I swung the apartment door open, heart racing, only to freeze. Caleb. Standing there, like he belonged in my space, in my fucking world. My chest tightened.
"Caleb?, what are you doing here?", I whispered, though my body betrayed me, leaning closer without thinking. He smirked, stepping in like he owned the moment. One hand brushed my neck, the other tilting my face just enough to give him access. He grabbed my neck aggressively and leaned in closer, his lips hovering near my ear, warm and teasing.
"I want to hear those pretty lips moan my name", he murmured, his voice low, deliberate, daring. "Until the neighbors hear."
Caleb stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click that somehow sounded like a promise. My pulse spiked as gaze swept over me, slow and unexpected, like he was memorizing every curve, every reaction.
"I wasn't expecting you", I breathed, though the words felt weak against the thrum of my heartbeat. He leaned in again, this time his fingers brushing my arm, sending sparks up my spine.
"I know", he murmured, voice low and husky. He paused and smirked "But some surprises....are worth showing up for."
My knees threatened to buckle, and I knew I shouldn't want him this close, shouldn't want the warmth radiating from his body. I knew another part of me craved for his touch, I wanted it- him - more than I wanna admit it. It was as if he could see right through me, and I hated that, yet with him, it's always like a game, you never know what he's thinking or what his next move will be.
"You always make it this easy for me?", he asked, still smirking. There was something in his eyes that made him seem dangerous and unpredictable. This both terrifies me and yet makes my heart race with adrenaline. I opened my mouth, then closed it. What was I supposed to say? No?, that sounded impossible when every nerve in me was screaming yes!.
He took a slow step closer, and the sir between us thickened. "You don't know whether to push me away or pull me in", he whispered, his voice curling around me like smoke. "And I think....I like that"
I swallowed hard. He was trouble, the kind of trouble I shouldn't want, but the more he lingered, the harder it became to resist. His gaze lingered on me, dark and unyielding, and I could feel the weight of it pressing against my skin. The faint sizzle of the kettle and the soft clink of the dishes on the counter filled the space between us, but it did nothing to drown out the pull I felt towards him. Every instinct screamed to run, but every nerve in my body ached to stay.
"You're quiet", Caleb teased, stepping closer, brushing past the edge of the counter so that the warmth of him pressed near me. "Thought you would have more fight in you".
I opened my mouth to retort, but the words caught in my throat. He leaned against the counter, one hand resting near mine, and the scent of him, a mix of danger and something intoxicatingly familiar and made it impossible to think clearly. He was a challenge I wasn't sure I could resist, and maybe....I didn't want to.
I tried to step back, to put distance between us, but my legs felt heavy, as if the floor itself was holding me in place. Caleb's eyes darkened, and I realized he wasn't just noticing my hesitation, he was feeding off it, as if every flicker of fear and uncertainty in me only made him more bolder. Before I could think, his hands were on me, firm and steady, lifting me effortlessly off the ground.
My breath hitched. "Caleb...w..wa..wait", I breathed out heavily, panic and excitement mingling in my chest, but he silenced me with a look that brooked no argument. My body pressed against his, and the warmth radiating from him almost unbearable, every nerve ending seemed alive, each breath a shiver that ran straight down to places I didn't know could feel so much. His lips hovered near mine, teasing, testing and the tension between us became a living thing, pulsing and electric.
When he finally kissed me, It wasn't gentle. It was urgent, demanding, and somehow still full of control. My hands shot up, tangling in his hair, as every rational thought fled. The taste of him, the feel of his hands exploring, the scent of danger wrapped in something addictively familiar. It hit me like fire. I wanted to resist. I should have resisted.
Every warning bell in my head screamed at me to pull away, but I couldn't. Not when his lips, his body, his presence made the world shrink down to just us. He pulled back slightly, just enough for our foreheads to touch, his breath hot against my cheek. His chest rose and fell, heavy and commanding. "This....is just the beginning", he murmured, voice low and dangerous, each word threading itself into my mind.
I swallowed hard, chest heaving, unable to speak, and realized with a jolt that I was already hooked. Caleb wasn't just a man, he was a storm, a temptation, a danger that I couldn't and didn't want to, resist. And even as I tried to gather my thoughts, to regain some semblance of control, I knew one thing for certain, nothing in my life would ever be the same again.
Caleb's hands slid along my waist, firm and unrelenting. My pulse raced, every nerve alive with anticipation and fear. He made sure to hold on to me tightly, as if scared of ever letting me out of his grip. Every kiss was a claim, every brush of his hands against me sending sparks of fire that it impossible to think straight. He broke the kiss for just a moment, eyes dark and intense. "You feel that?", he murmured, and I realized just how hard he was, pressing against me in a way that made my heartbeat stutter....downthere. I could only nod, breathless, my body flush against his.
He pulled me against him, still holding me close, and I felt his cock pulse, a shiver running through my body as I let out a soft moan, he groaned in response, voice low and rough. "You're driving me crazy right now", he murmured, before leaning close to whisper, "Let's take this to the bedroom....I want to hear more".