Even Odds (6 page)

Realizing she had closed her eyes, she opened them again, and saw Caleb's gaze fixed on her face with an intensity that made her blush. Sliding his fingers from her body, he brought them to his mouth and sucked her juices from his skin. Isabel felt a tremor run through her at the sight.

That was nothing, though, compared to the sight of him sliding down the bed and pressing his mouth to the soft skin just above her knee. He began kissing his way up, sucking the skin of her inner thighs, and fuck, it was so hot. When he reached the very top of her inner thigh, the crease where her leg met her body, she was trembling so hard she thought she might break into pieces. Waiting for the feel of his mouth on her clit, she felt pulled tight, but the touch didn't come. Instead, he started up her other leg from the knee. He took his time, easing his way up to her sensitive flesh.

He had to know what he was doing to her. He had to know he was going to make her scream. Maybe that's what he wanted, wanted her to come apart without even touching her. When he again reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, and she could feel his breath on her skin. He blew a cool stream of air over her hot, wet folds, and she arched up, nearly pressing her body to his mouth.

“Tell me what you want.”

She could hear the question, feel the air over her skin, his lips just far enough away that she could almost imagine them there.

This was no time for games, but he was going to make her ask. “Please,” she managed. “Oh,
fuck
.”

“Please what? Tell me what you want.” He blew on her again, and she squirmed, panting beneath him. Her hips didn't seem to want to stay in one place. “Look at me,” he commanded.

She looked down her body, and the sight of his face between her legs was almost enough to make her come undone right there.

“
Oh
.” She could feel her mouth moving, but the words wouldn't come. Pulling herself together, trying to get air in her lungs, she gasped in a breath and just begged him. “Fuck. God, Caleb. Suck on my clit. Lick my pussy. Please.
Please.
”

He groaned, a low, filthy sound. She'd taken him by surprise, and apparently he liked it when she talked dirty. Then he did exactly as she'd asked.

The first touch of his lips against her folds made her lift her hips off the bed, writhing. He wrapped his arms around and under her thighs, lifting her slightly and holding her in place as he buried his face between her legs and began licking her. He started with long licks across her pussy, then her clit, and each lap of his tongue made her sob out anew, his beard scratching her inner thighs and her sensitive folds, so rough and so perfect. She gripped the sheets, already feeling herself building to climax. When he plunged his tongue into her, fucking her opening in and out, her hands went to her breasts, pinching the nipples, and the combination drove her even higher.

Probably sensing how close she was, he moved back to her clit, focusing all his attention on the tiny nub, sucking it between his lips and even brushing it lightly with his teeth. Her nerve endings were on fire, and before she could say anything, faster than she expected, her orgasm exploded through her. She gasped, breathless and silent through the waves of pleasure, and he kept his mouth on her through the entire climax, holding her in place as she clenched and clenched around nothing at all.

When at last she collapsed, her body felt wrung out. Caleb waited, still sitting between her legs, and maybe he was wondering what she was going to do, or just waiting for her. She reached down to him and pulled him back on top of her and kissed him on the mouth, tasting herself on his lips. While kissing him, she reached down to fumble with his jeans. It seemed unforgivable that he was still dressed after all of that.

“I want you to take off your clothes.” She practically hissed the sentence through her teeth, each word punctuated by kisses, her shyness evaporating with the strength of her orgasm. He was smiling against her mouth as he obeyed, managing to unfasten his jeans and slide them down, taking his boxers with them, until he was naked, too. Isabel sat back long enough to see that he had a tattoo on his thigh, a tree that grew up from his knee and branched out across his hip. She stopped long enough to look at it, but then moved on to more interesting territory.

Wanting more, Isabel sat up and took Caleb by the shoulders, rolling him down onto his back beneath her. He stayed there, looking up, and she straddled his thighs. His cock was hard, thick, pressing against his stomach, throbbing slightly with each beat of his heart. She wrapped her palm around him and squeezed.

Caleb smiled, his eyes slipping closed. When she rubbed her thumb across the slit, he breathed in sharply. He was already wet, and she wanted him to be even wetter. While she continued to fondle the head, with her other hand she grasped the shaft, enjoying his low groan when she did so. It had been a long time since she'd done this, but some things were hard to forget, and it was all coming back to her as she began to stroke in long, slick slides. When she cupped his balls, he tossed his head to the side, biting his lip in a way that she found gorgeous. It was so gratifying to have this control, to make him feel as helpless and yet as happy as she'd felt.

“God, Isabel . . .”

His voice sounded like a curse, and she felt a little thrill at the way it sounded. “You like that?”

He nodded. She could tell he was getting close, but didn't want him to go too far; she wanted to end this with that fabulous cock inside her. “Condom?”

Caleb opened his eyes, nodding again, gesturing toward the nightstand. Isabel stopped her stroking to open the drawer, pulling out a strip of condoms. She unfastened one packet and couldn't resist a smirk. “So what kind of guy brings condoms to a gaming convention?”

Without her hands on him, Caleb seemed to have regained more of his powers of speech. “The kind of guy who hopes he ends up in this exact situation, actually.” He grinned.

She smiled back, pulling out the rolled-up condom from its package. Her hands were shaking, more from excitement than from anxiety now, and he took it from her.

“Let me.”

With a firm, confident stroke, he slid the condom on. Watching him take himself in hand was sexier than she thought it would be. She wanted to watch more, wanted to watch him stroke himself, and a thrill of naughtiness stole through her. There wasn't time now, though. She needed to feel him inside her. Without further preamble, she scooted up his body, lining herself up with his cock, letting just the tip press against her. She wanted to watch him when she did this. Caleb's hands went to her hips automatically, his eyes finding hers, a look of profound arousal and vulnerability on his face. His grip was firm, pulling her down onto him, but she resisted, smiling.

“Tell me what you want.”

Caleb's eyes widened slightly, his stare almost desperate. “Come on, Isabel. Stop playing games.”

“Then tell me what you want.” She leaned down to kiss him, her lips lingering against his, enjoying the way he moaned into her mouth when she rubbed against his cock. He tangled one hand in her long hair and held her there, kissing her with intensity, and his hips bucked up against her. She raised her own hips away, teasing him, not letting him penetrate her more than the quarter inch he already was.

Caleb broke the kiss, groaning. “Fuck, Isabel. I want to be inside you. I want to feel my cock pushing all the way into you, and then I want to fuck you over and over until we both come. Is that good enough?”

Hearing him talk like that was a turn-on, as much as it must have been for him to hear her. She didn't want to hold out anymore, either, and nodded. “Oh yeah. Good enough.” She sank down the rest of the way onto his shaft.

Even though she'd already come, and was as wet as she'd ever been, she wasn't expecting the feeling of his cock all the way inside her. He was longer than she'd anticipated, for one, and slightly thicker. When he bottomed out inside her, his balls pressing against her ass, she gasped at the intensity and froze.

“Jesus fuck.” Caleb's eyes rolled back in his head, his hands holding her firmly in place. “God, you're so tight. How the hell are you so tight?”

“I told you, it's been a while.”

The tension in her voice must have been audible. “You all right?”

“Yeah, just . . . give me a minute.” The burning feeling inside her was ebbing, replaced with the throbbing pleasure she loved. With a slight shift of her hips, she felt him move inside her, which made her close her eyes as well. She lifted her hips more and sank down again, each inch of him sliding down against her sensitive flesh, loving what it felt like when he parted her folds. “Oh, that's nice.”

“Nice?”

Isabel opened her eyes and looked down. The tension in Caleb's face was visible. “That's nice?” he repeated.

“Yeah. Nice.” She did it again, lifting up and sinking down. “What would you call it?”

“Fucking incredible.” Even though his hands stayed on her hips, he didn't try to force her to speed up or change angle or anything, just held her as she began to ride him. Normally, she found this position embarrassing: her partner had nothing to look at but her body, with all its imperfections and limitations. Here with Caleb, though, she felt an anonymous recklessness that felt amazing. She didn't really know him, would never see him again after this weekend, and she could do all those things she had wanted to try but was too embarrassed to attempt on her own.

She wanted to come again. Bracing herself with one hand on the bed behind her, she leaned back a little and began rubbing her clit with her other hand.

“Fuck yes, that's so hot,” he said, breathless.

Opening her eyes again, Isabel looked down at Caleb. He was watching her, his tongue pressed to his top lip, focusing intently on her body. She felt herself blush. How could her body be so strange, blushing at his gaze while his cock was inside her? Then he thrust up inside her for the first time, and she moaned aloud.

They set up a rhythm, him pushing up into her each time she sank down, and with this new angle of her hips, each thrust hit her G-spot exactly. She rubbed her clit harder and focused on the sensations inside her. Caleb moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, pulling at her nipples, sending little shots of pleasure through her body.

“I'm gonna come.” Caleb's voice sounded strained, his hands falling back to her hips again. “Fuck. I can't . . .”

Wanting to feel him lose control, Isabel clenched as hard as she could around him. He exploded in a series of uncontrolled thrusts as he moaned low and helplessly in his throat. The last hard thrust was enough to send her tumbling over the edge, too, this second orgasm as sudden as the first. Her pussy clenched on to him, squeezing him tight, and they rode out their climax together.

Isabel collapsed onto Caleb's chest, breathing heavily, her legs trembling from the exertion. She rested her head against his neck, their bodies moving up and down together with Caleb's breath. He traced his fingers down her back. After a moment, the physical awkwardness of their position got to her, and she rolled off him.

While he got up to take care of the condom, she lay back and let her breathing return to normal. Any moment now, she expected the anxiety of having done something rash and impulsive. Any moment now, she would begin to feel regret, confusion, embarrassment, and shame. Right? Any moment.

None of those feelings came. Hmmm. Maybe this didn't have to be as big a deal as she had feared. She didn't even feel the overwhelming pressure she usually felt to hurry up and put her clothes back on. For some reason, lying here naked was kind of nice. Relaxing, even. When Caleb came back into the room, she was still lounging on his bed, sheets in disarray on the floor, relaxing on top of the piles and piles of pillows.

When she saw Caleb running a hand through his hair, still gloriously naked and tattooed, she couldn't help staring. He walked over and sat next to her on the bed, grinning. She grinned back.

The quietness became awkward soon enough. Isabel sat up on her elbows. “So . . . I guess I should head out now.”

“You don't have to.” Caleb sprawled out next to her, still naked. “I'm not going to throw you out or anything. It's late and you're welcome to stay here tonight. You've already stripped the whole bed, so you might as well help me put it back together.” He smiled, teasing.

The offer was tempting. She could lie there in his arms, cuddling like some kind of romantic couple, and then in the middle of the night, he would wake her with kisses, and they would start round two, fucking like animals until dawn . . .

Unf. She had to stop that train of thought right there in the station. “I'd love to. I'm not saying that just to say it. But I have a pretty early morning tomorrow. I'm supposed to be taking the morning shift at the booth, and that means getting up at, like, seven o'clock or something.” She looked at the clock, surprised that it was after midnight. “Shit, it's late. I didn't know it was this late.”

Her clothes were in a messy heap on the floor, some stuck under the pile of sheets, and a few were out of that pile where they'd been thrown in the heat of foreplay. “God, I really did ruin your bed, didn't I?”

“Worth it.” He smiled. While she got dressed, Caleb was also pulling on his boxers, then his jeans, and then he got a T-shirt from his open suitcase in the corner and pulled it down over his head. “I'll walk you back.”

“You don't need to do that. It's only a few blocks.” She finished dressing, then toed on her ballet flats.

The look Caleb gave her implied that he thought she'd suddenly gone crazy. “No way. It's the middle of Boston after midnight.” He looked at her again, noticing her clothes for the first time. “Shit, you don't even have a jacket? You'll freeze out there. It's subarctic. I'm
from
here. I know how cold it is.” He dug a hoodie out of his suitcase and tossed it to her. “Here, put this on.” When she opened her mouth to refuse, he held up a hand. “I mean it. I'll come pick it up tomorrow. What's your booth number?”