Page 12 of The Writer’s Block

Closing my eyes, I inhale and exhale five times and feel myself relax. Sometimes I get so anxious that I ramble on without taking a single breath.

“Good. You are stressing about things that aren’t a problem yet.”

“But it will be.”

“But it isn’t yet.” He taps my nose. “We have some time before dinner. Let’s start your research.”

“Now?” I squeak.

“Nothing crazy,” he teases. “I’ll explain everything to you before I do it.”

I blink in surprise. That’s so…considerate. A lot of men I’ve been with just try to jump right in the first time.

“Okay,” I reply. I should recoil at the thought of him and I together, but anticipation slowly rises in me.

“I’m going to lean in closer so my body is pressed against yours,” he murmurs. He does so, and his warmth comforts me.

He leans in until his lips almost touch mine. “Now, I want to kiss you, starting with your lips, then work my way to your neck. While I’m doing that, I’ll run my hands under your shirt and bra, then play with your nipples.”

His lips meet mine, and it feels as though I’m having my first kiss. Not because it’s bad. No. Not that. It’s because I’ve never had a kiss like this. He controls every inch of my mouth. Possessing it as if it belongs to him.

I feel his hand trail from my hip, up my stomach, and under my shirt. He continues moving it until it reaches my chest and over my nipple. Caleb circles his thumb around it, then pinches it before moving on to the other side. I let out a sharp cry at the sudden contact.

“Caleb,” I breathe out.

“Yes?” he replies nonchalantly as if he’s not driving me crazy.

I open my mouth to reply but stop when I feel his hands trailing down my stomach and unbuttoning my jeans.

“Wait, we might be going too fast. Just yesterday, we were just friends. Close friends. Best friends. I don’t think I can—”

Caleb pauses his movements and whispers, “JJ baby, relax. I got you. You know I do.” Instantly, I feel my body calm down at his words as if it has a mind of its own and is directly connected to him.

“I’m going to put my hand into your pants and feel you. Don’t think. Just feel me. Focus on how good I’m making you feel.”

His hand continues its journey and slips into my pants, then my underwear. Without any warning, he circles his fingers around my clit and pauses.

He clears his throat. “Is that—is that a piercing?”

“Um, yes. I recently got it.”

“Fuck me, JJ. What else are you hiding?” He pushes two long fingers inside of me. My legs slightly give, and I grab onto his arms, moaning into his mouth.

“I guess you’ll just have to find out,” I pant.

“Rule one, we are only sleeping with each other for this month. You can trust I won’t be out here with anyone else. Just you.”

I stare at him, trying not to moan at the feeling of his fingers thrusting into me.

Why does he think I can hold a stable conversation right now? I haven’t had sex in months. Sex. Not orgasms. I’ve had plenty with my rose vibrator, but it’s not the same as human touch.

Who am I kidding? It’s the same as Caleb’s touch.

He chuckles. “Nod if you got it, JJ.”

I do, and he continues.

“Rule two, if you feel uncomfortable or scared at any point during our ‘research’, we will stop. Got it?”