Chapter 5

Caleb

The sight of Shana getting escorted down the long hallway, all her luscious soft skin on display, almost makes me forget about how mad I am. She's perfect, which I've always known, but seeing her close up in that outrageous lingerie set makes all the blood in my body rush to my cock.

Until I'm jolted back to reality and remember what I just did. Then the anger comes back. Not even seeing the fear in her big brown eyes can make me return her tremulous smile as the bouncer hands her over to me. I take off my jacket and toss it over her shoulders; the sleeves devouring her hands completely and the edge falling almost to her knees. It will be enough to get her out of here, anyway. Ignoring her anxious attempt at a smile, I wordlessly lead her outside and toward the front of the building.

The rental car I had arranged for earlier in the day is waiting for us, and I realize again what I have done. Earlier in the day, I had paid for the car like it was no big deal, but now, I'll be lucky to be able to afford to fill it up with gas before I return it.

I find it in its parking space, glad it doesn't have a dozen tickets on it by now, and open the passenger side door for her. For a brief second, I think she'll make a run for it, and I'm pissed enough to hope she tries. I make a sharp sound in my throat.

Don't.

She gets in and yanks her seatbelt on as if she's the one who's been wronged.

"I didn't have time to check into a hotel, so we'll stay the night at yours and then we'll go home tomorrow," I tell her gruffly.

Her sharp intake of breath cuts through my anger. She's disappointed and stews the entire ride back to her cheap hotel. That's fine. I knew she'd be mad at me, and I'm willing to put up with the silent treatment until she comes to her senses. I'm not looking for thanks, but not being treated like the enemy would be nice. It doesn't matter either way, as long as she's not going home with any of those creeps from the club.

Once we're in her dingy little room, she jerks her arm out of my grasp and stands on her tiptoes, getting so close I can smell the soap she last used. It's not her usual strawberry scent, but knowing she's practically nude under my jacket, I can't help but get aroused by her nearness.

Until she lets me have it with her patented Shana stubbornness.

"What were you thinking?" she snaps, her eyes flashing as she pushes me back toward the door. As if I'll be leaving. "This is my life and you have no right to interfere. How could you be so stupid, Caleb?"

Oh, she keeps going, but the nerve of her outburst makes me clamp my hand over her mouth. I back her up and press her against the wall. Her eyes flash even more and my jacket falls open to reveal that sexy lingerie I want to tear from her body.

"I literally own you right now," I growl at her. My cock rises, pressing against my jeans as the possibilities rush through my head.

Shana belongs to me—bought and paid for. I could yank her right up close to my rock-hard cock and grind it against all her soft, exposed flesh. Lean down and trace my tongue along the lines of that lacy bra. Slide my hand between her thighs to tease that virgin pussy I just bankrupted myself for. God, I want to sink my fingers inside her, wipe that angry look off her face and replace it with ecstasy. Thinking about the sounds I want to make come out of her pursed lips nearly drives me to claim my prize.

Instead, I let her go, disgusted that I'm acting no better than those old men vying to fuck her. To steal what's mine.

She doesn't seem to realize how wild I am and makes no move to pull the jacket tight around her. I can see her nipples under the sheer lace, rosy, tight peaks I want to lick until she moans. I turn away, trying to catch my breath and calm my breathing before I lay her on the bed, spread those legs of hers and tear the scrap of panties away with my teeth.

"You shook your head. I thought the auction was over. How did you get so much money?" she asks.

That steals away a little of my nearly uncontrollable lust. Just a bit. "I stole it," I admit.

Saying it out loud hardly makes it seem more real. She gasps, but not the way I want her to.

"What? How?"

I turn back to her and laugh; the second time I've laughed today when nothing was funny. "I sold all my shares in the company to Leo," I tell her, sitting on the bed and running my fingers through my hair. "When he transferred the money to my account, I had all his bank info. It was only a few clicks to transfer more."

It couldn't have taken more than a few seconds, but standing there waiting for the announcer to call the end of the auction, I could barely get out my phone. I wasn't thinking, just reacting to the horror of having to let Shana go home with that freak. Or spending the rest of my life in prison for murder, which was actually the more likely outcome.

She's silent after my admission and when I look up, I can see she understands the magnitude of what I've done.

"Oh no," she says, her voice a strangled whisper as she sits down beside me.

My partner, Leo, is a ruthless bastard. I meant to ease my way out of the business to start my own company over the next year or two in a way that wouldn't put me on his shit list. I'm definitely on that list now, and if I live that long, I'll probably never do business again in the computer engineering field. He's just that powerful.

"Oh, yes," I say.

Shana cries and wraps her arms around me. "You shouldn't have," she says, but all her anger is gone. It's replaced with fear over my impending death. She pulls away, taking me by the shoulders. "I-I'll offer myself to him. And give him my percentage of the earnings." She sniffles and tears roll down her cheeks. "It's only forty percent, though."

She's so miserable. I hold back my groan at hearing that. A measly forty percent. Even offering it would be an insult. I shake my head. There is no way that I'll allow her to give herself as a repayment. Even though Leo's always looked Shana up and down like he wouldn't mind a crack at her, I'd never let that happen.

She puts her arm around me and nestles her head against my chest, apologizing as she tries to stop crying. With her warm body so close to me, I have no regrets at all. She's my life. My everything.

She's mine.

I tug her long hair back and wipe away her tears. "Never offer yourself up like that again," I demand. She bites her lip and nods, and I lean down to kiss her. It's meant to just be a peck on the cheek, to let her know everything will be fine, but she moves her head and our mouths collide.

Her lips part with a sigh and she doesn't pull away, even when my tongue slides between them. She pulls herself closer to me; the jacket falling open so her hot skin presses against my chest. It's clear as day how much I want her, with my cock pulsing so hard against my zipper I'm surprised it hasn't broken by now.

She clumsily slides her palm against my stiff bulge and my hand goes to her waist. Her skin is like satin and though I've touched her thousands of times before, it was never like this. I need her like I need air, and I push my hand under her bra to cup the full mound underneath.

She rubs harder against my cock and tugs at the button of my jeans, breaking our kiss to look down at what she's doing. My nostrils fill with the fresh scent of her shampoo as her hair brushes my cheek.

"I want this," she says, pushing me back and climbing on top.

As her smooth legs straddle either side of me, she gets my jeans open and pushes my boxers down. I worry for a moment that she might be doing this out of a sense of guilt, but when she rubs her little lace-covered pussy against my throbbing cock, I just don't care.

"I want this," she repeats, leaning down to kiss me.

There's no stopping. Not when I've wanted this for so long.

I run my fingers through her hair and pull her face closer to mine, sliding my tongue between her lips. Her soft moan makes me throb against her and I can feel her smiling as she writhes around on top of me. I'm not going to be able to take much more of this, so I clamp my hands firmly on her hips to keep her still.

"You're killing me, Shana," I say, dragging my lips from hers to kiss my way down her neck.

It only takes a quick, sharp tug to get her bra open and her ripe tits are within reach of my mouth. Before I taste her nipple, I lift her and flip her onto her back, ignoring her weak protest.

"But that feels so good."

"Just wait," I promise. "You'll like this even better."

I'm hungry for her and it makes me impatient as I drag my teeth across each nipple while she runs her fingers through my hair. "Oh, I do like that," she sighs.

I can't help but chuckle as I keep kissing my way down her body, sliding my fingers down her sides. Her skin is smoother than satin, and I dig my fingers into her curves, inhaling her scent. Her hips rise when I reach her panties and get the urge to tear them off with my teeth.

I like the idea of teasing her until she begs. It would only serve her right, but then she pushes my head closer to her lacy mound and I can't wait. Flinging the panties to the other side of the room, I push my tongue between her slick folds. Her yelp makes me smile up at her to see she's wide-eyed and staring down at me as I lick her swollen clit.

Now her eyes slam shut and her head flops back onto the bed as I keep doing what I've wanted to do for a very long time. Her pussy is as delicious as I dreamed, and so, so fucking wet.

"Damn it, I love licking you," I growl, before lapping at her core.

"I'm perfectly fine with it, too," she says breathlessly, making me laugh. "I never- I never thought anything could feel so good," she gasps, reaching for my hair again.

I slurp up her juices and spread her legs apart for further access. "I'm gonna eat your pussy all night long, little girl."

Her legs tremble, then lock around my shoulders. "Caleb…." she moans.

The sweet sound of her pleasure gets louder and longer and her hips move almost feverishly. I push my tongue deep inside her, shaking with anticipation myself. Soon I'll sink my cock into that tight little hole.

"Come for me," I demand.

I find her clit again, and she rears up, clutching my hair and shouting out my name. I keep going, loving every second of driving her wild.

She tries to say something, but her breath comes in harsh pants and when I finally let up, she goes limp. I kiss the inside of her leg, her stomach, her pert nipples, all the way back up to her mouth. She reaches for me and pulls my face for a kiss, not caring that her slick juices are still all over my lips.

"I didn't know," she says. "That was so good."

"Oh, Shana, there's more."

Reaching between her slippery thighs, I nudge my finger inside her. My cock bounces, slapping against her side. Excitement shines from her eyes now that I'm getting down to business. She giggles and reaches for me.

A groan that's so strong it's almost embarrassing flies out of me when she grips my cock, working her hand up and down the shaft. She turns to me as she strokes, driving me wild as I work another finger into her impossibly tight cunt.

"You're too big," she says.

I grin, pushing deeper. "Stop with the flattery."

She shakes her head, looking a bit worried now. "No, really. You're huge, Caleb. How's this going to work?"

"I'll never hurt you," I promise as I kiss her neck again. It's clear she liked it the first time and all I want to do is please her. I like all of it, so whatever is her favorite is fine with me.

"I know," she says, nudging me with her nose so I kiss her on the mouth. "But won't it hurt you?"

I burst out laughing, kissing her swiftly when she looks offended. "It's going to feel better than amazing. Don't you worry about me," I tell her, pushing deeper. "If I didn't know everything about you, I'd find it hard to believe I'm going to be the first guy to put his cock deep inside your hot little pussy. You're so damn beautiful, Shana."

She shivers beneath me, her cheeks turning pink as if I've never complimented her before. Well, not like this, that's for sure, with my fingers inside her and our mouths colliding.

"I need more of what you just did," she says, suddenly more eager than ever. "I need you to—"

"Tell me," I say. "I want to hear it."

Now it's my turn to straddle her, teasing her slit with the dripping tip of my cock. So close, so ready. Seeing her gorgeous body spread out beneath me, her legs locked around me as her hips rise and fall while I stroke her, has me about ready to pass out. I'm going to make her mine.

"I need you to fuck me, Caleb," she pleads, reaching up to dig her fingernails into my shoulders.

It's better than any dream, and I push a few inches inside her, clenching my teeth against the ecstasy and agony of finally claiming her pussy. She's not just tight, she's a vice around my cock as I push even deeper.

"Yes, I'm going to fuck you, little girl," I tell her, leaning down to kiss her as I ram the final few inches home. "But this is so much more than that."

Her arms lock around my shoulders and she nods into my neck, murmuring my name over and over as I give her a second to adjust. Finally, she cries out with an impatience that would make me laugh if I wasn't so dizzy from the feel of her.

"Do it," she demands, thrusting upward.

I want this to last forever, but when she begins moaning and thrashing her head again, there's no way I can make her wait.

"I need to come inside you," I tell her, ramming into her sweet pussy body much too hard. But she only grips me tighter and nods restlessly.

"Yes," she says, out of breath. "Touch me again, please. Touch me while you fuck me, Caleb."

I find her clit before the sentence is completely out of her mouth. Her already tight channel spasms around me and I hear both of us shouting as I release my seed inside her. And I keep going, keep roaring, until there's no more strength in my arms and I collapse on top of her.