Page 18 of The Writer’s Block

A little air of laughter escapes his lips. “Let’s see if I can top your old man.” He removes the rest of my clothes, then his, leaving me to admire his body.

“Wow,” I whisper. “I can see why you’re worth 15 million dollars.” I slap my hand over my mouth, wanting to die from embarrassment.

He smirks. “Yeah.” He moves to lie on the bed, showcasing himself. “Come find out what this 15-million-dollar body feels like.” I crawl onto the bed, beside him, unsure of what to do.

“Sit on my face,” he commands softly.

I bite my lip nervously. “Sit or hover? I’m concerned about your ability to breathe. I got some meat on me. You might not be used to—”

He rudely cuts me off. “What did I say, JJ?”

“Sit.”

“Then, why are we having this conversation?”

“Because I—oomph.” He grabs my hips and pulls me onto him.

He lays back, placing his hands behind his head. I lick my lips at the sight of his muscles flexing.

What can I say? I’m an arms girl.

I cross my arms. “Okay, okay. I’ll sit, but if you die, I’m throwing your body in a lake and pretending like I’m shocked that you’re missing.”

A dimple pops up. “But what a way to go.” He brings me closer and pulls my hips down. His tongue dives right in, completely shattering me. Any modesty I thought I may have gone out the window the moment his lips touched me.

He sucks, kisses, licks, and bites me until I’m writhing. He sucks on my protruding clit, and I press down onto him, no longer caring whether or not he can breathe.

“Caleb,” I moan, his name leaving my mouth like a prayer.

I feel him groan against me. “Fuck, I like hearing you say my name as you beg. Say it again.”

Giving him what he wants, I moan. “Caleb.” He angles my hips and the feeling of his tongue in my ass has me gasping.

I’m so close. I can feel it.

He moves his mouth away, and I whimper in desperation. “Not yet. I want to be with you when you come.”

Flipping me onto my back, he climbs between my legs and positions himself right at my opening. “Take a deep breath in,” he commands. Instantly, I do as he says.

Why did he tell me—

He drives inside and I choke out the breath he just told me to inhale. As if my body has a mind of its own, I clench around him, finding my release.

Christ.

One stroke and my body already gave into him.

But no, he doesn’t give me time to recuperate. Instead, he brings my legs higher, thrusting at a relentless pace.

He groans. “You still got some left in you. Research has just begun.” He grabs my jaw, holding my head in place so I have no choice but to look at him.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he growls into my ear. “Tell me you can take more.” I nod, my words unable to form.

“Words, JJ. Use your words,” he demands.

“Yes, I can take more.”

As if those words flipped a switch in him, he roughly grabs me and flips me onto my stomach like a rag doll. There is no time for recovery before he slams back in, erupting a scream from me.