Bite by Deborah Castellano Page B

‘Trust me, I have no idea what’s going on. I don’t even know what happened to me. I just woke up earlier today in a coffin.’
    â€˜You poor thing. That must have been awful.’ He replied, coping remarkably well for someone who was currently talking to his dead ex-girlfriend. ‘Your mum just called and told me the news –’ he paused ‘which is clearly why I’m now hallucinating that you’re sitting right here, talking to me.’
    â€˜You’re not hallucinating, Jake. I’m really here.’
    â€˜Don’t be ridiculous. There’s no such thing as ghosts.’
    â€˜Jake,’ Caitlyn sighed. ‘It’s me.’
    â€˜Prove it.’
    More through frustration than anything, Caitlyn cupped her hand over Jacob’s groin and squeezed so hard he yelped.
    â€˜You bitch!’ he yelled, rubbing himself gingerly. ‘What did you do that for?’
    â€˜Well,’ she tartly replied, ‘you wouldn’t believe your eyes, so I thought perhaps you’d believe your dick.’
    Despite his discomfort, Jacob couldn’t help but grin. Real or not, this was his Caitlyn all over.
    â€˜OK, so us having had a disagreement, what would normally happen next?’
    Caitlyn took in Jacob’s grinning face and knew exactly what he was angling for. What’s more, in the spirit of living every moment like it was her last, she was going to give it to him. Shifting into his lap, she slipped a hand behind his head and pulled his face to hers, crushing their lips together.
    Instantly, Jacob’s hands went to her face and he pulled her more tightly to him. Before long, she felt his cock pressing into her arse and her pussy dampened in response. This wasn’t the usual heated exchange that normally followed an argument. In fact, they were devouring one another’s mouths like it was the last time. Probably because, deep down, they both knew it could be.
    Pulling away, Caitlyn tugged off her top and was kissing Jacob again before he had time to protest. His heated skin against hers drove her crazy, almost heady with lust. Her hands roamed the planes of his chest, the hard muscle beneath her fingers reminding her of his immense physical fitness and how it had coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of her. She smiled and Jacob broke the kiss to look at her enquiringly.
    â€˜What?’ he said. ‘Did I do something wrong?’
    â€˜When have you ever done anything wrong?’
    He quirked an eyebrow.
    â€˜When it comes to sex I mean,’ she hastily corrected. ‘I was just having dirty thoughts, that’s all.’
    â€˜Glad to hear it. Though now I’m going to stop you from thinking altogether.’
    â€˜And how –’
    Caitlyn never got chance to finish her question as Jacob engaged her in a spine-meltingly hot kiss while deftly undoing her bra. Tossing it to the floor, he palmed her tits and teased her nipples until they were hard little bullets beneath his fingers.
    Then he suddenly stopped his torment of her breasts, only to pick her up and carry her effortlessly to his bedroom. Dropping her onto the mattress, he had her completely naked within seconds. His own jeans were discarded quickly afterwards, joining the pile of her clothes on the floor. He’d been commando beneath his jeans, and his cock stood erect from the blond curls at its base. A bead of pre-come oozed from its tip.
    Before she had chance to sit up and taste it, Jacob crawled onto the big bed and was above her. Capturing her bottom lip between his teeth, he pulled it into his mouth and sucked, all the while rubbing his cock up and down her wet slit. Every thrust bumped against Caitlyn’s swollen clit and she was soon teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
    Then, just when she couldn’t take any more teasing, Jacob entered her. She was so wet that his shaft slid easily into her, right to the hilt. Unintelligible sounds and expletives poured