CAELAN'S PREY

Part 6- Drastic move

There's only one way to find out. The company office must still be open at this hour, so I would ask for workers named John, Jessie, and Mason. It could lead me to where the house party was held.

Dammit, a bike wouldn't be serviceable; it would be too exhausting. I could use ridesharing. Alright, that would be it. I quickly changed from my pajamas to a black Bishuige t-shirt and white sneakers.

I made it outside when I noticed a familiar car across from my apartment.

Caelan? Hadn't he driven back home? I knew I saw him driving away before I went inside my apartment. I stretched my legs near his car to knock on the window, but before I could, the glass rolled down.

"Caelan. I thought you were going home."

"I did and just came back."

"Why?"

"Come with me,"

"W-what?" A laugh slipped past my mouth, "You’re really a man with many unsolved mysteries to me, Caelan. However, yeah, I can come with you to take me somewhere. Can you help me, please?" I asked as I rounded the car and got to the passenger's seat next to him and sighed down when I settled myself comfortably.

"Where are you going?"

"My boyfriend's workplace."

His jaw tightened. "He's having a whale of a time. Why come and take the pleasure out of it?"

It was my turn to narrow my eyes at him, "You're here for only God knows what, then you know he's having fun somewhere, and now you want me to come with you. Aren't you the most suspicious guy I shouldn't involve myself with?"

"That depends on the way you want to be involved, Scarlette." He spoke. I could sense the playfulness in his voice.

"You know what, I'll go. I don't need your car; I can go on my own." I turned but gasped when he pressed a button, automatically locking all the locks in his car.

"You're not going anywhere because we're going somewhere."

"You're starting to creep me out."

"But are you really scared?" He looked straight at me.

Am I really scared of him? Does he really creep me out?

"Caelan," his name left my mouth as a whisper when his face slowly drew nearer mine, creating heat all over me by the proximity. My eyes searched for his eyes, and I felt my cheeks immediately turn crimson at the glint of mischief in there.

"Seatbelt." He said, toying a smile with his mouth as he calmly settled himself back in his seat after fastening the seatbelt around my body. "I don't think you're scared, Scarlette. And I'm not the one to scare you, rather...please you in a way your current never can,"

"How did we get into who pleases who and if he pleases me? It has nothing to do with you."

"We're talking about involvement. Involvement either pleases you or displeases you, and I aim at pleasing what is involved."

"I don't get it. I'm not saying I'm involving myself with you. I'm committed. I'm going to see my boyfriend, that's why I'm here. I would like to ask you to tell me where he is at the moment. And how did you know he was having fun?"

"I just knew,"

"Tell me,"

"You don't want to know."

I shook my head, "You're lying. He's busy."

"He surely is," he mocked.

"I don't like where this conversation is heading to, Caelan. And I don't like the way you're trying to create this stuff about my boyfriend,"

"Do you want to know how busy he is, or do you want me to show you...how?" He asked, turning to face me. As his seatbelt wasn't fastened, his movements weren't restricted.

"What are you doing?" My breath hitched at the lurking darkness in his eyes. My seat was abruptly reclined. I shrieked a sound, "Caelan what are you-" his mouth covered mine to silence me!

I knew my eyes bulged out of their sockets! He was kissing me and I couldn't move. His warmth covered me as he tried to open my mouth with his tongue. My hands found the strength to push his chest, but he was strong. My chest heaved at the strange sensation while his tongue ran over the line of my lips, nipping, tasting. As much as I wanted to turn my head, I couldn't. His hand securely locked my nape for his leverage.

I inwardly gasped into his mouth, for he didn’t let go when I felt his hand in my lower abdomen and he took advantage of that chance to slip his tongue inside my mouth. No! He tastes good! Get a grip of yourself, Scarlette!

Moaning, I couldn't help but respond to the kiss with fervor need. My mind screamed stop, but my body itched for his touch. For more. My eyes closed on their own accord, savoring his taste.

Just this time.

I felt the heat of his palm grazing my heat and my body automatically succumbed to it, opening my legs for him to explore further. As I felt my lips getting swollen from the kiss, he stopped but then attacked the skin on my neck instead. I was feeling dizzy. Dizzy from his masculine scent, his touches, the forbidden sensation he was letting me feel, everything he was doing to me was causing sparks all over me.

"Oh, Caelan!" I choked on his name when his digit suddenly entered my already wet channel.

"So wet," he groaned and lapped the skin on my neck down to my clavicle. I felt his warm breath on my chest as he lowered his head. I clenched around his finger when he added another digit. I should stop!

I haven't had this kind of excitement for a month now and, with all these past s****l frustrations, my core screamed for release. My hip jerked when his hand moved faster, deeper, his mouth bit on my covered nípple, making all the blood rush through south centering on my throbbing clít and when his thumb pressed on my bundle of nerves, my hand flew to my mouth to muffle my scream.

''Oh, crap, oh, shh..." I muttered under my ragged breath. His hand slowed down but still made gentle ministrations.

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he stared right at me. "I can fück you right now, but this isn't the time yet.'' He said, gently removing his hand. "Look how wet I made you. I made you come fast and hard, something you will remember when you dream tonight." A satisfied smile tugged the corner of his lips.

He got back to his comfortable seat behind the wheel. But what he did next made me groan inwardly, he sucked in his fingers and made a humming sound like he was enjoying it! I could feel my face burning.

"Taste so much better than a dream," he looked at me. "Are you still going when you already know what your boyfriend is up to?" He asked. I stared at him. Confused.

And it dawned on me, "Do you want to know how busy he is, or do you want me to show you...how?", those were his words before--

My chest tightened. Embarrassment flowed over me like waterfalls, but then it was cold water, numbing the earlier heat. It was as if I’d been hit hard on the face. In a distraught way, I freed myself off the seatbelt and pushed the door. My eyes began to burn. Any second I knew I would cry. I pushed but it was locked.

"Open the door!" I told him, trying hard to control my breathing and my tears from spilling. I felt so ashamed.

"Scarlette,"

With a measured tone, I told him, "You get what you want, and I get it. Now open the damned door."

"Let me ex-"

"Just unlock the fücking door!" I yelled, losing control.

We stared at each other for a moment before I heard the click and got to move out of the car. I quickly ran back to my apartment, biting down my lip to stop myself from sobbing. I heard him call my name, but I had none of it. I was so humiliated. I couldn't get my head around what hurt me more— my boyfriend cheating on me based on what he was implying or the fact that I totally forgot what he was trying to show me, instead, I got carried away—thanks to my fücking libido!—by his initiation and even came on his—Ugh! I hate this!

He must be laughing at me. I was so easy that I couldn't even focus on the matter, on what he was trying to say, that he was showing me the way Travis must have been pleasuring someone else at that time. Travis was busy hooking up with someone else. Damn him!

He can screw up anyone for all I care!

But how can I face Caelan after this?

I puffed out a heavy sigh. They can both suck each other...