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"I don't want you to feel like I'm leading you on, and I'll absolutely back off if it's too much. I just didn't expect to meet you." And now he's the one ranting instead of me. "I mean, I knew I'd meet you, eventually. As much as Ezra talks about you, I knew you were special, and I figured the next time I came to visit I'd meet you, but I didn't expect….you."
"Ezra talks about me?" I whisper, confused and in disbelief.
"Uh, don't tell him I said that," Cal says, and I'm even more confused. "That is between the two of you, and I'll just say this—give him a chance, okay? I think you could be good together."
Whoa, whoa. Pump the brakes, sir.
"Firstly, Ezra Beckett is not interested inme. Secondly, are you trying to pawn me off on your friend?" I ask, not unkindly,but truly incredulous about the direction that the conversation has taken. I'd hoped we would at least make it through one night of bliss before he turned tail.
"What? Of course not! It's just… I can't give you more than the small time I have, and I understand if that doesn't work for you." To his credit, he looks genuinely sad.
"You say all of this like we're breaking up, but I hadn't realized we were an item," I say jokingly, wanting to cut through some of the tension.
"I don't know. It sort of feels like it. To me, I guess." His voice trails off, the first glimpse of self-consciousness I've seen on this man.
“Honestly, me too.” I admit. "But I don't want to worry about that. Let's just enjoy what time we have, okay? I promise I won't feel led on when it's time for you to leave, as long as you keep me updated about when it might be happening. I'm enjoying this time with you."
"I'm supposed to fly to Dubai in nineteen days."
Ouch.
I take a deep breath, but not too deep and as quietly as possible so he won't worry about any distress. I can handle this. "It'll suck, but it'll be worth it for the short term, right?"
He looks over at me with an odd look that almost resembles respect or approval. "If you're down, I'm down. And I'll definitely make it worth your time," he says, lowering his voice.
My lips suddenly feel parched, my tongue darting out to wetthem. Cal's hand, no longer laced through my own, squeezes my thigh gently and I press them together, seeking heat or friction, or to pin his hand between them. I'm not sure which exactly.
With a quick glance my way, making sure I’m okay with what he is doing, Cal increases the pressure of his hand on my thigh, squeezing and rubbing it until my legs part. My breaths quicken and silently beg for him to move his hand higher. He obliges, running his hand up the inside of my thigh until it meets the warmth of my core. The slight brush against the crotch of my jeans pulls out a slight intake of breath, which turns into a moan as he increases the pressure. He rubs me through my jeans until my hips start to move on their own accord, seeking more friction.
Cal doesn't take his eyes off the road as he trails his hand up my torso to find the top button of my high waisted jeggings. With nimble fingers, he pops open the button and pushes the zipper down to plunge his hand down the front of my pants. I'm starting to regret my shapewear.
"Fucking bodysuit," he grunts, finding the snaps at the crotch and deftly opening it. "Pull it up," he says gruffly, and I obey. "Good girl," he says, fingers slipping through my slick folds with a moan.
His fingers spread the hood of my labia, his middle finger expertly rolling circles on my clit. Fuck, I'm so close already. Strapped in by my seatbelt, there's only so much I can move, but I find myself with my ass tilted towards the seat, riding Cal's hand as his middle and ring finger plunge into my pussy and I grind down on him.
"That's right, baby, ride my fingers. Soak my hand so I can taste your sweet cum again.”
His dirty words intensify the shiver working its way through me, and my climax builds. He's not even looking at me, he's watching the road as he pulls off the exit and into town, his jaw clenching in time with his fingers stroking inside me. We're driving down one of the main streets in town, minutes from my apartment building, but he doesn't remove his hand and I couldn’t stop the movement of my hips even if I wanted to. I fall apart at a stoplight, sobbing as my pussy pulses around Cal's fingers. I'm still trembling through the aftershocks as Cal swings into a parking spot in front of my apartment before pulling his hand out of my pants.
He holds his drenched hand against his face and inhales, then groans as he looks me right in the eye and licks each finger. A shot of adrenaline races up my spine, and he must feel it too, because before I know it, he's at the passenger side of the car, pulling me out and throwing me over his shoulders again. I'm too worked up to worry if anyone's watching, or if I’m too heavy for him to carry, but I’m thankful when I see him go for the elevator that I typically only use if I have a ton of groceries. He lets me down in the elevator, pushes the button for the third floor, and then lifts me against the wall, his pelvis grinding into me as he devours my mouth. His tongue plunges into my mouth, tangling with mine and feeding me the taste of my climax. When the elevator dings and the doors open, he carries me, with my legs wrapped around his waist, to my apartment door, pressing me against it.
Seconds or minutes of dizzyingly intense making out later, Cal grunts against my lips. "Keys."
Oh yeah, keys. We need those."Um, in my bag," I say in between fevered kisses. I try to maneuver so I can get into my purse, but Cal holds me still. He pulls the bag halfway off my arm, plunging his hand inside. "Outside pocket," I pant.
Blindly, Cal gropes around my purse until he finds my key ring. "Square," I say simply, letting him know which key to use. Luckily, I'm not one of those people that carries a ton of keys or fancy keychains. I only have my car key, my house key, and my office key. Finally, he gets the door open. In one swift movement, still holding me against his body and kissing me fiercely, he slams the door shut behind us, drops my bag, and kicks off his shoes.
"Bedroom?"
"Straight back on the left," I answer, tightening my legs around him as he makes a beeline through my small, dark apartment.
We crash through the door and Cal throws me onto my bed forcefully enough that I bounce.
"Strip," he commands, and fuck if I don't do just that. By the light of the streetlamp glowing through the blinds, I quickly kick off my converse, wiggle out of my pants, and make quick work of my blouse and the bodysuit that is now pushed up to my waist. I'm so worked up, it doesn't occur to me to be self-conscious, other than positioning myself so my stomach isn't as pronounced. I watch as Cal stares at me predatorily, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. He removes those too, and his proud cock juts up excitedly.
My eyes widen at the sight of the bead of moisture dripping from the top and my tongue wets my lips.I'm excited too, buddy.
Cal reaches for me, pulling me up to my knees, fisting my hair as he ravages my mouth. His cock hits against my chest and against the bottom of my breasts, the tip leaving a trail of pre-cum wherever it touches me. He pulls back, holding my head tolook down into my eyes. His fierce expression softens.
