My Girl
Chapter 8

I poured the three of shots on, placed them on the side table next to the pool table to have them ready.

We all take turns playing against each other. Caleb is pretty good, which means, unfortunately for my brother, he has had to down several shots. He is already slurring and stumbling around. He only lasted an hour.

I'm going to nag him about this tomorrow.

I'm a little tipsy, I have been keeping up pretty well, but I don't even perceive how. I have not played in years. It's pure luck right now. Both Caleb and Jake would act shocked when I'd manage to knock a ball into a hole.

The vodka is starting to go to my head. I feel my body relaxing as my face flushes.

I go to make a shot that I knew I can land effortless, but right before I aimed my stick down, Caleb interrupted me.

“Your form is off. Let me show you.” he positioned himself behind me and pretended to show me.

I adjust myself, purposely rubbing my ass back against him, making him suck in a breath.

Around thirty minutes later, we were all pretty drunk, though my brother took the win for who was drunkest. He was close to passing out, and I took pity on him.

“Let's watch a movie now. I'm tired of playing pool,” I sighed and sat on the couch.

"Yeah sure,” Jake slurred, hiccuped, and basically flung himself onto the recliner.

“What are we watching?” Caleb asked as he sat next to me on the couch.

“I don't even care. We can just flip through channels until we replace something. My brother won't last another five minutes anyway,” I shrugged and laughed when I saw Jake raising a middle finger towards me.

“Fuck you both,” he growled.

“I said nothing,” Caleb chuckled.

I finally settled on a horror movie, grabbed the blanket that was hanging on the back of the couch, and got comfortable.

“Share the blanket,” Caleb whispered.

Could at least add, please.

Dang bossy male.

I tossed half of the blanket with a dramatic sigh. I actually hate sharing throw pillows. I like them all to myself. Maybe because they are not the biggest.

We sit there a few minutes in silence, watching the movie. Suddenly, I feel a warm palm on my thigh under the blanket. It caused me to jump, and thankfully my brother is now passed out and snoring he didn't hear.

I looked at Caleb. He wasn't looking at me. His eyes were glued to the TV, a small smirk formed on his lips as I watched him.

His hand slid further up.

Fuck.

He has his full hand between my legs, rubbing through the thin fabric. Slowly pressing his thumb over my clit, making my pussy become wetter, and I know my wetness is soaking the silk fabric of my shorts.

I bit my bottom lip, trying not to squirm as I swung my eyes to the TV.

He slips his hand under the fabric of my shorts.

Shit.

I glanced over towards Jake again, making sure he was still sleeping. Thank god, he will be out for the rest of the night.

Caleb slipped a finger inside my wet folds. I gasped loudly, and threw my palm against my mouth to keep quiet.

He leaned toward me. “Don't hold back. I want to hear you,” he murmured against my ear before sucking my lobe into his mouth.

“Caleb,” I sighed.

I close my eyes to take in the full feeling and spread my legs wider apart. He slipped a second finger inside of me and I couldn't stop my hips from greeting seeking more and rubbed against his fingers.

“Damn, you are soaked,” he growled, bit my ear lobe and started to slowing move his fingers in and out of me.

“We shouldn't-,”

“Just feel what I do to you, baby,” Caleb growled, as he dragged his finger out, and then pushed it back in. His rhythm driving me insane.

Checking one last time Jake was still passed out. I straddled Caleb's lap, quickly, keeping his hand inside my shorts.

“Caleb,” I moaned.

“Fuck, that's hot,” he groaned while pulling down my shirt with his other hand, exposing my breast.

He sucks one nipple into his mouth, swirls his tongue around it in slowly teasing circles. I grind my pussy down on his two fingers, gently rocking my body on top of his.

The sensation builds, and I can't take it anymore. I have never wanted someone so much in my life.

“Make me come,” I ordered him, while mindlessly grinding on top of him and grabbed onto his shirt.

He grabs my jaw, squeezes it gently, and brought my lips down hard onto his. He kissed me deeply, shoving his tongue into my mouth before pulling away and looking into my eyes.

“I want to hear you. I want to hear you say my name while you come,” he growled against my mouth, and curved his fingers deep inside of me.

“Oh god,” I moaned and threw my head back, completely lost to the pleasure that he was producing inside my body. It seems like every inch of my skin is supercharged. It feels like I'm aware of everything.

His vodka and spearmint breath.

His aftershave.

His cologne.

“Come for me,” he demanded and twisted his fingers deep inside me of me.

I jerked my head up, stared into his eyes and came on his fingers, whimpering and moaning his name loudly, and felt my fingers pulsing hard around them.

Fucking hell.

How did that just happen?