Flawless Ruin
He plucks me, pinching at my peaks and I moan against his mouth, arching into his hands. I’m desperate for the feeling of his hot tongue on my bare breasts. I want him to taste me.
I want him to taste me everywhere.
Caleb lets out a possessive growl, licking down my neck. His hands roam over my breasts and torso, crushing me against the wall so I feel him hard against me, his cock thick between us, making me shudder with a fresh, slick wave of desire.
He pulls away suddenly and drags a finger from my cheek to my lower lip, resting it there. My tongue slips out, tasting his finger. He lets out a ragged breath, so I take his finger into my mouth, sucking on it as I meet his gaze.
Caleb groans, a tortured noise of lust, and I feel a shot of power, knowing I can affect him just as much. But it only lasts for an instant: Then his mouth is on me again, and I’m the one melting in an inferno of desire. His tongue slides deep between my lips as his hand moves between us, hitching up my dress, reaching between my thighs and making me moan out loud even as I can’t believe we’re doing this, here.
Can’t believe I’m doing this. So wanton. So wild.
His fingers tease, stroking me through my panties as his other hand keeps me pinned in place. “Look at you, dripping wet for me.” Caleb growls, his voice thick and hoarse. “You’ve been sticky all through dinner, haven’t you? My dirty girl.”
I whimper, writhing against his hand. Needing more.
“But what if someone sees you like this?” he murmurs, teasing. He nudges my panties aside, and I moan in pleasure to feel his fingertips against my clit. Rubbing harder, delving down to dip inside me, just an inch. “What if someone strolls around that corner and sees you with your legs spread and my fingers deep in your wet cunt?”
Oh God. I look to the alley, breath coming in desperate pants. I should stop him. I should pull away before someone sees.
But I can’t. It’s just too good.
Caleb chuckles, seeing me lost to the sensation. “That’s right, baby, you wouldn’t care.” He sinks one finger deep inside me, curling it to press against that sweet spot high on my walls. “You’d come screaming for me even if there was a whole crowd to see. And maybe you’d even like that, hmm? Being on display. Showing them just how good I give it to you.”
He adds another finger, thrusting thick and full, and a cry of pleasure tears from my lips.
“Caleb!”
“Again.” Caleb growls, pumping harder. Deeper. His palm pressing my clit in time with every thrust. “Say my name again.”
“Caleb… Caleb, please!” I’m not even trying to keep my voice quiet, I’m too far gone to care. Pleasure is coiling tighter, driving me closer to the edge. “Don’t stop! Oh God, don’t stop!”
He lets out a guttural groan, burying his face in the curve of my neck as I whimper and writhe against him. I feel the sharp nip of his teeth against my skin, as he adds a third finger, thrusting, stretching me to my limit.
“Caleb!” I cry, louder, trapped in his wicked embrace, gasping and moaning against the onslaught of pleasure. “Oh my God, yes, YES!”
I break apart with a scream, pleasure slamming through me so hard I see stars. Or maybe it’s just the Rome sky above us, bathing us in light as the city continues around us, unaware of the dirty pleasure Caleb has just delivered, here in an alleyway just a few feet from the rest of the world.
I catch my breath, stunned by the force of my orgasm—and my own shameless pleasure.
I don’t know how to explain it, other than that Caleb unleashes a side of me no one else can.
And the night has only just begun.