See You Smile

by Dawn Sister

  "S-so t-tight, Jake." He hisses softly, "So turned on. I don't think it'll take much."

  "I don't care." I tell him, leaving go of my legs and grabbing his face, pulling him down into an urgent kiss, "Whatever you do is great. God you feel so good."

  He starts to move, pulling out and pushing back in, slowly at first, but then a little faster. He shifts his angle a little which has me crying out in pleasure as he lights me up from the inside,

  "Oh god, Cal, yes." I whisper tenderly, "Just like that, Sunshine, oh god."

  He chuckles but his breath catches as his rhythm begins to falter,

  "Jake!" he gasps and I hold his arms, "I'm close, oh shit."

  I fist my own cock in rhythm with his thrusts, he folds his fingers around mine to help and suddenly I'm coming, spewing great warm strands of semen across my stomach and our hands. My vision blurs and I gasp for breath as my body loses control and shudders violently with the force of my orgasm.

  He yells out desperately and his body convulses against mine. I feel him throbbing inside me as he comes.

  He gives one last shuddering thrust then collapses, boneless, on top of me, his face buried in my shoulder whispering my name the entire time.

  Eventually and slowly as I hiss at the sensation, he pulls out, catching the condom and knotting it before throwing it somewhere,

  "Cal!" I protest with a frown,

  "What?" he asks, "I wasn't going to leave it there." He promises, "I'll get it in a minute, or tomorrow maybe."

  I shift him off me with a chuckle and leave the bed to get a towel, retrieving the condom as I go.

  Back on the bed I wipe us both down and lie back into the pillows where Cal joins me, draping his sweat drenched body across mine in much the same way as he had lain last night.

  He plants soft warm kisses along my collar bone and I sigh contentedly stroking his soft hair and then his smooth, muscular arm where it lies across my chest,

  "This isn't a one time thing, Jake." He tells me quietly. He doesn’t want me to reply because he doesn’t lift his head, so I listen, "This is a long time thing."

  I tighten my hold on him and I feel him smile against my chest,

  "I know!" I whisper back into his hair, then I pull him so he can see as I repeat: "I know."

  With a soft, contented moan he lies his had back onto my chest. His fingers trace lines down my chest, toying with the curls at the base of my spent cock. I gasp as his fingertips brush the over sensitive skin and I feel his own cock twitch back into life against my thigh.

  Oh god, I'd forgotten how quickly you can recover when you're twenty one. I think I might be in for a long night.

  Chapter sixteen: Sunshine.

  I don't remember having slept so well; especially considering I've spent most of the night making love to Cal.

  He is draped possessively across me in the same position as yesterday morning the only difference this morning is that we are in my bed, and hopefully not in danger of any rude awakening.

  Everything that could be done to tidy up and secure Cal's house was accomplished yesterday thanks to the hard work of everyone that came to help out. Today we have a break because the windows and doors won't come for about a week at least.

  The very thought of waking up with Cal's warm body draped across me like this every morning for a week is threatening to undo me as I lie here. I could quickly get used to this. I really could. I feel claimed, like a prized possession, and I feel so stupidly happy about it it's unreal.

  It's the way he does it that fascinates and thrills me. He does it so naturally, without thinking. It's not planned or manipulative it's simply his nature. He doesn't bend me to his will, he simply has to look at me and I melt at his feet.

  My arms wrap around him tightly and he moans softly as he begins to rouse from what seems to be a deep sleep. I always tagged him as a light sleeper. He always seems so full of energy and alert during the day. I wonder if it's just when he's with me that he sleeps so deeply.

  Speaking of energy, he certainly drained mine last night. I'm so bushed now I can't even muster up a physical reaction to his closeness. I suspect he will be the opposite. He'll wake up raring to go. I think I might have to start working out.

  Oh god, what if I can't keep up with him though? What if he realises the age gap means more than just funny looks and assumptions that he's brought his dad with him when we go out? I am twenty four years older than him, and I know he doesn't care, he told me he thinks it's hot that I know so much more than him, but being older and wiser isn't always an advantage. Being older can be a disadvantage when you need to keep up with Cal.

  The warm body in my arms begins to stir and I stroke my hands gently across his shoulders and down his back and arms, burying my face in his sun bright hair and taking a deep breath to take in his heady, spicy scent.

  I hear him snort, then he lifts his head to look at me, his eyes heavy with sleep but shining brightly,

  "Morning!" he croaks. I can't help the wide, happy smile that spreads across my face. He is just so lovely,

  "Good morning Sunshine." I reply, my voice equally as hoarse, although I'm not really surprised after the amount of times he made me scream last night. I never knew I could make some of the noises he managed to wring from me in the throws of passion. Passion I haven't felt in a very long time,

  "What's the plan today then, Jake?" Cal asks with an intense frown.

  He lifts his head to look at me and wait for my answer.

  I lazily brush some of his hair behind his ear and caress his sleep flushed cheek,

  "What do you mean, Sunshine?" I ask him with a smile. He leans against my hand with a soft moan,

  "Why do you call me that?" he asks curiously,

  "Because that's what you are, Cal." I tell him, "You're my Sunshine."

  That only begins to cover what I feel though. When I look at him I see sunshine, and stars and light and energy and such beauty.

  "Oh!" he sighs contentedly, "Okay!" He lies back down on my chest, "I think you might be mine too."

  I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest.

  He holds onto me as if he is afraid I will move and leave him cold and I hold him equally as tightly to let him know I'm not going anywhere. He lifts his head again.

  "Answer my first question." he demands gently,

  "The plan for today is to do what the hell we want, Cal. Did you have anything to add to that?" He smiles,

  "I think I need to go shopping for clothes." He muses with a grimace and I nod sadly,

  "Yes, you probably do, although I certainly do not mind you borrowing mine."

  He grimaces again, "Oh what?" I prop myself up on my elbows, "My plaid cotton boxer shorts are just too much for you are they?"

  He giggles, his eyes sparkling with mischief,

  "I prefer boxer briefs." I hold up my hand to stop him, he pulls it down with a silent snort, and plants a kiss to my palm,

  "Okay, stop right there." I tell him, "I can't listen to any more talk about underwear or we'll never get out of bed."

  "I never knew you had such a fetish for boxers, Jake." Cal giggles,

  "Only when there's a possibility of you wearing them." I grab his shoulders and push him down into the pillows. He gives a cry of surprise as I do, which turns into a giggle that I just love to hear, "I could listen to that giggle all day, Cal." I tell him,

  "Well you better get used to it, old man, because you're the only one that makes me giggle like that." He whispers, pulling me down into a kiss that threatens to send me spiralling out of control again in a way I would never have thought possible after the amount of times we shared each other last night.

  "I thought you wanted to go shopping." He regards me with one cocked eyebrow as if offering a challenge.

  "I do." He says indignantly,

  "Well, I think that might be a good idea, since I think my body will implode if we have sex again."

  Cal rolls his eyes and chuckles, "Come on, then
, let's get showered and go out. We can get breakfast at Lou Anne's."

  He's disappeared into the bathroom for a shower before I can call him out for being so damn bossy. I am a little relieved he didn't pursue another steamy sex session just yet though, because I really do think I need some time to recover. I actually think I might need a week after the amount of times we fucked each other.

  His candid question about what position we both like, has been well and truly answered I think.

  An hour later we are in town, drinking coffee and eating donuts at Lou Anne's coffee shop, both sitting in the window booth rather gingerly and exchanging sparkling knowing glances as we both know why we are sitting so carefully.

  Lou Anne has taken a break and is now helping Cal to plan which store to visit first and there seems to be an awful lot of giggling seemingly at my expense. I'm sure I hear the word plaid in there at some point.

  You can go off some people. I keep shooting Lou Anne warning looks and she keeps sticking her tongue out at me.

  Mature!

  Suddenly the coffee shop is full of Cal's surfing buddies. It's Spring break and they have all decided to meet for coffee before going off surfing. They join us in the window booth but there is definitely not enough room for them here. Cal gives me an apologetic look as he's swept off to a booth in the corner. I watch him go with a reassuring smile and a nod. I know he's not about to be stolen away from me, I think even Pete has got the message that he's off limits.

  There seems to be a lot of giggling at my expense from the booth as well, with Cal being the main instigator as far as I can see. I'm sure I can guess what the subject is.

  What the hell is wrong with plaid cotton boxer shorts?

  Lou Anne is regarding me with a curious expression on her face,

  "What?" I ask, a little more sullenly than I intended because I'm scowling,

  "I think it's sweet." She tells me with a wistful look in her eyes. I roll my eyes and sip my coffee, trying not to smirk,

  "Oh please!" I snort although I don't bother to hide my smirk.

  She chuckles and nudges me along the bench so she can sit beside me instead of opposite,

  "So come on, spill the beans." She urges excitedly,

  I sniff disdainfully at her unsubtle attempt to get information, "I do not kiss and tell, Lou Anne." She gives a delighted giggle and nudges me again,

  "So you at least kissed then."

  "Lou Anne!" I exclaim, feeling my face flush hot.

  "Hush." She soothes me, "I'm just I'm happy for you. You seem so good together."

  "You think so?" I ask with a slightly troubled expression on my face. She regards me curiously,

  "You don't?" I shrug, biting my lip, "Is it still the age gap thing?" she asks me and I nod, indicating the booth where Cal is sitting with his new friends looking more happy and relaxed than I have ever seen him,

  "Look at him, Lou Anne, he's gorgeous, and so popular. Why would he choose me when he could have anyone and someone closer to his age that could be so much better for him?"

  "Oh my god, Jake." Lou Anne gasps, "He chose you because he's completely crazy about you. That much I saw at the party two nights ago."

  "I'm completely crazy about him." I tell her. She pinches my arm gently as she stands,

  "I know!" she chuckles, "Do you want another coffee?" she asks me,

  "Hmm, thanks, Lou." I hum in approval of her offer.

  While she is away getting me another cup I take the opportunity to fall back on my Cal watching habit that I don't seem to be able to break. The more I get of him the more I think I need. He's like a drug. Is he really crazy about me?

  He looks over and sees me watching. I should look away but I can't. It's like I was waiting for him to see me. Far from being annoyed that I'm stalking him he seems somehow reassured that I'm watching his every move. He smiles shyly but follows it with a jaunty wink, before turning back to his friends. Well that just sums him up completely. That shy smile hides a very different natured young man when we're alone together. I feel a little thrill to think that I am the only one that sees him when he's dominating, confident and tenacious when the rest of the world sees him as shy and adorably charming. Oh he's that with me as well, but the cockiness is winning over the shyness as I suspected it would. I quite like it actually.

  "Excuse me, are you Jacob Reuben, the-the writer?" a voice asks tentatively from behind me and I turn to see a man about my age, a little shorter than me, and with greying hair, standing just at my side looking like a nervous wreck,

  "Er, yes I am." I say, trying not to sigh as I do.

  This happens every now and then. I don't advertise where I live. I like my private life and my author life to be kept separate, but some determined readers do manage to find me. I don't mind really since it happens so infrequently as to never be a nuisance. Even if it happened frequently I still wouldn't mind. It always fascinates me that anyone would want to come all this way to discuss my work,

  "Do you mind if I join you Mr Reuben?" the man asks politely and I smile as I indicate for him to sit,

  "Be my guest." I try to sound as friendly as I can and he takes the seat opposite me.

  Lou Anne brings me my coffee and regards the man sitting opposite with a raised eyebrow,

  "Can I get you anything?" She asks a little coolly which surprises me because she's not usually like that with customers.

  Is she annoyed he has taken her seat? She knows she's welcome to join me. The man orders a coffee as well and Lou Anne leaves, with a short, irritable huff of breath, to get it for him. I am a little distracted by her unusual behaviour but I remember my manners and turn to the man opposite me,

  "Now what can I do for you, erm…." I leave it hanging since the man hasn't introduced himself.

  "Oh!" he smiles, regarding me with piercing blue eyes that do not reflect his smile. His nerves seem to have disappeared as well. There's something about this man that is not quite right. He seems false somehow. He reaches his hand across the table,

  "I'm Jackson," he tells me, "Jackson Steele."

  The name shocks me into glancing anxiously over the man's shoulder to where Cal is sitting with his friends as I distractedly take the man's offered hand. It can't be a coincidence, this man's name, it can't be.

  Chapter Seventeen: A Confrontation

  As I shake Jackson Steele's hand I notice Cal is no longer sitting where he had been in the booth and his friends have all fallen rather notably silent. They are all pointedly not looking in my direction, drinking their coffees and looking for all as if they are enjoying a quiet morning break. They were before, but now there's nothing natural about the way they are sitting, as if they're all playing a part and they're all very tense and nervous. I have a moment of panic and consider getting up when I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder,

  "Your coffee sir." Lou Anne's stilted, clipped tone shocks me into turning back to face who I am almost certain is Cal's Uncle, especially considering the fact that Cal has disappeared.

  Where the hell is he? As Lou Anne places the coffee in front of Steele she catches my eye and places a paper napkin deliberately but casually in front of me. Her eyes flick significantly down to it and I glance at it as calmly as I can. There's a hastily scribbled note,