40. Chapter 40

Chapter forty

Caleb

Juliette called out my name and I let her know I was downstairs on the couch. She'd gone up to take a shower and I was searching for something to curl up on the couch and pretend to watch with her. I was very happily surprised that she did not change into her usual pajamas.

"I thought tonight I would dance just for you." Juliette started closing the blinds one by one, strutting in a silk robe and sky-high heels. She'd put on a dark red lipstick and curled her hair. "Sit on your hands. No touching or I stop."

"Yes, ma'am." I hopped on my hands, watched her pull up a playlist on her phone.

"Not there, on a chair," she said, tilting her head to a dining chair. I obeyed without hesitation.

The music started and her smirk let me know she'd planned this. She ran her middle finger under the neckline of the robe, exposing a hint of lace underneath. "I bought something for you," she said in a sultry voice I recognized.

"Let me see it."

Juliette ran her hands down her waist, turned and bent over, the silky robe lifting up just shy of exposing her ass. I caught the hint of a garter as she shook her perky little ass and said, "Mmm, no." She looked over her shoulder, still bent, and added, "You have to ask nicely."

"Please." It was at least six hundred degrees in the room with her eye contact coming in at a thousand.

"No." She stood, turned and prowled towards me. Her heels clicked in time with the music as she approached me. Juliette grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up to meet her hovering over me. "You're going to beg, like a good boy, and earn it."

"I am very much enjoying this side of you," I said.

"Play nice, Caleb," she broke her character to let out a breathy laugh.

"Just needed to let you know that—"

She pulled my hair harder to shut me up. The neckline had dropped away from her chest. I peeked down and through the shadowy dark I saw what looked like a corset. I couldn't be sure. The hold she had on my hair loosened and she stood, towering over me.

She stripped me to my boxers, my erection straining as her hands grazed the length. And she danced. Hell, she was so sexy it took every last bit of strength I possessed to stay sitting on my hands. After dropping to her knees about three steps away from me she grabbed the sash of her robe. I always had so many thoughts in my mind, but when I was with Juliette, like this, there was only her.

She turned her eyes innocently up to me. "You've been so good for me, haven't touched me once. Do you want to see what's underneath?"

"Yes," I groaned as she slipped it open revealing a pink lacey corset with buttons down the front, like the buttons of a wedding gown. It was completely see-through, only the boning blocking my view of her skin. I could see her dark pink nipples through the lace and a matching garter belt with feminine bows above her hips that held up two matching garters that dug into her thighs. Delicate and feminine, just like her.

"Do you like it?" she asked, dipping her fingers into the matching lace panties.

"You're perfect."

"Do you want a taste?" she lifted her fingers to her lips and licked them clean. That was the moment I lost the ability to think.

Juliette

Caleb licked his lips. I was so wet, so aroused by turning him on. I put my hands to the floor and crawled to him. Slid my hands up his calves to his thighs and pushed them open. He didn't take his eyes off me. I used his parted thighs as leverage to push myself up to standing, pressing my body against his, whispering praise in his ear as I passed it. "You're so good to me."

I turned and bent over, the way I knew he liked to see me. Exposing myself to him, I reached my fingers to the lace and pulled it to the side, giving him a peek. He blew on it and I gasped at the erotic sensation.

Still dancing, I turned and hooked my stiletto into the chairback, over his shoulder. Caleb's chest rose and fell in measured, deep breaths.

"Look at you," I said, grinding dangerously close to his lips, "so desperate for my pussy."

For once, Caleb had nothing to say. He tried to lean forward, parting his lips, but I pulled away. He groaned weakly.

"You can touch yourself if you want, but not me," I reasoned. I wanted to watch him stroke himself. I ached just thinking about it.

"I want to taste you," he said, pupils dilating.

I lowered myself to his lips. Caleb pulled the lace aside and flattened his tongue against me. He moaned, quickening his strokes. I held the fabric aside for him as he matched the rhythm of his tongue to the pace of his hand.

Abruptly, I unhooked my leg from behind him and straddled his lap, dancing again. I leaned into him, pressing his lips between my breasts, he kissed me there and I had a wicked idea. He made me wicked, he brought out the wild untamed side of me. I pulled away and ground against the head of his cock. "If you come before me, I'm going to make you get on your knees and clean up your mess." His strokes slowed immediately, and I stood to remove my panties. His only response was his unyielding, fevered, gaze.

"Give them to me," he held out his other hand. I placed it in his palm and had to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together to relieve the pressure without showing how desperate I was for release. Caleb lifted the thong to his lips and sniffed them before licking them. "You smell so sweet, baby." He wrapped the lace around his cock and smirked as he commanded me, "Dance. "

I did, undressing as I went. Caleb moaned, I turned to see him dripping down his length onto my lace.

"Can I make a request?" his voice was so deep and dark it sent a thrill up my core. "Crawl to me again?"

I dropped to the ground, spreading my legs wide into a center split so that he could watch my pussy stretch. I played with my hair, wrapped a hand around my throat. He liked that, I could see it in the way his lips turned up on one side. I dove out of the split onto my belly and rolled onto my back and grabbed my breasts in my hands, lifting my heels to the ceiling. I played with my nipples. Arched my back so that I could see him behind me and asked coyly, "Why should I acquiesce?" I rolled my ankles, crossing and uncrossing them, knowing he was probably hoping I'd let my legs drop open to a split so that he could see all of me.

"I'll give you whatever you want, Juliette, I swear."

"There you are," I purred, reveling in his worship. "My sweet little plaything. I like it when you beg." If I commanded him to lick my shoes, he would. I'd never had this with anyone, this intense eye contact, Caleb's inability to look away. From me. He shamelessly watched, revered me. And it set my soul on fire.

I rolled to my stomach and pushed back to my knees. Caleb's eyes rolled back and then he stroked himself faster, harder, as I crawled slowly, at half tempo so he could watch my ass sway towards him. He whimpered and stopped masturbating, ruining his orgasm, edging himself. The tortured sound he made coupled with the sight of him, vulnerable and intimate, sent a dizzying wave of pleasure through me.

Eyes wide, I looked up at him through my lashes. "Like this?" I came up to my knees, just a few inches away from where he sat and touched myself. I pouted, "Don't you dare come." I let my hair cascade all to one side, hiding half of my face, hoping he would pull it into his fist and force his cock down my throat.

"Come here," he patted his lap and I faced away from him, dropping over his length and grinding my bare ass against it. Caleb reached around me and cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I allowed the touch, was starved for it, my body tightening at the pleasure. "I'm fine with cleaning up my mess," he growled in my ear.

Caleb

"You want to come on me or inside me?" she asked.

I grabbed my cock and held it at her entrance. She soaked my painfully sensitive tip as she ground her pussy against it, still to the beat of the music which had faded into nothing to me because I was so entranced by her. As though I lost all peripheral vision and senses. The feel of her against me. The smell of her perfume, flowery and vanilla, and sin. The little noises she made when she felt good.

"Turn around. I want to watch you pretend you're not as close as I am."

Checkmate . She turned and I could see from the way she steadied her breathing that she and I were playing a game of chicken now. I stroked my cock against her clit and she reached down to fondle my balls.

"Don't play dirty," I bit her lip.

"I play to win," she threatened, angling herself so that she pulled my cock into her.

"Fuck," I cursed. Juliette was so wet, so warm and delicious, and feminine, and sexy. Divine.

"Yeah?" she moaned. She thrust her hips a few times, inching me to orgasm and then lifted off of me, denying me again. I hooked my thumb under her garter and snapped the elastic. She cried out in surprise. I did it again and she moaned. I lifted her hips, bent her over the chair and dropped to my knees, tasting her one more time.

Positioning myself behind her, I teased Juliette's entrance. I wrapped my hand around her throat to bring her chest up, arching Juliette's back as far as she could go. Juliette placed a stiletto on the chair, and reached around to my nape, digging her nails in as I entered her. "You're going to come with me, Juliette," I ordered.

She cried out, wordless moans and whimpers as I fucked her, hard. Long, deep strokes. "You're so sexy, my little pet. You're trying so hard not to come, aren't you? Come for me," I said through gritted teeth.

"Caleb!"

"That's right," I growled into her hair as I felt her tense around me. Had to hold my breath and focus on holding on while she caught her release. I pulled out so that she made a little noise of disappointment. But her smile was wicked and satisfied against my cheek.

I used the discarded robe to clean up her back, then dropped to my knees again to clean up her pretty swollen cunt, open wide for me, still aching. Juliette's little gasps and sighs, the way her hips backed away from my tongue when I kissed at an especially sensitive spot kept made me want more.

"Mmm," Juliette sighed, "What a good boy."

"Let's go to bed." I smiled up at her and she took my hand. I spanked her ass and she yelped, galloping up the stairs and down the hall as I chased her. I caught up to her and pushed her onto the bed, coming over her. Lips colliding, she wriggled underneath me, settling my hips between her legs. "I need some downtime," I admitted sheepishly.

She chuckled into my kiss, "Let's watch an episode of something then."

I rolled off her and we slipped under the covers. She passed me the remote and nestled into the crook of my arm. "You think Kelsey will be mad if we watch the next episode without her?" I asked.

"We'll just pretend we're shocked when we watch a second time," she said, laying her thigh over mine.

We didn't watch one episode, we watched three, enthralled by the drama and laughing at how unrealistic it all was. I played with Juliette's hair, and she stroked my chest, until she wasn't stroking my chest anymore. Her hand slipped lower, dipping to my growing erection.

"And what do you think you're doing?"

"I want more," Juliette purred, sitting up and straddling me. She lowered her breast to my mouth and giggled when I tickled her waist for a quick second.

I looked up at her and thought if I could only have one memory for the rest of my life, it would be this. This snapshot of Juliette's musical laughter, the cadence of her breath, the feel of her hands on my bare skin, hair falling in her face as she smiled down at me. She was joy incarnate, happiness everlasting, and the fleeting feeling of truly being alive. This would be the one thing I would visit for the rest of my days. The way that she consumed me, my foolish heart beating with a dull ache in my chest for her to feel the same way. This tortured ecstasy. I would choose this moment with her—all of these moments we shared strung together like a movie reel. And still, it wouldn't satisfy me.

"I never want to let you go," I admitted on a whisper.

Juliette's smile turned to a kiss and against my lips she gifted me her laughter again, framing my jaw with her hands. "Then don't." I took her bottom lip in my teeth and focused on the way her chest felt pressed against mine, heartbeat to heartbeat. Juliette kissed my cheek and said softly, cautiously, "I love you."

I pulled away, catching her jaw in-between my thumb and forefinger. Her honeyed eyes wide. "I love you," I replied. "I am in love with you."

Juliette's smile returned and our bodies collided again, kissing as though it might be the last time. As if there weren't enough hours left in the night. It felt that way. As if we were together on borrowed time and one day some otherworldly being would come to collect these moments, take them back and part us from one another.

I pressed her harder against me, and she did the same with her thighs around my waist. I slipped inside of her and this time it was different because we were in love, and we'd given up pretending it was just sex.