Deliver Us (The Sinful Duet Book 2) Page 12

  Until I can’t tell where his body ends and mine begins.

  Until what he wants is exactly what I want too.

  Caleb stops his fingers at my hip, traces excruciatingly slow circles, and drags them lower and lower to tease the hem of my shorts and underwear again.

  I lift my hips, a gentle moan releases itself from my throat, and Caleb places his mouth by my ear. His breath is hot and uneven, his arousal loud and clear in its rasp, and at the base of my spine.

  “I just want to make you feel good,” he whispers, kissing me behind my ear. “I can make you feel good. You remember, don’t you?”

  I nod, tilting my head to give him more flesh to kiss. “I want you to…to make me feel good.”

  “Open your legs a little wider,” he utters, and I do as I’m told, making his lips twitch against my ear. “Good girl.”

  Painfully, and achingly slow, he slips his long, thick fingers under the band of my shorts, and I hold my breath as he glides his fingers along my center. Freezing, his body tensing when he feels it. My piercing. My heart thrashes against my ribs, and I catch my trembling lower lip between my teeth. No one has seen my hood piercing. Nick doesn’t even know I have it. I keep my eyes closed. It’s easier to handle the heat flushing through my cheeks.

  “You have a—”

  “Yes,” I cut him off with a cringe, not wanting to hear it. “I do.”

  “Take off your shorts.”

  I frown at his dark tone. Is he angry? I curl my fingers around the bands and push them down my thighs. Caleb removes his hand as I open my eyes and sit forward to push them down my legs. I kick them off my feet.

  “Turn around.”

  So bossy. I swallow my unease and slip into a mask of indifference before turning around. I sit back on my heels, my legs closed, hiding it from him. His dark, emerald stare burns against my upper thighs before he drags it to my face. My heart doesn’t slow down in its thrashing, made worse by the fact I have no idea what he’s thinking. Caleb has never been an open book. Trying to fit onto the same page as him has always been my greatest challenge.

  He shuffles forward, and I swallow hard.

  “It’s not a big deal,” I tell him.

  He leans forward, easing me back until I fall, catching myself on my elbows. “I want to see it.”

  “Have you seen a navel piercing before? It’s like that.”

  “Except it’s not.” He licks his lower lip. “I want to see it.”

  I squeeze my knees together as he leans over me, his torso flush against my shins, and turn my head, looking to the far wall. “I’m too embarrassed to show you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it was a silly idea, something I did to make a statement about my sexual freedom.” I cringe. That sounds incredibly stupid when I say it aloud. I look back to him, my cheeks still hot, and he watches me in amusement. “It hurt too.”

  “I imagine it would.”

  “It hurt a lot more than I thought it would.”

  My only research about this particular genital piercing was whatever Fiona told me, since she had a vertical clit hood piercing. I saw it on accident when we were living together. I didn’t want to openly gawk at her, but it instantly intrigued me. She said it didn’t hurt as much as her nipples, that it increased her sexual pleasure. I get the occasional zing through my body whenever the bar is nudged a certain way, but I haven’t put it to the test. I’ve been too afraid to pleasure myself.

  “Not as much as the tattoo, though, surely.”

  I shrug. “They’re different kinds of pain.”

  “What does it say, anyway? The tattoo along your hip.” Caleb eases back, and I twist my hips a little, lifting my sweater over my hip. His green gaze flicks along it. Fortune favors the brave. “Cute.”

  While he’s preoccupied with the flowing script on my hip, I open my legs and wrap them around him. He curses as he falls, catching himself on his hands beside my head, his chest flush to mine, and I let out an exhale as our noses brush.

  “Do you really want to see it?” I ask him, my voice a whisper.

  He nods. “More than anything.”

  I lift my chin with a shiver as the cooling air kisses my bare thighs. “You have to kiss me a little more.”

  Caleb’s lips quirk, and he slowly closes the distance, touching his gentle mouth to mine. This time, he keeps his tongue at bay, only letting it out with a soft, swift lick just to tease me. Each kiss he places on my lips causes my sensitive core to pulse around the piercing and it’s unbearable. I untangle my legs from him, but he’s in no rush to get below my belly button. Trailing his kisses from my lips, he moves to my neck, then pushes my sweater up to kiss my chest. As he moves onto my ribs, I discard my sweater and toss it over the edge of the bed, along with my phone, uncaring that my body begins to tremble because of the cold seeping into my bones.

  I mutter his name, my eyes fluttering shut while Caleb drags his mouth over my hip and eases my legs further apart. Eventually, all I feel is his warm exhale on the inside of my thighs. My breath comes hard and fast through my parted lips as I open my eyes and watch with bated breath as he spreads me open with his long, thick fingers and gazes at my pierced flesh.

  *Caleb*

  I stare at it.

  At her.

  Her most intimate part.

  My room is dim for a late morning, thanks to the dark gray blinds covering the window and the heavy clouds hanging over the city, but it’s bright enough to see every inch of her. Every freckle, every thin, minute stretch mark on her breasts, her hips, the inside of her thighs. As clear as I see those perfect imperfections, I see the shine of the metal protruding from the soft tissue between her legs and the pink hue of a glittery stone.

  “It’s a pink diamond,” she murmurs, her voice tight and uncertain.

  I don’t realize I’ve let a thick silence gather. She probably thinks I hate it. I slide my hands underneath her smooth thighs and rest my hands against her hips. I rest on my stomach, my face dangerously close to something I haven’t had in a long time, something I’ve craved every minute since she left Paradise Valley.

  “You love pink,” I reply, and my voice is quiet. Shocked, almost. I can’t believe she did this. My innocent Cassia braved a tattoo parlor, or a piercing joint, spread her legs, and let someone—a female, I hope—pierce her perfect little clit.

  “It’s so fucking pretty.” My mouth waters, and I lift my stare to hers. “The piercing too.”

  She simpers, and pink flushes over her face. It reminds me of when we first met. Back then, she could barely hold eye contact with me. Every time she garnered the courage, the pink in her cheeks would deepen. I loved it. I love it.

  I turn my head to kiss the inside of her left thigh, making her shiver.

  “Can I keep kissing you?” I ask, sliding my hand along the underside of her thigh.

  She squirms. “Yeah.”

  I push on her thigh, forcing her sexy, sock-covered calf and foot off the bed. I pepper kisses along her skin and relish in the way tingles dance down my spine. God. I haven’t felt these kinds of sensations, this kind of arousal, in a long time. I’ve missed them, but I’ve missed being with her like this more. I place her leg over my shoulder, resting her heel just below my shoulder blade. I kiss along the inside of her thigh and she wriggles, subtle laughs bubbling from her throat.

  Lifting my head, I smile at her as she peers down her perfect body at me. “What?”

  She grazes her teeth over her plump lower lip. “It tickles a little.”

  I brush my cheek over her skin, and she writhes, her slender hands fisting the sheets beneath her. She continues to squirm as I kiss her deeper, harder, my tongue flush to her skin, my mouth moving against her thigh as if it were her lips I’m kissing. Then, finally—finally—I brush my lips over her bare center, and her body tenses. I pause a beat, expecting her to stop me, but she doesn’t. I hear her breathing, shallow and quick, a pattern that screams her anticipation in my ears, so
I close my mouth over her, pushing my tongue against her.

  She gasps, and I tug her harder against my face as her hands fly to my hair. A groan I can’t control vibrates through my chest as her taste floods my tongue and overpowers my senses. I’ve imagined having her like this since I came to New York. On my bed, naked, my face between her thighs, my tongue making her feel good.

  Perfect.

  And all mine.

  A warm flushing sensation spreads low through my abdomen, adding pressure on top of more fucking pressure. My hard cock is forced down and it’s damn uncomfortable, but I take solace in the fact I’ll be burying it somewhere extremely comfortable soon. I hear my name—barely—as she whispers it, blowing it out with an exhale. Then I lick her with the flat of my tongue from her opening to her clit and listen as her subtle breaths morph into moans that slip from her lips, telling me all I need to know. I’m licking her good.

  Soon, she threads her fingers through mine and firmly plants her other hand on the back of my head, holding me against her.

  “Caleb,” she moans as I suck her into my mouth.

  Caleb.

  Caleb.

  Caleb.

  I’ve never loved the sound of my name more.

  She closes her eyes and drops her head back, flexing her hips, grinding herself into my face. Cassia’s legs are bent at the knees, her feet pointed, and she’s spread herself wide, offering every inch of her pussy for me to devour.

  And I do.

  Viciously.

  Ravenously.

  Gratefully…

  …until her body no longer arches off the bed but crunches inward instead, her muscles clenching tightly, her breasts bouncing with every pulse of her arousal. Within minutes, she’s loud—though not as loud as I remember—and she squeezes my hand with all her might, but I don’t mind it. My attention is elsewhere, on the noise she makes. I’ve eaten Cassia enough times to know she’s holding back so someone doesn’t hear her.

  Fucking Nick.

  I’ve let him occupy enough of her mind, but not anymore. I look directly into her eyes and run my tongue up her slit, swirling my tongue all over—not just her sensitive bundle of nerves at the top, but everywhere—and her thighs twitch shut round my head as her body quivers. I lift myself off my front and discard my shirt while she catches her breath. Exhaling, I drop against her, pressing my mouth to her hip, then her stomach. Cassia shivers and caresses my shoulders, her touch lighting my soul on fire, making my year of sexual abstinence worth every painful, throbbing minute. All the girls I’ve tried and failed with, all those tiring nights of mediocre masturbation, have led me right back to her. The only one I want.

  The only one I need.

  As my train of thought ends, I find myself staring into dark blue pools of desire and contentment. My nose touches hers, our lips a hairsbreadth away. She swallows hard, and I swear the sound echoes around my room.

  Then I hear the pounding of my heart in my ears. It’s rapid and unbridled. To calm it, I swallow hard too, and it’s a gulp in the silent room, making the corners of her lips twitch.

  “Are you nervous?” she asks, whispering as if we’re in front of a crowd and my answer is a secret she’ll keep.

  Yes. I’m so fucking nervous. “No.”

  “I’m nervous,” she admits, gliding her hands down my sides to curl her fingers under the hem of my sweatpants on each side. “But this feels right. I want to be with you…like we used to.”

  I swallow again. I loved Cassia back then, but what I feel for her now is so much more than that. This, being against her, isn’t what we used to do. That was that and this is…well, this. What I felt for her then doesn’t compare to what I feel for her now. I don’t want to “fuck” her, not this time, not like our first time in the hall behind the church. I don’t want our chests to separate for a second or our mouths to part. I want to make love to her like I never have.

  I lift my hips, and she crunches forward a little, pushing my pants down my thighs.

  “I am a little nervous,” I confess, and her eyes widen a fraction.

  “Is it the piercing?”

  “No.” My cock springs free and my breath hitches as it touches her core. “We’re practically virgins.”

  Snorting, Cassia straightens against the mattress and rolls her eyes. “We are not.”

  “We are.” Smiling, I move my hips, rubbing myself against her wetness, gathering as much as I can on me, and I shiver at the contact, pre-cum already leaking from my tip.

  I don’t put a condom on, don’t even reach for my bedside drawer. I’ve waited a long time for her, my girl, and I want to feel all of her. I want to be slick with her arousal, not my own. Craning my neck, I glance between us and watch as I brush my head on her piercing.

  “I like that you bedazzled your clit.”

  Cassia laughs, and the sound is music to my dark soul. “Do you?”

  “Mm.” I reach between us, fist my shaft tightly in my hand, and guide the head of my cock around her pussy, making her legs quiver. “I like it a lot.”

  I like that it’s pink.

  I like that I’m the only one who’s seen it, the only one who’s touched it.

  I flick her piercing with my index finger as I pass over it, and a tight squeak leaves her throat, making my dick throb painfully. I grit my teeth against the pressure building between my legs and pull my hips back, away from her warmth. Fuck. If I’m not careful, I’ll spoil the main event by coming too soon. If I knew she was gonna visit, I would’ve tidied my room. If I knew she was going to let me touch her, to have sex with her, I would’ve prepared. I would’ve—her hands are on my face, her thumbs on my cheekbone, her fingers against my cheek. I let her guide my face to hers, our gazes meeting.

  “Don’t think about it,” she says, sensing my apprehension, then kisses me. Softly at first, then passionately as she wraps her legs around my hips and lifts, pushing her heat against me. It’s fluid, the way she maneuvers, seemingly without thought, until the head of my cock presses against her tight opening. I break the kiss, and her name flies from my mouth, a panicked gasp I’m not proud of. She shushes me, pulling my face to hers, her mouth back to mine. She flexes her hips and her soft, wet, and warm entrance slips over my tip. I shiver, breaking the kiss to groan. “God, Cass. I’ve missed you.”

  “Yeah?”

  I kiss her quickly on the lips, squeezing my cock all the way inside her. My limbs grow weak, I swear, and her lips part, her gasp blowing against my cheek as her body shivers against mine. Cassia’s hooded blue gaze flicks over my face, and she moves her hands down my neck to touch my shoulders, and it feels so fucking nice.

  I’ve been waiting for this, for her.

  I’ve been waiting…

  …and waiting…

  …and waiting.

  In my darkest hours, only thoughts of her, of being with her, and loving her, are enough to keep me from succumbing to the darkness that leeches to me.

  “I’ve missed you too,” Cassia utters as I lower my face to hers. “Too much.”

  *Cassia*

  His muscular body is tense against mine, and if I let my fingers linger in one spot long enough, I can feel him tremble ever so slightly. I don’t know how he wants to do it, but the blood in my veins is far too hot for him to take it slow. All my frustration, my restraint, and my need for him has to go somewhere. Only he can relieve me of the weight on my shoulders by pulling me into our bubble where only we exist.

  I run my fingers along his spine from the base of his neck to his lower back. With utmost gentleness, he rocks his hips, and I sigh. It feels good to have him inside me, but my Caleb has never been a lovemaker and, in this moment, I crave to have the real him. Rough. Reckless. Raw.

  Unhinged.

  “I need you to promise me something,” Caleb utters, pulling his hips back a little, making me quiver. “No matter what Nick says, what he does, you’re not going to take him back.”

  “I won’t.”

  H
e shoves his hips forward, thrusting into me, and my breath hitches as pleasurable tingles flare through my abdomen. “I mean it.”

  “I promise,” I say, sounding breathless. “I don’t want him.”

  Caleb pulls back, releasing a heavy, shaky breath, and I grip his toned ass, not wanting him to leave my body. “Who do you want?”

  “You.”

  “Who?” he demands, thrusting all the way inside me, hitting my deepest parts, and I wince, clenching him in my hands.

  Closing my eyes, I grind my hips, rubbing my clit and its piercing against him. I thought it’d hurt, the friction of rubbing with the metal, but it’s the opposite. It feels incredible, better than I imagine, until he pulls his hips away from me.

  “Open those beautiful fucking eyes of yours, look me in my face, and tell me who you want.”

  I do as I’m told and open my eyes, meeting his dark gaze. “You, Caleb. I only want you.”

  He simpers, like the answer I gave is exactly as he expected, then flexes his hips and rams inside me with a fierce stroke. Gasping, I lift my head off the bed, moving my face into the slope of his neck as he pumps his rigid cock in and out of me. He doesn’t hesitate between thrusts. Our bodies collide at a frantic pace, and I take it all, his need, his desperation—all of it—and I let it drown everything else out. Only this matters. Only we matter.

  “Shit,” Caleb swears. “You feel so good. I can’t…I’m not…fuck.”

  I part my lips against his shoulder and flick my tongue along his clean skin, tasting him. He shivers in response, wrapping me up in his arms, burying his head in my neck, in my hair. I can tell he’s holding on for my sake. His body is tense; he clenches his teeth in my ear. I don’t want him to hold on. I want him to give it all to me, to spill inside me the second he gets the urge.

  I whisper his name and hear his teeth click as he grates them in my ear. His pelvis grinds against mine, stirring familiar sensation between my legs so I spread them wider and wider, pressing against him, chasing my orgasm. Cursing, he slows his hips, almost to a complete stop, and I grunt in frustration, digging my nails into his skin, making him inhale sharply.