Erin McCarthy: It’s About Time

Caleb pulled back and laughed. “Don’t give meoops. You knew what you were doing.”

“What areyou doing?” It appeared he was taking his underwear off, which left one thought in her head.Yes, yes, yes.

Struggling to sit up for a better view as he bared his skin, she asked curiously, “Are you…proportionate?”

His briefs were off and he rolled back toward her on his side.

Her question was answered. Oh, God, that thing was astonishing. Trish gulped.

“Yes, I’m proportionate.”

“I see.”

“I know you claimed I’m a freak of nature, but honestly, Trish, I’m not that big.”

She’d be the judge of that. “You look like you take your vitamins to me.” Ripping her eyes off of his fully engorged penis, she slid closer to him, licking her tongue across his chest. “I’m impressed.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

Closing her mouth around his nipple, she sucked, her fingers digging in his chest hair. “Put a condom on, Caleb. Before I throw a temper tantrum.”

He went still. “I don’t have any condoms. I…I just don’t.”

A thousand angry no’s went screaming through her head. Then she picked her head up off his chest and dragged her thigh off of his as hope restored itself. She resisted the urge to grind herself against him and sat up. “Don’t panic. I think I might have some.”

Crawling off the bed, she rushed across the room to her dresser. “My friend Ashley decided to become a Pleasure Party consultant a few months ago.”

“What’s a Pleasure Party consultant?”

“Someone who sells sex toys. Officially, they call them romance-enhancing products, but they’re really sex toys.” Trish dug through the drawer. “Come on, they’ve got to be in here. I was trying to support her, you know, so I bought some lingerie and stuff and condoms.”

Her hand closed over them. The condoms had been a joke. Because they were glow-in-the-dark pink.

But they were fully functional.

She ripped a row out of the box.

And turned and collided with him. “Oh! I didn’t know you were so close.”

Hitting that much immobile man sent her bouncing back into her dresser, and she nearly took a handle in the butt before Caleb steadied her. With hands that were now sliding across her backside and making interesting little crossroads into her inner thighs.

All while that impressive erection nudged her in the belly.

“Condom,” she said, holding the packets up in front of his chin before he distracted her with his talented tongue, currently running along her neck.

He took them and moved out of her space. Dammit.

Caleb ripped the pack open and got one out. And dropped it.

“Holy shit. It’s pink, Trish!”

“Novelty condoms.” She shrugged.

“I can’t slap a pink rubber on my dick.” The look of horror on his face made her laugh.

“It’s not like I’m going to doubt your masculinity.” Unable to stop herself, she wrapped a hand around him and stroked. No, no question there. “Come on, it’s this or it’s nothing. I don’t have any other ones.”

He was tense, grinding his teeth together. But it didn’t take him long to decide. He bent over and retrieved the pack, knocking her hand off him with the motion.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Of course not.” Hilarity was not the overriding reaction his presence brought on.

Turning slightly from her, Caleb rolled on the condom.

“Need some help?” Trish asked, fingers itching to lend assistance. She should be shocked at herself. She’d never been quite so voracious about sleeping with a guy before.

But analyzing her rioting emotions wasn’t top on her to-do list right now.

“I got it, thanks.” Caleb turned back, an endearing and adorable stain on his cheeks-Trish glanced down-that matched the hue of the condom sheathing him.

He was wearing a pink condom and Trish was laughing. Somehow this wasn’t the way Caleb had pictured events playing out.

Hands on his hips, he grimaced and fought the urge to cover himself with one of Trish’s red pillows. “You said you wouldn’t laugh.”

She covered her mouth. “I didn’t mean to.” She struggled to wipe the grin from her face. “Sorry. Okay, I’ve got it.”

Then she glanced down and nearly suffocated herself trying to hold in a laugh, fingers pinching her nose.

Granted, he was a little embarrassed. The thing was pink. Shocking pink, not-found-in-nature pink. But he was still turned on, and watching Trish was a joy. She was so direct, honest, so up-front about what she was thinking and feeling, and he liked seeing her laugh, especially since she was doing it naked.

“It’s not really your color.”

What would be, he wondered. “I can take it off,” he said, brushing his thumb over her nipple.

Her laugh cut off on a thin moan. “No, you can’t do that. Don’t worry about its color, pretend it’s just normal.” Fingers clung to his arms. “Better yet, just-hide it.”

When her breath hitched like that and she got that excited, aroused look of anticipation on her face, he thought he could wear a spotted or floral condom and not give a crap. At least, the spotted. Floral would probably be too much to handle with a straight face.

“Where should I hide it?” Caleb pressed against her body, before giving in to impulse and lifting her into his arms.

“Whoa!” she shrieked, grabbing at him. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I’m hiding the condom from your view.” Caleb bounced her a little, adjusting her in his grip, her bottom nestled against his abdomen, her breasts brushing over his chest in a torturous tease.

“Really? Well, I had a better way to hide it than this.”

He just bet she did. “I’m taking you to the bed, so you can show me.”

“Perfect.”

She was. When he laid her down on her crisp white sheets, the red bedcover piled on the floor, he forgot about pink condoms, and without any thought or plan or warning, pushed inside her moist opening.

Caleb held still, pleasure pulsing through him. Her hot little body writhed under him and tight, moist walls clamped down on him, making him grit his teeth.Holy shit. He’d forgotten how good it felt to be in a woman, how much he’d missed it.

But he didn’t want to finish before he started. And he didn’t want to crush her with the weight of his body, so he held himself over her and pulled back for a nice, long, slow stroke, savoring the snap of acute ecstasy in his nerve endings.

“More.”

Another thrust. Another demanding “more” from Trish. Pausing, Caleb stared down at her, thrown off his game, not sure what she was really asking for.

“What…” he trailed off when she pushed on his chest.

“You’re holding back,” she accused, giving another little shove.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Neither did he want to be talking. He stared at her in confusion.

“You won’t. Now get on your back.”

For a second he just lingered there, half in her, half out, feeling like a gigantic goofball who didn’t know how to please a woman. Then because he wasn’t sure what else to do, he rolled onto his back, Trish gripping his arms and following him, until she wound up on top of him.

A bolt of lust shot through him.

It had possibilities.

Trish splayed her hands on his chest and arched her back. “You’ve got to understand something about me. I’m not a nice girl. I send men to prison every day and I enjoy it. And when I want something, I really want it.”

She moved, lifting off and on him, with sure, confident strokes, and Caleb couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was gorgeous-mouth open, eyes glazed with pleasure as she rode his cock slowly at first, then increasing in speed.