Authors: Kylie Knight
The words were like silk against the glossy black depths of the night, and Elaina found herself falling. The action. The excitement. The uncertainty. The gritty reality of it all. Beneath their squeaky clean exteriors there was danger and deception, and now they were caught up in this enticing web of a world Elaina had never envisioned.
With her arms wrapped as they were around his neck, Caleb adjusted his grip on her so he could scoop her off her feet. Supporting her beneath the ass he carried Elaina to the empty bed and tossed her down upon it, looking down upon her with his predatory gaze.
"And I'm ready to invest a little in you tonight."
The words stole her breath away. Heat rose up her neck and into her cheeks, and she pressed her thighs together to try to stem her rising arousal. Caleb wasn't having any of it. He followed her onto the bed and pushed her shoulder down with one hand while the other secured her thigh and pried it away from the other. Tonight she would deny herself nothing, and he would see to it.
Once her body was pinned, Caleb caught her lips hungrily. Beneath his strong body she was helpless, so out of control, and yet she loved it. For the first time in her adult life Elaina let herself be directed and used by another, and she found she wanted nothing more. Caleb was exactly the kind of strong, capable man she needed — his name be damned.
The kiss they shared was heated and passionate, and she lost herself to it. In that moment the loss of staff and the staggering budget cuts they had to sustain didn't matter; Elaina was finally free. Caleb's body, so firm and tone, pressed down against her as the kiss continued. The cotton of his pants was soft and easily gave way to the growing desire she stirred for him. Feeling Caleb grow hard only served to heat her own fires, and soon Elaina was doing more than just lying beneath him. Her hips rose, grinding gently and drawing a corresponding gesture from him. Fully clothed they grinded against one another as Caleb's tongue slipped into her mouth to dominate.
It seemed like his broad hands were everywhere at once. Over the black clothes she wore he traced the lines of her body, savoring the curve of her hip and the small rounds of her breasts. It trailed down her flat stomach and then further, until his fingertips had reached her groin and teased at the spot between her legs that he'd worked into frenzy.
"Stop playing with me," Elaina breathed between breaks in their kiss. "Take my clothes off."
Even though Caleb had taken control, Elaina could wait no longer. The fingers had dipped downward, teasing over her clothes and between her thighs.
"Greedy," Caleb teased her, smirking wide. "But I guess I can agree. Even if you're bossing me around, the request is for something personal. I won't deny you."
But granting her wish meant a punishment of another kind. Caleb's hand rose from where it had been teasing her needy sex to undo the zipper of her hoodie, leaving her unstimulated. Elaina exhaled at the loss, trying not to come across as weak. But wasn't this union all about giving in to weakness and emotion?
"You have to keep touching me," she begged him at last. "I need it."
He laughed, somewhat mocking but somewhat sincere.
"After what happened tonight I don't blame you."
The memory, as haunting as it was, felt distance. Here they were, cocooned in a stranger's room while a gang hunted them like animals, and yet her thoughts were so far away. Caleb was what mattered. Passion. Experience. Selfishness. In that moment she was human.
And yet he did not fulfill her request. Elaina moaned and pressed up against him with need, but all Caleb was interested in now was stripping her. The hoodie found a new home on the bedroom floor, and then so too did the tank top she wore beneath it. When her stomach and chest were exposed, only the globes of her breasts hidden behind the simple black bra she wore, Caleb hummed low in his throat.
"If Matt had told me his sister was this hot, I might have been more inclined to overlook the bitch that comes with the rest of the package."
Usually Elaina would have bristled at the comment, but Caleb had her under his spell.
"Shut up," she whispered, voice sharp, "and show me how a man comforts a woman in distress."
More laughter. Caleb let his hands trail over her modest breasts and squeezed them, sending hot waves of passion through Elaina's body. Instead of continuing to strip her, when he was satisfied with her breasts he undid his own hoodie and cast it to the floor, then chased it with the black t-shirt he wore beneath. Caleb was sculpted, body sleek and hairless like a swimmer's, until his navel. Beneath the hole a thin stretch of dark hair ran downwards, drawing her attention to the gift that lay within his pants.
"Well, you're not crying," he muttered, leaning down over her once more to press a hot kiss to her jaw and then again to her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin just hard enough to leave a mark. "So I think I'm doing a pretty good job as it is."
But before she had time to protest, Caleb had slipped one of his skilled hands beneath the material of the yoga pants she wore and began to trace his fingers over the crotch of her panties.
"Oh Lainey," he uttered, the fingers working tight circles to tantalize her clit, "you're soaked, you dirty girl. Crawling into bed with a Colten does this to you?"
Now that his fingers pressed down upon her as they did, Elaina could feel her excitement. Warm, slick secretions had soaked through her panties, and while usually she would have been embarrassed, now there seemed nothing more arousing in the world.
"Just one Colten," she replied. Just one man. For as bad as Caleb was, she felt herself falling hard. What kind of secrets lurked beneath his dark exterior?
"Mm, that's what I like to hear..."
Elaina lifted her hips and wiggled out of her yoga pants for him, leaving her in just her panties and her bra. Now that the last layers had been revealed, Caleb let his hand leave her sex once more to toy with the elastic waist of her panties.
"If I do this," he whispered to her, tone taunting, "I don't ever want to see that hardass again. Do you understand? I want you to live life freely and let go."
How could she ever want to go back to how she'd acted before after the way she'd felt staring down death? There was no more drive to push aside her wants now that she'd lost the comfort of supposed immortality.
"It's a deal."
The words had barely left her lips before he'd tugged her panties off and his fingers slipped between the slick folds of her sex. For the first time Caleb's finger met her clit in full, and Elaina could not hold back the quivering moan that broke free from the back of her throat. With adrenaline still heightened in her system, every touch felt that much more intense. She pressed down against him, needing more, and he gave it to her. Caleb's finger slipped down to tease her slit and work inside of it, and Elaina knew she had to have more.
"It's not enough," she gasped. "I need you."
The smirk was worth having to bed. Beautiful, satisfied darkness spread across Caleb's face, and without a word he took his hand away. In seconds he'd stripped free of his athletic pants, and then the boxer briefs he wore beneath met the floor with little ceremony.
If the smirk had been worth giving in and submitting to him, the shaft he unveiled was worth the danger they'd just faced. Just thick enough without seeming threatening, long, Elaina knew that she was in for a treat the second she saw it. But the look she got was short lived; now that they were undressed, Caleb wasn't wasting any time. He moved into position quickly and angled her hips so that the tip of his cock could brush against her entrance without manual manipulation.
"I'm going to take you raw, Lainey," he rasped. "I want you to feel everything you've been missing out on."
Elaina had always been safe, logical, and unwilling to give into temptation, but now she didn't care about the dangers of unsafe sex. All that mattered was that he take her and work her to the release she so desperately wanted. No shots had hit, but perhaps there had been a death tonight; the woman Elaina had been was no more.
"Do it," she pleaded.
And he did.
Elaina's body gave way to him as he pushed into her, stretching her walls and filling her up. Beneath him she squirmed, but the weight of his body and the insistence of his hands kept her pinned. Unprotected, Caleb rutted inside of her. This was not a passionate act of making love — this was the brutal coupling born of fear and joy and uncertainty.
Caleb moved inside of her as though he'd done it before. Each roll of his hips pushed him deeper and satisfied her more, until he was buried to his hilt and thrusting so close to her cervix that Elaina was sure he would cum right into her womb.
The heat that rolled from his body was sweltering, but it kept her grounded in the moment and prevented Elaina's mind from wandering. Here she was beneath Caleb Colten, the enemy, taking his unprotected rod and submitting to him willingly.
“Just keep— keep going," Elaina panted back. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, and she grinded against his body with a need she never knew she possessed. Caleb had her hooked.
And when she felt his hard body tense as orgasm loomed, Elaina knew she was so hooked she wouldn't ask him to pull out.
“Where do you want it?" he said through clenched teeth. Already she could feel his cock twitching inside of her, fighting to hold back its heavy load.
"Inside of me," Elaina breathed, feeling her own orgasm approaching as she imagined him spilling his thick seed inside of her. The union was risky and forbidden, but it made her hot. "I want all of it inside of me!"
Caleb did not argue. For a few moments the pace of his thrusts increased, but then he thrust one final time and remained buried inside of her. Elaina tightened her body around him and felt as his shaft pulsed and twitched, and then she could feel the warm gift he sowed inside of her. A Colten's load seeded her womb; how far she had fallen, but how much she loved it. Orgasm arrived, the deliverance of his cum too much for her to take. Rippling shudders ran down her sex, milking the seed from him and further up into her. Her proud Harraway body did its best to take his Colten seed into her womb.
Now there was nothing either of them could do than catch their breath and recover. The warmth of Caleb's body and the smell of his cologne soothed her, and it wasn't long before Caleb had caught her in his strong arms, rolled their bodies over, and she found herself beginning to drift off.
When morning light illuminated the room, Elaina stirred. Caleb was already sitting on the edge of the bed, getting dressed.
"It's over," she murmured, a grin spreading across her face. They hadn't been discovered and that meant that Caleb was free. "We survived."
"So," Caleb turned his head to look at her, a devious grin spreading his lips, "do you feel it was worth the three hundred? I like to think I provide a service worth its value. We put on a good show."
The first stirrings of morning were still clouding her mind, and Elaina frowned as she tried to work out what he'd just said. Value? Show?
"What are you talking about? I gave the money to those men who were after you."
"Yeah, it belongs to them. I paid them the bulk of the fee upfront, and told them the rest would be delivered the night of. I think it worked out to two hundred each man, which is pretty good for about an hour's work as an actor."
What? Elaina's jaw had started to fall open as she put the pieces together. The darkened pier. The restaurants and bars that had been closed. The appearance of the mob and the horrors they'd been through. Caleb sweeping in to her rescue.
"You arranged for all of this to happen?" she asked, flabbergasted. "Those were actors last night? We were never in danger of dying?"
"And I rented out the pier and all the surrounding buildings. Matt told me you'd need something drastic, so I brought the pain. That's what you paid for, wasn't it? You paid me to teach you how to loosen up and relate to others, and I think you related to me just fine last night." He hitched an eyebrow suggestively and turned away from her as he continued to dress.
To her surprise, Elaina wasn't angry. Yesterday she wouldn't have accepted such deception, but today she understood it. Caleb had done exactly what she'd asked, and she knew that if he hadn't tricked her like he had, she never would have appreciated life the way she did now.
Instead of yell, Elaina flopped back against the mattress and laughed.
"I can't believe it," she said through her laughter. "I can't believe all of that wasn't real."
"Well, one part was," Caleb said. He'd finished dressing, so once more he turned his attention towards her. "I want to keep meeting up to fuck. Last night was hot, and I'm not ready to let you go just yet."
Elaina's cheeks burned. Now that they'd spent the night together and she understood what Caleb had invested in her just to try to get her to loosen up and save her company, she found her ill-will towards the Colten family softening. The truth was that she wanted to see him again too, but her interests in him stretched beyond the physical. Caleb was a good guy. A smart guy. She was falling for him fast.