Cruel

Chapter 19

Sutton

We lay in my bed, never making it to Caleb's room. My body tightly embraced in his thick strong arms, the feel of his hold along with the feel of his recent show of compassion making me finally and truly feel appreciated, cared for, wanted, maybe possibly loved, even though I know it's a long shot.

With my eyes wide open, I silently observe him sleeping. His flawless features along with his gorgeous face my only view. The sight garnering my full attention. The unattainable monster is gone, the beautiful man he is lying in front of me instead.

My hand goes to his hair, my fingers finding their way through the silky autumn locks wanting and needing to touch him as my skin feathers his face with each leafing motion. I so badly yearn to tell him that I love him, that I hope and need for the things he's said to me last night to be true. Instead, I keep my lips fitted together, never letting any of the words I want to say escape me during his slumber for fear he might hear. I just let myself relish in this moment, wanting it to last forever, because I know it could all disappear in an instance when it comes to Caleb. He's too unpredictable, too unstable to trust that tomorrow or even now he might become a different person than he was only hours ago.

"Sutton," His eyes slowly break apart, the shimmering blue peering out through the lids. "I'm glad you've decided to stay, you are staying, right?" He asks peculiarly with a slight hint of distraught.

I was so confused, so lost, my heart aching in an unbearable ridiculous pain, ready to run for the hills, ready to walk away to avoid anymore confusing torture, but now, now I don't know. I'm free to leave with no repercussions with the exception of a broken heart, a heart that could be breaking in ten million more pieces that it has already been shattered into before, but Caleb's showing me without question I have some hold on him. I have meaning, I have importance when it comes to his life, when it comes to his heart, so now I have to ask myself once more, do I stay? Is this worth fighting for? Is the man I believe I love a man worth not giving up regardless of the consequences?

I take a moment to answer, thinking things through thoroughly. It doesn't take long for my emotions to win out, everything positive about Caleb weighing out the negative when I come to my decision. "For now I'll stay." My answer leaves doubt and not to be deceiving, not to play games. It's the truth, I want him to know that I can only handle so much more abuse, that it needs to come to an end or I will walk, I will leave. My emotions, my heart, can only tolerate so much before it becomes enough for even a strong woman like myself to handle. Every once in awhile, I finally need to declare defeat.

"You don't know how happy you've made me," he smiles, his eyes widening, his iciness absent. His entire body awakens, his arms reach out, pulling me to him, making sure his lips take to mine. Teasingly, he plays with my mouth, sucking on my lips in intervals, biting and nibling, not letting our tongues meet. He lets our mouths playfully mingle in a seductive heaven before letting our kiss find way. A blissful union that soils my panties if I had a pair on.

His kisses quickly become heightened, the beast I first met becoming unleashed once more. His mouth is finding every part of my anatomy, my body shaking in nervousness and anticipation while he feeds off it.

Somehow, I've turned on my stomach with his lips and tongue moving about feverishly trying to taste every section, every inch. I'm crying and whimpering with every inhale and exhale, fighting to find its way in and out. Caleb does something to me no other man has ever done before with my body and emotions, not knowing how to handle it.

His hands have slipped underneath of me, finding my breasts. His massaging masculine fingers kneading the sensitive area, his fingers taking to my n*****s, rolling over and about, making sure the sharp, hardened buds aren't ignored.

My center calls out to me mentally, physically, with its dripping wetness, screaming to have Caleb violate its premises. Everything in me agreeing.

I don't know if it's me, I don't know if it's him, but when he's taking advantage from behind, I easily turn into putty. The sensations tear away at my essence. It feels too remarkable to say no to him, to have him stop, to let myself deny such pleasures I know will only take me to another universe undiscovered by man, a universe I know only Caleb can bring me to.

We should be discussing our issues, not f*****g them into oblivion. I know better, he knows better, yet s*x is his form of communication and, like usual, I submit with little or no resilience.

His mouth keeps moving as I feel his hand take hold of his girth, carefully searching to find my entrance until he's inserted himself holding firmly onto his manhood as he guides himself in. A small sigh of relief sneaking out of my lips when I feel him inside.

I position my hands at the top of the bed over my head, my fingers curling around the sheets because I know how much force he f***s with, I know I need something to grasp onto, to maintain some bit of composure.

Unlike last time he slams into me, my entire body shifting upwards across the mattress. His large c**k tears away at my entrance, the sensations painful yet my body craves more.

"Again," I cry out letting him know I need and want so much more of his abuse.

"God baby, you're so f*****g perfect," he growls, executing another slamming thrust, throwing me upwards towards the headboard. My body shifts abrasively from the force that carries more power than a tornado.

The way my body responds to his, he knows it's never too much, it's never too hard, too violent. I take it, I take everything he has to give while he continues with more pounding thrusts. His c**k hammering away, his chest bare against my back. Our heated sweaty flesh pressed against each other as he pushes into me.

Caleb's mouth finds the nape of my neck, his lips and tongue licking, his hips wavering against my backside vehemently. He's on fire, I'm on fire, both of us needing to be extinguished.

Lost in ecstasy, my body begins to convulse, my toes curling, my fingers tightening aggressively against the sheets. My orgasm makes way with each acute thrust.

Caleb's orgasm finds redemption shortly after mine. His labored breathing burning into the crook of my neck as he falters down against me, his body drained.

"Sutton, I want you to pack a bag this morning. We're going away for a little while," he suddenly says to me once he's caught his breath and removed himself.

This is Caleb. I should have known better to expect the unexpected. I have questions, but for now I'll leave them alone and do what he says. I'm making a difference, I'm getting through, he cares for me and that's all that matters.