Caught Up In Love

by Parker, Weston

  “What happened?” she asked.

  “You passed out.”

  She hugged the covers up to her neck. I’d left her dressed in her panties and bra, but only to make her more comfortable. “I don’t remember coming up here.” She covered her mouth. “Oh no. I don’t remember anything that happened between us.” She looked down at herself.

  “Calm down. Nothing happened, Sage. You passed out on the couch downstairs, and I brought you up here, made you comfortable, and that’s it. I swear.”

  “Oh, okay.” She took a few deep breaths, holding her head and closing her eyes. “I believe you. It’s just my head is throbbing.”

  “Yeah, you were pretty hammered by the time I got to the bar.”

  She hid her face with her hands. “I wanted your return to be different. I feel like a fool. I came on so strong on the way home and now—Oh, gosh. I’m a tease. I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s okay. You’re not a tease. I’m pretty sure you had little control once the alcohol kicked in.” She had been so handsy, and while it was hot, I had known that it was her liquid courage making her act out.

  “I probably looked like a drunken fool, pawing at you like some slobbering skank.” She sat on the side of the bed and found her dress.

  “Hardly. You weren’t anything like a skank.” I wasn’t going to tell her about the ones I knew back in New York. She wasn’t that at all. She was different from everyone. “You’re special, Sage.”

  “You’re being nice.”

  “No, nice is how I’m going to go draw you a bath and then I’m going down to fix you breakfast.”

  “Is déjà vu part of a hangover?”

  I realized how close to the last time it was. “No, I’m going to make sure that nothing stands in the way of you having breakfast with me.”

  “That’s not exactly where I thought things would go, but I could eat. And I do feel a bit gritty, but I’d prefer a shower.”

  “Whatever you like. There’s a spare toothbrush and anything you need in the basket under the sink. I will try to do better than cold eggs this time.” I gave her a kiss and smiled as the rose bloomed in her cheeks.

  I heard the water come on as I hit the stairs, and then I went to the kitchen to find something different. I took a loaf of thin-sliced bread and a few eggs out of the fridge, then found what I needed for French toast.

  As I cracked the eggs and whipped them up, I thought about how we’d been so close the night before. Her passing out had made up my mind for me about how far to take it. While I had wanted to fuck, I knew an honorable man wouldn’t try anything with her while she was intoxicated, and since I was trying to turn over a new leaf, I had made up my mind that she had to sober up before I could let it go that far again.

  I had felt a bit weak about my decision, knowing how hard it would be to resist her, and I’d felt a wave of relief as I walked out and found her sound asleep on my couch.

  As I prepared the pan with a healthy pat of butter, my phone rang. “Not today,” I said, taking a glance at the screen. I contemplated answering, but since she wasn’t out of the shower yet, I thought what the hell. “This had better not be bad news.”

  “Is that any way to answer the phone?” asked Cassie. “Your niece wanted to talk to you.”

  “Ah, well, in that case, what can I do for my favorite young lady?” The pan was good and hot, so I put the bread in the egg mixture and dropped four slices into the pan.

  Cassie put the phone on speaker, and I waited as Sierra’s little voice greeted me. “Hey, Uncle Greyson.”

  “Hello, sunshine. What can I do for you?” I missed the sound of her voice, and as she giggled, I realized I missed that too, along with her sunny smile.

  “My class is doing a fundraiser for our field trip next month. We’re going to make a donation to the children’s hospital, and then we’re going to the museum to do an art display. The kids at the hospital are participating too. I’m selling cookie dough.” That fancy school she went to was always doing charity drives.

  “Cookie dough? What happened to selling cookies?” I tended to the toast and flipped it over to make sure it was going to cook evenly.

  “That’s Girl Scouts,” said Cassie, she and Sierra both giggling at me on the other end of the line.

  “Could you buy some, please?”

  “So, you’re saying I’d have to buy it and bake it?”

  “Yes, it’s dough. Unless you want to eat it raw like Daddy does.” She gave a little sound that let me know she was growing impatient with her silly old uncle.

  “I tell you what. I’ll buy enough for you to donate to the soup kitchen downtown and for your class and the children’s hospital to have a cookie party. How’s that sound?”

  “Thank you, Uncle Greyson!”

  “Anything for you, sunshine.” About that time, I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned to see Sage walking into the kitchen wearing nothing but my bathrobe, which was barely tied.

  I pointed at the table, and she smiled and walked over.

  “Thank you, Uncle Greyson,” said Cassie. “I owe you one.”

  “Yes, you do owe me one. Give her a hug for me.” With that, we ended our call, and I turned back to the toast, which was ready. “Perfect timing. I’ll just have to get the berries and whipped cream from the fridge.”

  “For a minute, I thought you were about to have to run out again.”

  “Ah, that was Cassie and Sierra, Eric’s wife and daughter.”

  “That explains the sunshine remark. For a minute, I was about to get jealous.”

  “Believe me. You don’t have anything to be jealous of. Besides, it’s a wasted emotion. I’m not going anywhere.” I didn’t want her to feel that way about anyone else in my life.

  “Noted.”

  She smiled when I brought the plate of French toast to the table and then went to the fridge for the toppings. “I hope you like it. It’s about the only thing I can make besides eggs.”

  “It’s perfect. Thanks. Are you going to join me?” I brought the sugar and cinnamon shaker to the table with the juice and two glasses.

  “Unless you’re eating all four slices,” I said with a chuckle as I sat down beside her.

  “Do they call often?” she asked, spooning out the berries and then squirting the cream on top.

  I did the same and decided to tell her about Sierra. “They stay in touch, and especially when Sierra has a fundraiser. I just bought a lot of cookie dough.”

  “Cookie dough? Are you having a bake sale?”

  “Nah, it’s going to the local soup kitchen. I know people get sick of the same old thing. Cookies will brighten their day.”

  “That’s sweet.”

  “What would I have done with them? Besides, shipping them here would cost too much, and this way, I’m not packing on the pounds from all the carbs.”

  “What is she fundraising for?”

  “They raise money for the children’s hospital, and then the school is going to take them to the museum for their efforts.”

  “Wow, that must be a great place to take field trips. I’ve always wanted to go to the museums there and see art from the greats.”

  “It’s an experience. Everyone should go at least once in their lives.” I fixed my toast with its toppings, knowing it was going to be way too sweet and not at all caring.

  “I’m doing a lot of new things lately, so who knows?” Her foot brushed up against my leg under the table as she took a bite of her toast. She closed her eyes as if savoring the flavor. “This is good stuff.”

  “Try this,” I said, reaching my fork for one of the plump blueberries. I dragged it through the sugar and cream and then brought it to her lips.

  “Mmm.” She smiled. “That’s so good. I love fresh berries.” She took another bite, getting cream on her lip.

  I leaned in to lick it off as I stole a quick kiss. She turned and cupped my face, holding me there with her for a moment. “I wish I hadn’t messed things up last nigh
t.”

  “Hey, it’s okay. We have all the time in the world for do-overs.”

  “I missed you.” She gave me a wary look, and I wondered if she had the same feelings as me, but it just seemed a bit too soon to ask her.

  “Me too. Next time I go, I’m taking you with me.”

  “That would be a sight. Me in New York City? Talk about a fish out of water.” She laughed.

  “Hey, everyone is at home in New York City. It doesn’t belong to New York state, you know? It’s America’s city. Your city too.”

  “That’s kind of neat to think about it that way. But I’ve never known anywhere else.”

  “Would you like to see it sometime?”

  “With you? I’d like to see everything.”

  With that, I took her into my arms and kissed her slowly and languidly. We flirted and teased through the rest of our breakfast, but only because I wanted her to have her strength after last night’s occurrence.

  But as soon as our forks hit our empty plates, I stood up and reached for her hand. “Where are we going?” she asked as she stood with me.

  I pulled her body closer, letting my hand rest on her bottom. “I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

  She wasted no time kissing me, and it grew so heated, I pushed the plates away and picked her up onto the table, her legs falling open for me along with the bathrobe.

  I pressed my hard length against her, and she reached down into my shorts and found what she wanted, hard and ready for her.

  I shoved two fingers into her tight, wet pussy and smiled as she moaned for me. “Is this what you’ve missed?”

  “Give it to me,” she whispered against my flesh. “I want it all.”

  I pulled my fingers free and gave her a taste, and then, with my fingers in her mouth, I leaned down to worship her.

  20

  Sage

  Not only had he surprised me with the nice breakfast, but I had not expected to be lying across his kitchen table with our sticky plates stacked beside me and orange juice sloshing in the glasses around me from me writhing in pleasure.

  His fingers fucked me hard as his tongue flicked, teased, and licked my clit. By the time it turned to sucking and nibbling, one glass turned over and rolled on the floor, busting into a million pieces.

  It was that precise moment that my first orgasm consumed me. And soon after, his cock was nudging its way in slowly as he looked into my eyes. “You’re so amazing, Sage. So wet for me.” His voice was hot in my ear, giving me chills, and I knew I needed it hard and fast like before.

  This time, I didn’t even have to ask. He thrust harder, the table walking away from him, another glass spilled and broken. So, he lifted my naked body up, still buried deep, and walked, minding the glass on the floor as we made our way to the stairs. “I’m taking you back to bed. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “I don’t care where we are, as long as you don’t stop.”

  He deposited me on the bed, and I crawled up away from the edge into the middle. He climbed up on it too, resting on his knees. He moved between my legs and lifted them up over his shoulder as he guided his cock back into me. This time, he entered me nice and slowly, not stopping or retreating until he pushed himself all the way to my depths, which still didn’t accommodate the full length of his huge dick.

  “Can I be on top?” I asked, hoping he’d let me do whatever I liked.

  But instead of answering, he rolled us over. “Take it easy now. It’s much different on top. You’re in control, but it’s going to go much deeper.”

  I had no idea what he meant until I settled my full weight on his cock, and it stretched my tight pussy, ripping me as if I’d been sliced open.

  His hands rested on my waist. “Easy, baby. Don’t let yourself get hurt.” He encouraged me to ride him slowly, his hands moving me up and down. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

  My lips, which were swollen from kisses and desire, were parted. My eyes narrowed to just small slits as the pleasure consumed me. I was glad he liked me, but I couldn’t help still feeling self-conscious. It was so raw, so gritty, and primal that I suddenly felt a surge of power. I was on top, I was in control, and I could do with him whatever I wanted. I began working my hips, slowly riding him up and down, his cock stretching me more and more.

  “That feels so good, baby.”

  His calling me “baby” had me hopeful that this could be more, but then, it also brought new worries. I had to get out of my head. I wondered how many others he’d called the same thing. They didn’t matter now. He was with me. I let my confidence soar as I worked up a steady rhythm. I wasn’t going to let him stop until he gave me what I’d earned.

  He picked me up, and soon, the power shifted, but I was fine with it, especially when he turned me around, bottoms up, and moved behind me. Suddenly, I was worried about his intentions. “I’m not ready for everything,” I said with a giggle.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’d never take you without asking.”

  My core quivered for more of him, and then he guided himself back inside of me and slowly rocked me back and forth until I worked up to a steady bounce again. It felt amazing having him behind me, and soon, I felt the pleasure increasing again.

  He wasn’t far behind me. “Fuck, I’m so close.” He eased off, stroking me much slower. “I’ll pull out. Where do you want it?” Before I could respond, he pulled out and covered my bottom with his release.

  I had always wondered what it would taste like and if it was all Lissa had made it out to be. She had said men liked a girl who swallowed, but I wasn’t sure I could handle it. “I’ve never tasted it before,” I said, looking back at him as I bit my lip.

  He smiled as he wiped me up. “Do you want to?” he asked, still holding his cock, which he gestured to.

  I took him into my hand and saw a tiny pearl glistening on the tip. I leaned down and took him into my mouth. He tasted like salt, the heady flavor an explosion on my tongue. But I didn’t stop, and not because he wasn’t done with his release, but because he was already growing hard in my mouth again.

  “Are you up for more?” he asked, looking down at me.

  I looked up into his eyes and nodded, smiling around his thick length as he brushed my hair back, gathering it into a pony tail and moving his hips to fuck my face. I didn’t mind that I hadn’t had a million other experiences like Lissa, and I let my instincts guide me as I relaxed my throat and took him deeper, his cock sliding down into my throat, hitting the back of it until it made a slurpy sound.

  “You’re unbelievable, baby.” Before I knew it, he backed away, letting go of my hair which fell to my shoulders. Then he moved across the bed for me, and I laid back, spreading wide for him.

  One experience with him was better than all of Lissa’s flings combined, and I was glad I had waited to be with him.

  He nudged his way between my legs with his hips and then grabbed my wrists, putting my hands above my head, pinning me down with one hand as he fingered me with the other. He gripped his cock. Then I felt his thick head pressing into me. My mound felt bruised, and my pussy was sore from his cock being inside of me, so when he entered me again, I winced and cried out with pleasure.

  “Are you okay?” He stopped moving. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby. I want it to feel good.”

  “It’s just a little sore. I’m new to this, remember?”

  “Yeah, I remember. Although you’re doing a damned good job of trying to get me to forget.”

  “I’m getting the hang of it,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist and resting my feet on his ass.

  We moved together, working up our movements to a fevered passion that climaxed for us both almost at the exact same time. He pulled his cock out and shot his release all over my breasts and stomach. Then he shoved two fingers inside of me and worked me through the rest of my release. “Damn, you push me to the limits.”

  “Do I?” My climax finished, my pussy still quivering around his ministratio
ns.

  “Yeah, you do. It’s so good.” He removed his fingers as soon as I settled and then tasted them. “So good.”

  I moved up to his pillow and let out a sigh of contentment. “Is it always this good, or is it us?”

  “I think it’s us.”

  “Please, you’ve had a lot of sex. And don’t lie.”

  “It’s different with everyone though, but never as special as it has been with you. I’ve never been anyone’s first, or first and second, and I’m positive no one else has ever looked so hot while they came before.”

  “Well, you’re the best I’ve ever had,” I said with a teasing smile. “No one has ever come close.”

  “Funny girl. I’m being serious.” He curled up with me, and I turned over to rest my back against him as he held me in his arms.

  “I should go home. I bet Jasper is starving, not that it will bother that little tub of lard to miss a meal.”

  “I’d like to meet him sometime and see if he likes me.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “Jasper doesn’t like anyone.”

  “Well, I’d love to see your place sometime. You wouldn’t let me take you home. If you had, Jasper could be curled up at the foot of the bed, his gut full and in a better mood. Instead, you have to go home to a beast.”

  “He’s a beast anyway. He’s probably destroyed the place.”

  “I could come help you clean up.”

  “No can do. It’s a mess. Besides, it’s not much to see compared to this place.” I lived in the equivalent of his master suite.

  “That’s not fair. I’ve let you see my place, my bedroom, and even my sock collection.” He moved away and gave me a teasing look. “I know what it is. You’re ashamed to bring me home to Jasper. It’s because I’m not good enough, isn’t it?” He tried hard to hide his teasing smile, but it was too obvious.

  “No, you’re just not missing anything. So why worry with it?”

  “Maybe I want to get to know you. You act like I’m some snob that can’t handle the fact that you live in a smaller house.”

  “You don’t get it.” I shook my head.

  “I guess I don’t. I thought we were headed in a good direction.” All of a sudden, he didn’t seem like he was playing around anymore.