We watch the sun sink down into the water, closing out our perfect day and leading into an equally perfect evening.
“You want to drive home?” I ask him as we walk back to the car. It’s been a while since Caleb has driven a car and I feel like it will be just another thing to add to his list of feeling like his old self again.
“Yeah sure,” he says, taking the keys from my hand as we climb into my little SUV. He exhales hard as he starts the engine and then instructs me to give him directions, but he already doesn’t seem like he needs them. That confidence I’ve watched him gain floods over into everything we’ve done today.
“So, when we get home, we can have cake or pizza? I figured since it’s your birthday, I’d let you decide if you want to eat your dessert first.”
His eyes shoot over to me, wide and sparkling with mischief, but something about the way he smirks tells me he isn’t just thinking about cake.
“Let’s have dessert first tonight,” he responds, winking at me.
“Cake it is then.”
We’re back to the house in just under thirty minutes and with both of us still in our swimsuits, I grab the cake from where I left it to cool on the counter. Grabbing the frosting from the fridge, I get it covered quickly. I add some sprinkles and a few candles, lighting them and placing the cake on the kitchen island between us.
“Make a wish,” I tell him, my elbows resting on the counter as I lean closer to him.
“Aren’t you going to sing to me?” he asks, his eyebrows going up as he waits for my answer.
“Of course,” I reply, singing softly to him as he watches my face, his eyes flicking between the dancing candle flames and my lips.
And when I’m done, he takes in a big breath, pushing the air from his lungs as the flames flicker once and then go out.
“Happy birthday,” I whisper, the room darker than it was just moments ago, the only light coming from under the kitchen cabinets now.
I grab a knife and cut the first piece, sliding it onto a plate and then moving to cut another piece, mimicking my same movement as I slide the second piece onto a plate. I set the knife down, my fingertips sticky with frosting as I bring them to my mouth, sucking the first one in.
Something about the motion makes Caleb’s eyes widen, the blue nearly disappearing as his pupils expand. I stand there watching his face, his chest rising and falling fast, his eyes locked on where my finger is connected to my mouth and in that second, he stalks over to me.
He’s standing tall, towering over me, and I feel myself holding my breath, my heart racing. I’m silently begging for this to be it, for him to make the first move. And as if he can hear my thoughts, he pulls my finger from my mouth, and replaces it with his mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans against my lips, his hands gripping my hips roughly as he pulls my body against his. Our mouths are desperate and needy; we’re all tongues and hard breaths, our hands groping at each other’s bodies.
Caleb’s hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head to the side, he sucks and bites at my neck as I grind my hips against him. I feel deprived and insatiable, like this could go on forever, but still wanting it to happen immediately. I’m desperate for him, desperate to have him inside me.
“I need you to say it, Caleb,” I say, breathy and loud, begging him.
“I fucking want you, Ruby. I want you so fucking bad,” he tells me, not needing an explanation of what I needed to hear.
It’s like an open invitation and neither of us holds back. Caleb backs me up against the counter, his large body looming over mine as he uses his knee to widen my stance, shoving my legs open wider. He steps between them, his hard-on pressing against my lower stomach and I reach between us, my hand slipping into the front of his boardshorts.
Caleb’s head now falls back, a loud groan leaving his mouth as I wrap my hand around his hard length. He’s big and my small hand feels like it can’t possibly jerk him off the way I know he wants right now.
I fumble with the tie on his shorts, our mouths connected, our teeth clashing, kissing in desperation, but I know he wants more than this and I drop to my knees. Shoving his shorts down, I take him in my mouth, far and deep and he moans out again, encouraging me. I slide my mouth up and down, slowly, my teeth scraping gently, and he knots his hands in my hair, pulling a little as if he needs something to hold on to.
“Ruby,” he barks out, my name a warning on his lips, but I don’t stop.
Chapter Twenty
Caleb
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
Oh fuck, this feels amazing, unbelievable. So. Fucking. Good.
“Ruby,” I moan, my fingers tightening in her hair. “Ruby…” I trail off, my eyes opening as I look down at her, see what she’s doing, what she’s doing to me. God, it’s so fucking good, but shit, I need her to stop. I need her to… “Ruby,” I say again, sliding my hands to her arms and pulling her up to me before I can’t stop.
I groan as her mouth slides off me, instantly missing her warmth and her wetness. “What?” she whispers, a little breathless. “Is something wrong? Do you want—”
“No,” I say, cutting her off, my breathing also a little ragged. “Absolutely nothing is wrong.”
“Then why did you stop me?” she asks, and I can hear the sliver of fear in her voice.
I cup her jaw in my hands, bringing her face to mine as I press a kiss to her lips. “I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper, my forehead against hers, my eyes closed. “I really don’t want to stop any of this.”
“So what’s wrong?” she asks, confused.
I let out a soft laugh, even though there is absolutely nothing funny about this. “I…I um, shit, I haven’t done this in a really long time, Ruby and I…fuck, I don’t even have any condoms.”
I feel her fingers as they slide under my chin, lifting my face to hers. I open my eyes and find her smiling, her beautiful brown eyes looking back at me. “Come with me,” she whispers.
She takes my hand in hers and I awkwardly follow her to her bedroom as I quickly pull my shorts up. Inside, she walks over to my side of the bed, opening the drawer of the side table and pulling out a large and unopened box of condoms before throwing it on the bed, an incredibly sexy smile on her face.
“I’ve got it covered,” she whispers, walking back to me.
I exhale and groan with relief all at the same time and as soon as she’s close enough, I pull her against me. My hands slide up the back of her thighs and higher, taking the dress she’s wearing with me until it’s up and over her head and she’s in nothing but her bikini. Ruby’s smile widens as she pulls off my t-shirt, throwing it over her shoulder before she pushes my shorts to the floor so I’m standing naked in front of her.
“You’re wearing too many clothes still,” I whisper.
She grins, dragging her bottom lip between her teeth as she reaches behind, pulling on the strings of her bikini top until it comes loose and falls from her body.
“Fuck,” I murmur, knowing I fantasized about doing exactly that as she lay beside me on her bed last weekend.
My eyes are fixed on her breasts, unable to look away until I see her hands move to her bikini bottoms and slowly slide them down her legs so she’s naked, too.