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“Are you ready?” His broad, slick cockhead pushed at my hole.
I nodded, but my body wasn’t so sure and I clenched hard.
“It’s okay. I’m going to go slow. Just a little bit at a time. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.” I forced myself to loosen. “I’m ready.”
He pushed forward and popped through my outer ring. This was the worst part. When my body instinctively tried to force him out. Being on my back and with my eyes closed was disorienting and kept me in a state of awareness that made it impossible to fully let go and relax.
“There you go, G. That’s half of me.” He mindlessly stroked my cock, which had gone partially soft. “You’re doing good.”
A grunt fell from my lips as he tunneled deeper.
“Shhh,” he soothed. “Stop thinking and just feel. You’re okay. I’m going to take care of you.”
He pushed in a bit more but my mind refused to stop spinning. Another inch. A jolt of pain shot through me. I drew in a hissing breath and fisted the sheets.
“Just a little bit more.” He sped up his strokes and tightened his grip on my cock. “Stay with me. You’re okay.”
His words were heavy, and his tone held layers of meaning. He wasn’t just telling me the pain would be over soon, he was reassuring me that I was safe and it was okay to let go and be vulnerable in front of him.
“There you go.” His breathing hitched as his thighs brushed my ass. “You good, G?”
“Yeah.” I winced and shifted. “Fucking hell you’re huge.”
He rolled his hips, pulsing in and out of me in quick thrusts. “And you take it so well. You have no idea how hot you look like this, all spread out for me. Seeing you swallowing my cock. Goddamn, G. So fucking hot.”
Strong hands gripped my hips and gently rocked me in time with him, moving us so his strokes were quick and fluid.
I clenched around him, trying to get more pressure on my prostate.
He groaned low in his chest and gripped my hips harder. “Fuck, babe. Do that again.”
I was so thrown by the endearment that my eyes flew open. Caleb seemed to realize what he’d said too because he froze. Our gazes locked.
His face was flushed, his cheeks pink from exertion and arousal. His body was pure masculine beauty and grace, but it was the look in his eyes that trapped me.
The hunger and need in them was staggering, but the flicker of affection and familiarity thrilled me as much as it terrified me. This was why I didn’t date or do casual. I fucked and forgot.
I was getting attached to Caleb, and that scared the ever-loving shit out of me.
“Close your eyes if it’s too much.” He leaned over me and planted his hands on the bed next to my ribs. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”
Why did he have to be so goddamn intuitive? No one had ever been able to read me like he could. Like he had some sort of direct link into my deepest, darkest thoughts.
I couldn’t close my eyes or look away. But I also couldn’t keep staring at him. I had no idea what the fuck was on my face, but I needed to hide it from him. I couldnotlet him see all of me.
Desperately, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and tugged him down. He landed on me hard, his bulk pressing me into the mattress. I slung my arms and legs around him, needing that physical connection while also trying to keep some semblance of emotional distance.
“Hard. Fuck me hard,” I rasped in his ear. “Let go of your damn control foronceand fuck me like you hate me.”
He let out a strangled laugh and snapped his hips forward in a punishingly hard thrust.
Yes. This was what I needed. Slow and gentle was nice, but I wanted to get fucked. Needed to.
“That’s it.” I slid one hand down to his ass and gripped it, encouragingly. “Give it to me. Make me fucking take it.”
He growled low and deep as he held me tight and fucked me harder than I thought possible.
