The sheets were damp with sweat and s*x, the room thick with the smell of us, and my body felt boneless beneath him. But Caleb didn’t stay down long. He kissed me hard, teeth scraping my lip, and then he was pulling away, standing over the bed with his c**k already getting hard again.
“Shower,” he rasped, voice low and commanding. “Before we drown in our own sweat.”
I laughed weakly, but when he offered his hand, I took it. My legs trembled as I slid off the bed, still sore and slick between my thighs, but he steadied me, guiding me into the cramped motel bathroom.
The second he shut the door, he shoved me against it, mouth crushing mine, and my laugh turned into a needy moan. The heat didn’t matter anymore. The only thing I could feel was him—his tongue, his hands, his c**k hardening a
