Acting The Part

Chapter 16: Caleb

 Chapter 16: Caleb

I couldn't stop watching her. The way her body moved beside me, the dim streetlights caught her laugh, the way her hair fell over her shoulders like a curtain of silk.

Everything about her was magnetic, like she was pulling me in without even trying. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, feeling my cock throb just from the way her hand rested on my thigh.

Megan was still buzzing from the dinner, her cheeks flushed with alcohol and adrenaline, her lips slightly parted as she leaned back in the seat, eyes half-closed.

She was beautiful, and she didn't even know it. Or maybe she did, but not in the way that made her arrogant. She had this natural, effortless allure that made it impossible to look away.

And fuck, I didn't want to look away.

The city lights passed in a blur as I drove, but I wasn't even paying attention to the road. I could feel the heat between us growing, thickening the air inside the car.

Her fingers drummed lightly on my leg, close—so fucking close—to where I was already hard as a rock. Every little touch, every accidental brush of her hand, sent a jolt of electricity through me, making me crave her more.

She was laughing softly, her head tilting back as she talked about something I wasn't quite catching. Honestly, I wasn't listening to the words anymore. I was too focused on the sound of her voice, the way it made my blood hum.

"God, tonight's been... good," she said with a breathless sigh, glancing at me with those wide, dark eyes that were still slightly glazed from the alcohol. "Better than I thought it would be."

I smirked, not taking my eyes off the road. "Yeah? You having fun?"

She giggled, biting her lip as she leaned in closer, her hand sliding up my thigh a little more. "So much fun, Caleb. You're such a good boy for taking care of me tonight."

My grip on the steering wheel tightened at her words. Good boy. Fuck, that did something to me. The way she said it, playful and teasing, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

I could feel my blood rushing south, and my cock straining against my pants.

I turned onto a quieter street, the lights dimming as we moved away from the bustling part of town. Megan didn't seem to notice—or care—where we were going.

She was too caught up in the moment, lost in the haze of the night. And honestly, I wasn't in any hurry to get home either. I wanted to savor this, to drag it out as long as I could.

But the moment I pulled into the driveway, my house looming in front of us, she blinked in surprise, sitting up a little straighter.

"Wait," she said, glancing around. "This isn't my place."

I parked the car and turned to her, giving her a slow, deliberate smile. "Nope. It's mine."

Her eyes widened, and then she laughed, light and carefree. "You sneaky bastard."

I shrugged, playing it cool even though my heart was beating like a drum in my chest. "I figured you'd want to reward me properly for being such a 'good boy,' right?"

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Oh, is that what this is about? You think you deserve a reward?"

I leaned in, my breath brushing against her ear as I whispered, "More than you know."

The way her breath hitched, the way her body reacted to the closeness, told me everything I needed to know. She wanted this as much as I did. She was just as lost in this moment, just as desperate for what was about to happen.