Page 25 of The Crush


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“You’re staring,” Caleb says.

“I am,” I agree as I grab an heirloom tomato and pop it into my mouth. “You’re incredibly sexy.”

“Am I?” he says with a knowing smirk. Not cocky, just mildly curious.

I nod. “Gets me hard.”

Caleb’s blue gaze flies to mine and he leans over the counter, catching my mouth in another kiss.

“Good,” he whispers, smiling as I try to hook my fingers behind his neck and pull him into me again. He’s too quick, and I miss.

“Tease.”

“You like it.”

I laugh. “I do.”

I get up from my seat and go to the other side of the kitchen counter, pressing myself against his back and angling my face alongside his so my cheek is against his. I make sure to move my hips just the tiniest fraction so he can feel my erection trapped between our bodies.

Caleb’s breathing is getting louder in the otherwise quiet kitchen.

“Payback?” he asks.

“No.” I shake my head slowly. “Just wanted to feel you.”

He turns around so quickly that I don’t have time to react before he’s facing me, eyes roaming over my face as he traps my hips in his large palms and pulls me flush against him. His mouth slams into mine, ravenous and demanding, and I wrap my arms around his neck, because everything he has to give? I want it. The kiss starts out scorching hot and escalates into an inferno that wraps me up in flames and swallows me down.

We scramble to get closer to each other, hands grappling for purchase and bodies pushing into each other with an almost violent fervor. Once again, I find myself easily flipped around and my ass pushed against the counter.

His lips latch onto my neck, and he sucks until I feel how much he wants me in my bones. My hips rock forward, searching for friction, and Caleb’s palms find their way to my ass, pulling me against him until our hard cocks line up against one another.

“Is this the surprise part?” I pant.

“This is the appetizer.” He rubs me through my pants. “I make a mean appetizer,” he whispers.

He lets go of my hips and swiftly sinks down on his knees. He deftly unbuttons and unzips my pants, and he maneuvers them down my legs, leaving me standing in my boxer briefs. My fingertips are clutching the edge of the counter, eyes locked on Caleb as he strokes me through the thin layer of material. My dick gives a twitch at the light, teasing movements of his hand.

“I can’t wait to get a proper taste,” he murmurs, circling the head of my cock and smiling at the wet spot that’s rapidly forming.

“Do it,” I rasp, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I wait for his next move.

“Nuh-uh.” He hums. “In the kitchen, good things take time.”

He looks up, a wicked glint making his eyes burn before he drags his nose from the root of my cock to the tip, and just as I’m about to congratulate myself on how I manage to stay upright through this torture, he turns it up a notch and flicks his tongue over the tip of my cock. The fabric is still in the way, absorbing some of the impact, which is probably the only reason I’m still vertical.

Swear words bubble up in my throat, but I’m panting so hard they don’t have room to escape.

Caleb pushes his thumbs under my waistband and drags the underwear down. My cock pops free, and it’s pretty impressive how much pleasure I can get from the hungry expression that appears on his face at the sight of my glistening dick.

He nudges my feet wider and lowers his head. The first kiss lands on the inside of my thigh. I don’t think I can take this without embarrassing myself, but Caleb doesn’t know that, so he’s not going to stop. Instead, he drags his tongue upward over the lower part of my hip bone, before he opens his mouth and swallows down the tip of my cock.

The string of curses escapes as he sucks and licks and does everything that drives me wild as if he’s been practicing on me for years.

He rubs the tip of his tongue against the lower edge of my crown. A trickle of saliva runs down the side of my dick, and he uses it as makeshift lube to jack me off. My pulse is hammering in my ears like somebody is beating a drum inside me. My hips keep pushing forward, trying to get closer, and I can’t really think about whether it’s polite to shove my dick down somebody’s throat or not, I just move. Based on the hums and moans that escape Caleb, he doesn’t mind, and it’s a good thing because I’m almost mindless with pleasure.

He holds my cock in his fist and digs the tip of his tongue into the slit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

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