Livvie’s hand released him just barely and the sensation of blood rushing toward the head of his cock was almost enough to make him thrust into her hand. He moaned as her fingertips skimmed his hard flesh. “Well, I can see that, Caleb. Are they all…like this? I mean…are all men this big?”
Caleb put his hand over hers and held them still. “Don’t talk about other men right now, Livvie. Not when you have my dick in your hand.” He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t the kind to care enough for jealousy. But her question reminded him how much he knew about other men and he didn’t fucking like it.
“Sorry,” she whispered and blushed. “I guess no one would like that, would they?”
Livvie smiled at Caleb, cautiously, beautifully, despite the bruises.
My tough girl.
Livvie’s brown eyes still drew his interest, more than ever before. As he let himself take his fill, her eyes seemed to do the same. Her fingers twitched beneath his hand and against his cock. He moaned and watched her pupils dilate, deepening the depths of her stare; he wondered if his did the same.
Caleb watched as her kitten tongue slid slowly across her bottom lip. Slowly, the supple flesh disappeared into her mouth and he watched as she bit down. He swallowed hard. “No,” he said, his voice hoarse, “especially when in this sort of position.” He smiled at her. “Still, I assure you, my dick is very special.”
Livvie grinned. “I can’t believe…you had this in me.”
Caleb’s hips rocked forward at her words. His cock remembered fucking her in the ass, it recalled the tightness, and warmth waiting inside her. He remembered her whimpers and sighs, the way she undulated against his chest when she came apart under him.
“I can’t. We can’t.” Caleb was surprised to hear the rasp in his voice. He wanted this bad and he was doing a poor job of hiding it.
Livvie stepped closer to him, until her head touched his chest. Caleb’s arms went around her, as if by instinct. “I want to make you come,” she whispered against his chest. Shyly. Seductively. Her hand still held him and she slid her hand up and down his length.
Caleb went up on his toes and groaned, unable to resist the delicious friction of her hand, but fought the urge to thrust against the softness of her breasts as they met with the head of his cock.
“Keep doing that,” he rasped. He placed one hand against the wall behind Livvie, his arm extended as a reminder not to crush her. His other arm held her loosely against him. He noted her injured shoulder was braced against him, her hand on his tender, scalded hip.
She stroked him. He opened his mouth and silently drew breath to keep from moaning, his stomach tightened sharply. Her touch felt inexperienced, disjointed, like heaven one second and an assault the next, but he was enjoying it. She was touching him because she wanted to, and for no other reason. What the fuck are you doing to me, Livvie?
The next minute, his mind went blank. Unable to resist, he rocked into her hand, his hips snapping forward to touch his cock against Livvie’s amazing fucking tits.
You’re ruining my life…
So soft. She was so fucking soft.
“Oh…god,” escaped his mouth, but Caleb didn’t give a shit. Against his chest, Livvie panted with her arousal and exertion. The fingers against Caleb’s hip tightened and pulled his hips closer and then pushed them back.
More. Oh fuck! Please, more.
“Harder Livvie, hold me harder,” he panted. Livvie complied, sending Caleb into a state of nirvana. He felt like he was going to burn from the inside out. “Don’t stop. Just like that.”
“Oh, god, Caleb. You’re so hard,” Livvie’s voice was pure lust. “I want you to come. I want to watch you come.” She tried to pull back, but Caleb held her closer.
He shook his head. “Don’t watch me, watch my cock. Watch it come all over you.”
Livvie’s hand tightened and sped up.
Caleb couldn’t hold it in any longer. With a cry, he rose up on his toes and came all over Livvie’s bountiful tits. As he panted and tried to keep from passing out, Caleb listened to Livvie squeal in shock.
“Oh. My. God!” She whispered and laughed. She looked down at her body, her expression, priceless. “It’s all over the place. Eww. Caleb – it’s…sticky.”
Caleb laughed and watched as she poked at his semen and tried to wash it off.
He snickered. “It’s stickier when it’s wet,” he warned. He turned and reached for the soap. He stilled at the touch of her hand against his back. He sighed deeply. In the glow of his orgasm, he didn’t have the energy to argue or fight.
He tensed as she came closer. He shut his eyes while she traced the harsh white lines crisscrossing his back. His skin was red from the heat of the water and he knew the scars were more pronounced because of it. This wasn’t the first time anyone had seen his scars. He wasn’t necessarily ashamed of them and it wasn’t like he hid his body from lovers. But he never talked about it, not ever.
“What happened?” The whisper was so soft, Caleb, might have missed it if he didn’t know it was coming.
“Fucked up childhood,” he said tonelessly.
Livvie’s breath skated across his skin. She kissed his scars.
Chapter Three