A Trip To Remember
Chapter 3
At ten o’clock, just as my newfound confidence was beginning to waver, a firm knock sounded at my door.
My heart leaped into my throat, and my pussy walls clenched. Am I actually doing this? I thought as I crossed over to the door. With my pulse racing, I peered through the peephole.
There Caleb was, standing in the hallway outside my door. He still wore a black suit, and his blue eyes still carried their sly twinkle. His posture was relaxed, like he approached women at breakfast and then extended erotic invitations to them all the time.
I, on the other hand, could barely keep my heart from beating out of my chest, and there was nothing I could do about the shake in my hand as I opened the door.
His eyes immediately raked my body, pausing on my breasts before running down my stomach and pausing again at the hem of my shirt. He inhaled sharply, and I stood a bit taller.
“Uh, hi,” I said, immediately chiding myself for my clever opening line.
“Hello again, Lyla.” My name on his lips, spoken in a deep voice edged with gravel, made my heart thump faster, my pussy clench harder, and my juices flow.
Had it really been so long that a man simply saying my name was enough to make me wet?
I stepped back and to the side, opening the door wider. “Come in.”
Caleb stepped past me into the room, towering almost a foot above, and turned to face me in the small entryway. He scanned me up and down, flashing that flirty smile of his and looking like he couldn’t wait for what was coming next.
His broad chest and shoulders took up a lot of space, and I had to tilt my head to look at his face, the angle momentarily making me unsteady. But then his cock twitched in his pants, attracting my attention, and his arousal set off a jolt in my core that rippled through my body.
Excitement quickly replaced my nervousness, and as he grew harder, I found myself licking my lips like a sex-crazed animal.
When he cleared his throat, I snapped out of it, blinking and meeting his gaze. My cheeks flamed from the wide, knowing grin on his face, but before I could apologize for staring, he spoke.
“I had planned some witty conversation starters to work up to sex, but it looks like that won’t be necessary.” His steady voice exuded confidence and sex appeal, which weakened my knees. “Anything in particular you had in mind for tonight, Lyla?”
Once more, the sound of him saying my name sent shivers down my spine and straight to my pussy. I inhaled sharply, unable to think let alone speak, so my words came out as a stammer.
“How about this.” Caleb sauntered toward me. “I’ll start, and you let me know if I’m on the right track.” He kept coming until his firm body pushed me against the wall, his hard cock pressing into my stomach.
His cologne, body heat, and utter maleness were intoxicating—it shorted out my brain—so all I could do was nod, and that seemed to be all the confirmation he needed.
He flipped me, slamming my chest against the wall and grinding his bulge between my ass cheeks. He raised my arms above my head and pinned them in place with one strong hand. The other he dragged from my arm to my hip, pulling my ass into his crotch and eliciting a gasp.
“Is this how you like it, Lyla?” His gruff voice, breathy against my neck, tickled my skin. “Do you want me to be rough with you?” His hand then darted from my hip to my pussy, his fingers cupping my mound.
I gasped, shocked by his brashness, but embarrassment overcame me when my body betrayed my desperation by gushing into my panties. Heat crept up my face from knowing he felt it, but to my relief, he just chuckled and nipped at my earlobe.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, bringing his hand under my shirt, up my stomach, and to my breast. He gently passed his fingers up my globe and then circled my nipple through the lace. He pinched, hard, as he ran his tongue up my neck.
My knees buckled, and he held me tighter, nibbling my skin as he gave the same attention to my other breast. I shuddered against him as electricity zapped through me. If he kept this up, I would cum before he even got my clothes off.
Abruptly, he stepped away, and before I could whimper from the cold left in his absence, he spun me around. His eyes flared with desire, their blue having darkened since he first came in. “Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice low and insistent.
“I, uh,” I stammered, but my mind was swimming; no more words came.
Caleb bent to look squarely at me. His face twisted with concern and his brow furrowed as he said, “Tell me this is okay. I need to know you want this.”
“I do! Really, I do!” I blurted, but then I averted my gaze. “I’ve just…I’ve never… I mean, I have, but…not like this.”
“Ah.” Cocky assurance returned to his voice as he spoke. “Not usually a ‘meet a stranger, get thoroughly fucked’ sort of girl, then?”
Snapping my eyes to his, I blushed. “No.” Reminding myself of who I was trying to be, not who I usually was, I forced my lips to curl in a sultry grin. “But I am tonight.”
Caleb nodded. “I can work with that,” he said, stepping back to me.
He undid my buttons at a slow, deliberate pace. Holding on to the fabric, he slipped the shirt off my shoulders and stopped when it reached my elbows. Then he pulled me toward him, trapping my arms by my sides.
Aching to feel his lips on mine, I angled my head up.
He bent toward me, but just as his breath hit my lips, he moved his head to the side. His rough stubble scraped across my cheek.
Okay, no kissing, I thought. Maybe that’s good—no kissing, no romance, no feelings. Just sex.
With his hot breath on my face, he whispered in my ear, “What if I make you feel so good tonight that you forget all about not being ‘that’ kind of girl?”
“Yes, please,” I whispered back, my words coming easier now that he wasn’t looking me in the eye.
Caleb released my shirt, and it fell to the floor. He slipped the straps of my bra off my shoulders, folding the cups down to expose my nipples. He groaned, bent to take my right breast in his mouth, and swirled his tongue around its firm peak.
Another gush left my body.
His hands clenched my hips, and he dropped to his knees. I closed my eyes as he gently kissed his way down my stomach to my panties. When his mouth left my skin, I glanced at him, which was what he seemed to be waiting for.
In one sudden movement, he licked me from my pussy up to the top of the lace with a pressure that caused my whole body to tremble.
It had been years since someone’s mouth had been between my legs, but his confidence, teasing, and tongue work already promised exceeding talent.
He licked again, running the tip of his wet muscle over my clit. This sent a zap up my spine, causing me to bend forward and grab his head. After he chuckled—he knew exactly what he was doing—I fisted his hair and mirrored his smile before releasing him.
Showing great restraint, he slipped his fingers under the strings of my panties and pulled them down my legs, lifting up each foot to release them from my legs.
A sense of unease, however, built within me the lower that thin piece of fabric got. Then dread took over as Caleb’s face rose back up to pussy level. Insecurities flooded my mind from how exposed I was, and I cringed, clenching my hands into balls.
I waited, my heart in my throat and my eyes glued to his face, for Caleb’s reaction—anything to confirm my self-doubts. His expression remained lustful as he took me in, but to my horror, juices began to trail down my leg.
Expecting him to recoil, I reminded myself that San Diego Lyla wouldn’t be self-conscious about her body, that Caleb hadn’t complained yet, and that no matter what, I’d never have to see him again.
I can do this. It’s just sex.
He shifted on his knees, and I held my breath as he leaned closer. “So fucking sexy,” he murmured before he bent his head to my inner thigh and lapped up my dripping arousal. He lifted my left thigh, held my leg against the wall, and inhaled deeply.
Another cringe broke out on my face, but his smile, one of utter content, drove it away. Knowing that he liked what he smelled, tasted, and saw dispelled the rest of my negative thoughts. Horniness surged inside me as his mouth captured my pussy.
Caleb worked me like a man starved, sucking, licking, slurping, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. When he reached my clit, he used his other hand to expose the sensitive nub. He sucked it into his mouth, and I shot forward again, nearly cumming right then.
He pulled back and met my gaze. “Not yet, Lyla. I’m just getting started.” A devious smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Staring at my sex, he inched and turned a finger along my opening, where he seemed to be gathering my juices.
This evoked images from my dream last night, and I whimpered because what Caleb was doing was a thousand times better.
When his digit stopped moving, Caleb looked up at me. His expression intensified, darkened, before he plunged his finger inside me.
I gasped, jolted upright against the wall, and shot my hands back to his head, clenching his hair. I squeezed my eyes shut to let the sensations take over.
He pulled out of me slowly and then thrust into me again, harder this time. His warm breath on my clit told me his mouth was back, and he sucked the nub into his mouth while thrusting into me again and again, first with one finger and then two.
My body seemed desperate to orgasm, heightening my sensitivity, releasing juices, and pooling blood. My heart raced, my knee buckled, and my every nerve was on fire. Moans streamed from my throat in time with the thrust of his fingers.
“Yes, Caleb, don’t stop. I’m so close.” I gripped his hair.
Just when my mind began to blank from the sweet release of ecstasy, Caleb suddenly stopped.
“No!” I cried, flinging my eyes open. “Why are you stopping? I’m so close, I need—”
“Oh, Lyla,” he said, sitting back and smiling wickedly. “I know exactly what you need. And don’t you worry, I promise you’ll get it.”
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