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Caleb reaches down and takes one of my nipples between his fingers and rolls it. I gasp as longing shoots through me but I'm careful not to do anything that might cause harm to his fabulous cock.
He's getting bigger inside my mouth and I wonder how much wider I can stretch my lips.
His cock pulses against my tongue and I know he's about to come. I hum happily with his cock in my mouth, anticipating the salty taste of his seed, but instead, he pulls out.
"Wha—?" I gape at him. "Did I hurt you?"
"Oh, no, darlin'. Far from it. But, I'm not coming until you do." He takes hold of my shoulders and pushes me back on the bed. It squeaks again and though it's not the high quality bedding that I'm accustomed to, it's much better than the hard ground where we'd done it earlier.
Not that I care about any of that. At the moment, the only thing that matters is the burning need inside me. I shift so that I'm centered on the bed and then Caleb grabs my ankles and pulls me toward the bottom. He's standing at the foot of the bed, his cock level with the mattress, and my aching pussy. He pushes my feet back, bending my knees and opening me up completely to him. It's a vulnerable position and when he leans down to look directly at my pussy, I gasp and my face heats.
He gazes up at me from between my thighs. "You have a beautiful pussy, Alex." And then he leans forward and slides his tongue through my slit. He uses his hands to spread my pussy wide, his warm breath hitting all my most intimate places.
I whimper. "Oh, oh."
He fingers my clit and I rear up from the bed, my hips thrusting toward him. "Looks like you're getting close, sweet Alex." Next he puts his lips where his fingers had been and draws the hard nubbin into his mouth. I shout and pound my fists on the mattress, my hips dancing on the bed as a massive orgasm rips through me.
My head writhes from side to side and guttural sounds escape my mouth. The springs of the old mattress screech but I barely notice it because of the powerful sensations that overtake me. It's as though I've been shot to the moon and then I slowly float back down. Just as I'm regaining a semblance of my composure, Caleb shoves his thick cock into my pussy and pounds away at me. In moments, another shuddering climax washes over me like waves crashing on the shore in the midst of a storm. I'm like a tiny row boat being tossed around on the ocean, but I focus my attention on Caleb. His handsome face is contorted in ecstasy and he grabs my hips as he comes with a shout.
Our eyes meet and the storm around me calms and all that exists is Caleb. His sated expression as he looks at me fills me with satisfaction. Satisfaction of a different kind from the unequaled pleasure of our lovemaking.
We gaze at each other as we catch our breath, then he slowly withdraws and disposes of the condom before he joins me in the bed. The springs squeak as he repositions me so we're spooning, then he draws the quilt up over both of us.
* * *
ALEX
The cold wakes me up and I realize I'm alone in the bed.
Of course. I didn't even hear his beat up old truck leave, but obviously he's gone.
Just like a man.
I thought he was different. He said he thought he could care for me deeply.
But then he got what he wanted and snuck off like a fucking coward.
I don't know why, but this hurts more than I care to consider. It's happened before, humiliating though it is to admit, but then I knew it was because whatever asshole I'd mated with had only wanted to say he'd bedded Xandra, the single named pop star worth millions.
So why did Caleb leave?
It stabs at my heart. I can't even blame my superstar persona for a man abandoning me.
I roll over and bury my face in the pillow. The damned bed squeaks again and I decide that I need to contact the handyman and have him oil it, but the handyman is Caleb.
This is just the way things always go for me.
Tears well up in my eyes and I shove my face into the pillow, fighting back the waves of hurt and humiliation.
"Hey, buttercup." I startle and roll over to look toward the doorway. An irrational amount of relief and happiness washes over me. "I made us a snack."
Caleb, wearing only his jeans, is carrying a tray. He sets it down on the nightstand and I see that it's got two plates filled with Eggo frozen waffles smothered in butter and syrup.
"I thought you might be hungry," he says, sitting down next to me on the bed. Then he turns to look at me and his brows furrow.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asks. His voice is so soft and tender, the tears that had been threatening fell for real.
He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and peers into my eyes. "Please," he says, "tell me what's wrong. This can't be over the waffles."
