Cale (Walk of Shame 3)

By the time we pull up at my house Riley is practically sleeping in her seat. She slowly straightens and looks out the window while rubbing the back of her neck. “We’re here already?” She unbuckles her seatbelt and turns to me as she stretches. “Sorry if I dozed off. I got stuck at work longer than expected. I guess I’m a lot more exhausted than I thought.” She rubs her neck again. “And sore. Ouch.”

I smile at her and gently touch her bottom lip. “No worries.” Hopping out of my truck, I hurry to Riley’s side before she has a chance to open the door herself. “You don’t have to do shit for the rest of the night. I got you, girl.”

She lets out a surprised squeal as I reach in the truck and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder. “Cale!” She grabs onto my shirt and laughs. “What are you doing?”

I slap her ass and start walking for the door. “Stop squirming. I told you that you don’t have to do shit for the rest of the night. Did you think I was joking?”

She places her hands on my ass and pushes up as I walk through the door and shut it behind us. “Well, I didn’t think that included walking.” She looks up at me, and smiles after I toss her on my bed. “What . . . are you going to undress me for the night too?”

I lift my eyebrows and look her in the eyes as I crawl onto my bed and hover above her. “Yes,” I say firmly. “You’ve been taking care of people your whole life. Let me take care of you tonight.”

She swallows as her eyes meet my lips. “Cale . . . you don’t have to take care of me. You don’t owe–”

I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, gently but possessively, letting her know how much I want her. I’ve waited for far too long to kiss her, and there’s no way I’m holding back. Tonight . . . she’s going to see just how fucking good my tongue can make her feel.

She lets out a moan and grips my shoulders as I run my tongue across her lips, hinting for her to open up for me.

“Cale . . .” She moans again as I press my hips between her legs. “I don’t know if we should do this . . .”

I smile against her lips and whisper, “We don’t have to do anything.” Running my hands down her sides, I kiss my way down her stomach, stopping above her jeans. “Just let me take care of you.”

Her eyes search mine for a moment, but she doesn’t say a word as I work on taking off her jeans. Slowly, I pull them down her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs on the way down, before tossing her jeans aside and gently nibbling her clit through her thin panties.

She squirms and slams her head back while gripping the blanket in anticipation. “Cale,” she breathes heavily. “I don’t want to mess things up between us. You should stop . . .”

I slowly pull her panties down while looking her in the eyes. “Don’t worry about that. Trust me, Riley. You need this . . . just sit back and enjoy it.”

Before she can say anything else, I run my tongue over her clit, before gently sucking it into my mouth. The taste of her against my tongue is almost enough to make me bust my load.

I’ve wanted to taste Riley for so damn long now. I probably shouldn’t be doing this so soon, but I can’t help myself. She’s just so beautiful and tense. She looks as if she hasn’t been pleasured in a long time, and I want her to know how good it can feel to be taken care of, especially by me: her sweet Cale.

Riley’s hands wrap into my hair as her hips buck upward, begging for more, so that’s what I give her.

My tongue explores every last inch of her sweet little pussy, tasting it as if my life depends on it. I work my tongue slow at first, teasing her and making sure that she’s left wanting more. Then I speed up, fucking her with my tongue, before slipping my finger into her tight little pussy, pumping in and out as I move back to her clit.

Squeezing her hip, I pull her body closer to me while giving her just a small taste of my skills.

Her grip on my hair tightens as her legs begin to squeeze my face. “Oh God . . . Oh God . . . Cale . . .”

I suck her clit into my mouth, working my tongue and finger fucking her until she’s shaking beneath me, her pussy now clenching around my finger. Her muscles tighten so hard that it almost hurts my damn finger.

I look up at her and run my tongue along her folds one more time, before pulling my finger out and sucking her sweet release into my mouth.

Smiling at her new, relaxed state, I crawl above her and press my lips to her forehead. “Goodnight, Riley.”

Not wanting to pressure her any more than I have and make her feel uncomfortable, I help her back into her panties before heading for the door on my way to sleep on the couch.

“Goodnight,” she whispers softly. “I . . . uh . . . I’ll see you in the morning.”

I keep my cool until I shut the door behind me. “Fuck me,” I growl out.

One taste. One fucking taste and I’m ready to give her all of me. I want to bury myself between her legs so bad, but I know that moving things too fast will only ruin her.

She’s too fresh out of a relationship and too concerned about ruining things between us to be able to take that step. Truthfully, I don’t even know if she’s going to be able to handle what I just did to her. I took it easy on her tonight. Just wait until she can see how rough I can be.

“Shit . . .” I strip down to the nude and lay on the couch, knowing that I won’t be sleeping for shit tonight. My dick won’t either.

Closing my eyes, I grab my shaft and slowly stroke it to thoughts of Riley riding my hard cock. I want to feel her take it deep and hard, knowing that she’s the first to take it.

My strokes become faster as I think back to the sexy little sounds that Riley made when she came on my tongue. “So fucking hot, Riley.”

A few minutes later and I’m busting my load all over my tight abs, wishing that it were inside Riley’s tight little pussy instead.

Fuck me . . .

I’VE BEEN LAYING HERE FOR the last hour, unable to shut my mind off and fall asleep. Guilt has been eating at me, making it impossible to shut my eyes.

I should feel guilty for letting another man touch me so soon. I should feel guilty for kissing another man, and enjoying it, but I don’t. No . . . I feel guilty for not feeling guilty and knowing that there is only one reason for that: Cale Kinley.

I know without a doubt that if it had been anyone other than Cale I would feel bad for letting another man touch me. Don’t get me wrong; I still love Tyler. I mean . . . we were together for two years, so how could I not. I can’t just shut my feelings off. Of course I still care about him, wonder what he’s doing and how he’s feeling now that I’m gone.