my release as it builds, and coils, and slowly consumes me with need.

I whimper, loud, legs hooked tight around his hips and the friction of my nipples rubbing against his chest, almost too much, igniting the first of a thousand fireworks that pulse through me.

I tense and shudder, feeling it rise. Caleb grinds faster, thrusts deeper, and soon I’m bucking against him, coming apart, screaming his name as he rears up with a roar, pumping hard into me, so hard that I can feel it in every part of me.

I slump against him, trembling, and he holds me there against his chest, in the stream of the shower, until our breathing returns to normal.

“So, I take it you like the multiple jets?” Caleb asks, finally stretching. He’s got a wickedly satisfied grin on his face, but I guess so do I.

I laugh, easing off him. “I like multiple everythings,” I say, flirty. Afterglow is racing through my veins. I feel incredible.

Invincible.

Then my stomach lets out an almighty rumble. I flush, embarrassed, but Caleb just laughs.

“Sounds like we need to get you fed. After all, you’re going to need your energy.”

“Am I now?”

“Definitely.”

* * *

It only takesus another hour—and two more orgasms—to finally dry off, get dressed, and drive into town. Caleb takes us to a cute, vintage diner that serves plenty of coffee and some amazing pancakes.

“God, these are good,” I say, practically inhaling my plate.

“Hey now,” Caleb teases. “I thought I was the only one who made you curse in pleasure.”

I grin. “Well, you’re not in my mouth now, are you?”

It’s only after the words leave my lips that I realize just how filthy they sound. But Caleb does. His eyes darken, and he gives me a smoldering look.

“Careful now, Juliet,” he says softly, that steel in his tone again. “Or I’ll put you over my lap right here and spank you.”

I shiver in delight. He would, even in front of a crowd. That’s what makes his orders and authority so thrilling. It’s not just talk, some guy acting like a big shot, making promises he won’t deliver on.

I don’t doubt for a moment Caleb would follow through.