by Skyla Madi
“Caleb...” I blow out on a forced exhale.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m going to...” I shudder, gasping.
Another wave of pleasure builds up and it’s not your standard wave that blows in with a tropical storm.
No.
It’s a wave that is stirred up by the category five hurricane. It’s relentless, unstoppable, and suddenly, I’m a storm chaser, desperate to experience the surge of a lifetime.
Caleb pulls out and oh how quickly the storm dissipates, the swell receding in an instant. Stepping back, he tugs on my thighs, pulling me off the table. I barely have time to steady myself on my feet before he turns me around and bends me over the table.
“You want to come?” He chuckles darkly, pushing my head against the table, my body resting in the mess we’ve already made.
I nod, desperately. “Yes. Yes, oh, please. Yes.”
He fucks me hard. So hard the tables bang together. So hard the floor vibrates under my feet. I’m loud and I don’t give a shit if the elderly people in retirement village next door can hear me. None of it matters because in this moment, only I matter. Only my needs matter and I relish in Caleb as he fucks away all the pent up aggression I’ve stored since moving to Paradise Valley.
“Caleb…”
He slaps me hard against the ass and I jolt forward, only for him to catch me by my hair and pull me back. Pain sears over my scalp and dances along my spine. I pull away from him, until the searing is unbearable. Until the orgasm in me is raging, roaring, desperate for me to let it wreak havoc. I hold it for as long as I can.
Who knows when I can have this again? Who knows what tomorrow will bring now that Caleb has had me.
I hold down the fort well, ignoring Caleb as he tells me how close I am to coming.
“Your deliciously tight cunt is milking me. You want it all, huh? Every drop of my cum?”
“All of it.” I demand, moving backwards to meet his thrusts.
His hands move over my ass, squeezing, slapping, and pinching until my blood rises to the surface and burns pleasantly. I can’t breathe. I try to hold on, but the table is too slick and just when I think I can’t possibly take anymore, Caleb slips his wet thumb into my ass.
And I lose it.
“Ahhh!”
The tips of her fingers turn white as she tries to grip the hard surface in her hands. My name falls from her lips amongst a loud mess of moans and gasps. It’s everything I’ve fucking imagined and so much more.
In my hands, her body quakes as she comes undone. Every frustrating minute of every frustrating day since the last time she’s had sex unravels, unleashing itself on me.
I bet Thomas never made her come like this.
Her knees buckle and I pin her against the table, wiggling my finger in her ass. She clenches my cock, clenches my finger, in rapid pulses that are driving me fucking nuts.
This isn’t casual sex between friends.
This is hardcore fucking.
Of the porn kind.
A pussy licking, come-gushing, ass fucking, session that would make Satan himself blush.
I feel my own orgasm manifest as she cries, her body quivering. She begs me to stop because she can’t take me slamming against that spot anymore. I don’t stop, but I slow, pulling everything out enough for her body to recover. I release her hair and grab her hips instead.
When her juddering subsides, Cassia lifts her hips, curving her back, letting me in deeper. Come rises up my shaft like mercury in a thermometer on a hot day. I feel it as it moves toward my head with the pressure of a fucking volcano behind it. I contemplate pulling out and coming on her ass, but that would be a damn waste.
I slam into her, as fast as my hips will let me. Cassia rears back, arching her spine and wrapping an arm around my neck. I lean my forehead against her shoulder and hold her stomach. Her body is amazing. Hands down the loveliest I’ve ever put my hands on.
“I need this.” I pant, thrusting relentlessly. “Again. Tomorrow. Next week.”
I kiss her damp shoulder, tasting her clean sweat on my tongue.
“Yes…” She sighs on an exhale. “It’s yours.”
Mine?
Fuck.
I pull out and she turns around. I contemplate stopping. I contemplate walking out the door before these emotions in my chest do permanent damage, but when our stares lock...I can’t.
I grab her hip and pull her into me, my hand sliding onto her ass when our bodies touch. She grabs my slick cock in her hand and jerks it, her wrist flicking so. Damn. Perfectly. My lips part and I groan. She could lead me around by the cock right now and I’d follow her anywhere.
Her breath hitches as I lift her into my arms. Chuckling, she wraps her legs around my waist and all but come on the spot when she settles her pussy on the tip of my cock.
Her hands are on my face, her thumbs on my cheekbone, and her fingers along my jaw. She kisses me.
Passionately.
Her mouth and tongue patiently memorizing mine. I kiss her back, slowly lowering her onto my dick.
Where she belongs.
She slides on inch by inch, her mouth trembling against mine as her pussy all but sucks the life out of me.
I lift her and drop her on my cock, over and over, until she can no longer kiss me. Our foreheads press together, sliding against each other as I continue to fuck her brains out.
I sit her on the table, her knees hooked over my arms. Bending my knees, I roll my hips into her, fucking her with deep, long strokes. She gushes with a shudder and a whimper, coating my cock in clear water that turns me on like nothing else. If I can make her squirt, I’ll die a happy man.
I push harder.
Fuck faster.
Until all I can think about is coming and dragging her soul down to hell with me.
Unintentionally, her name slips from my lips.
Over and over as I spill into her…
Melt into her…
The powerful jerk of my hips slows as sensitivity takes over.
She pulls back and our eyes lock, her lids as heavy as mine. In the moment we spend looking at each other, our chests rising and falling at the same speed, something happens. It tightens my stomach and crushes my chest…a feeling I don’t have the emotional capacity to acknowledge. It scares the absolute shit out of me.
A wave of hopelessness washes over me, forcing me to recoil from her body. She covers her breasts as I reach for my pants and pull them up.
“Now that that’s over...do we go back to the way we were before?”
“The way we were?”
She nods. “Me watching you, you brooding at the altar, not knowing I exist.”
“Cass—”
“The other girl, the brunette. Don’t see much of her anymore.”
Is she talking about Natalie? How does she know about her?
“Natalie? That’s different.”
“How?”
“Because it is.”
“Tell me how, Caleb.”
“I don’t care about her.” He shrugs his shoulders to drive his point home. “I got what I wanted and that’s that.”
“And now? Now that you’ve got what you wanted from me?”
“It’s not the same thing, Cassia.”
The atmosphere is tense. It crackles with uncertainty and I try my hardest to ignore it as I fasten the buttons on my pants.
“You should have told me to pack a towel.” I joke, buttoning my shirt from the bottom.
Cassia doesn’t find it funny and the look on her face makes me uncomfortable…she wants to talk about something I’d prefer not to.
I do up my last button and drag my finger through my hair. “I’d put your clothes on if I were you. Your dad is gonna come through that door at any second.”
Cassia slips from the table and reaches for her underwear and leggings while I grab my belt.
I watch her as I thread my belt back through my pants and buckle it up.
It’s goin
g to be an uncomfortable ride home with daddy, knowing our session is going to leave wet spots on her panties, maybe on his seats too.
“Do you always deflect?” She asks, slipping into her clothes.
It’s a shame she has to wear clothes. Her beautiful body should be on show for the world to see.
“Do you always stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?” I retort, walking around the table to retrieve the Bible she tossed earlier.
“Not usually, but…”
“But what?” I snap, glaring at her.
Have I not drawn the line clear enough? This is why I don’t let people into my life. I don’t want to relive every traumatic fucking experience. I don’t.
She clenches her jaw, her pretty blue eyes darkening a few shades.
“Get dressed. Now.”
Scoffing, she grabs her bra and puts it on. Sympathy tugs at my heart strings as she marches over to her tank top.
I slap the Bible in my hand. Leave it. Don’t say anything. Fuck. Her.
“I don’t want to fight with you, Cass.”
Weak.
“But you also don’t want to talk?”
“No.” I shake my head. “We can be friends, but you have to respect that there are things I’d prefer to leave out.”
“Like your sister, your mom, and your leg cutting?”
Is that so hard to remember?
“Predominantly, yes.”
“Fine.” She spits, tugging her shirt over her head.
“Fine.”
Circling, the table, I hand her the Bible and kick the chair closer to her.
“Genesis Three.”
I start reading before she sits down. I can feel her glaring at me and it takes everything I have not to bend her back over the table. She loved having my finger in her ass, but I doubt she’d be so well receiving when I slip my cock in there.
Just as she sits down and reaches the page I’m on, there’s a knock at the door.
I shut the Bible and place it on the desk as Cassia peers up at me. Her face is pale, her blue eyes wide and terrified.
Daddy’s home.
The door doesn’t open—unlike last time when he all but kicked it down. What a shitty night to pretend you trust your daughter. Now he’ll never know I impaled her on my cock and filled her fertile pussy with my cum. He’ll never know she lies right to his face.
I clear my throat.
“Come in.” I call out and the handle turns.
“All done?” Marcus asks, smiling as he pops his head around the edge of the doorframe.
Has it been an hour already? That went quick. With a cheerful smile spreading over his plump face, he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his black sports jacket.
“How’d she go?”
You have no fucking idea.
“Perfect.” I state, setting the Bible down. “As always.”
Marcus saunters closer and Cassia shuts the Bible, placing it on the table with nervous hands.
If she’d just relax, she’d be a hell of a lot less inconspicuous.
“What’d you look at tonight?” He asks her, resting his hand on the shoulder I kissed only moments earlier. I flinch as butterflies flutter around my chest. I clear my throat again and they disappear. What the hell?
“Genesis Three.” She answers. “The Temptation and the Fall of Man.”
I frown. Would it kill her to drop the attitude?
“Ah. One of my favorites.”
“How can it be one of your favorites?”
“Because it explains so much.”
Cassia rolls her eyes. “I’ll meet you at the car.”
Marcus looks at me, worried and a little suspicious. “What’s wrong with her?”
I shrug. “Beats me.”
Things are already different between us. It almost always is after you have sex with someone. It’s clear Cassia feels she’s owed an explanation for me being the way I am, but I won’t give it to her. What right does she have? Luckily, I established a backup plan the second Cassia signed up to my class. It’s simple. If it ever gets out of hand, all I have to do is pull the plug. I’d say this arrangement isn’t going to work and that fucking kills me. I was looking forward to doing this again, but I have to protect my mental health. I’m one more question, one more argument away from a mental breakdown. I want to revert back to feeling nothing, like I did before I met her. I prefer being numb. I didn’t give a shit then. No one could fuck with me—especially not a woman.
I scratch my head.
“Now I have you here, Mr. Claire. I’d like to inform you that Bible studies will be closed for the rest of the year.” I slip my hands into the pockets of my slacks. “I have a few other commitments that require my extra time.”
Cassia stops in her tracks and whips around, her long, blonde waves whirling around her shoulders. Shock etches its way over her features. Disgust too.
Anger.
Betrayal.
I feel all of it and it’s bitter in my mouth, but it’s simple. I can’t have her here. I can’t be alone with her here. What we did…it has never felt like that for me. I was there every step of the way. I didn’t check in and out like I usually do. I witnessed every shudder, every moan, and every goddamn blink. To go eleven years without feeling to suddenly being swamped by it...it’s too much. Clearing my throat, I look away from her.
What I need to do to get myself back into neutral is drink myself into a stupor, sleep it off, and pray to God Cassia doesn’t plague my dreams tonight.
“Oh. All right...” He slips his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “Will you be starting up again in the New Year?”
“It’s undecided at the moment.”
Cassia frowns briefly and then her features smooth out.
I haven’t told her—or anyone—that there’s a chance I’ll be moving to California in January. There’s a job opening on a construction site in Los Angeles for a pretty high profile building. My boss said it will make history and who doesn’t want to be a part of history?
Kidding. Like I give a shit about history.
Truth be told, the anniversaries of the deaths of Penelope and Mom are coming up and I really don’t want to be here when they do. The ceremonies…
The condolences…
The prayers…
It’s more than I can stomach this year.
Besides, you can never go wrong with Californian women. Sadly, the thought doesn’t stir the excitement it once did...
Marcus says goodbye and turns away. Low mutters fill the room as he approaches Cassia. Tucking his daughter under his arm, he escorts her from the room, closing the door behind him.
When she’s gone, I can breathe better. It’s not long before the numbness I’ve grown accustomed to sets in. Relief floods me as every meaningful emotion and moment I’ve clung to tonight loses its appeal.
I did what I set out to do. I fucked her.
Now I can forget her.
Dad asks me questions about Bible study and I answer them on autopilot, making up lies as I go. He takes me for a milkshake, but I’m not mentally present. All I can think about, besides a much-needed shower, is Caleb...and the look on his face when I asked about his dead sister. How could I have been so stupid? All I wanted was to get to know him better, maybe unwrap his personality one question at a time, like a game of pass the parcel. It’s clear his darkness is projected by the pain he harbors from the deaths of his mother and sister.
By the time we make it home, I can barely keep my eyes open. I march upstairs and hide in my room while Mom and Dad watch an episode of Family Feud in the sitting room.
I strip down in the bathroom and turn on the heat, until the room is filled with a thick, dense steam that sits in my lungs. Soaping up my sponge, I clean my body, making a mental note to hand wash my underwear and leggings when I get out. Can’t have Mom finding those on laundry day.
I groan. Unprotected sex…what was I thinking? I was caught up in the feeling of it, too absorbed in his
touch, and I made a shitty decision.
Surely Fiona has one of those morning after pills spare. I’ll have to message her and get her to bring one with her to work tomorrow. Ugh. I can imagine her reaction now. The squealing, the one hundred and one questions...just another consequence of my major fuck up, I suppose.
I wash my body with angry strokes, making sure I clean him from every pore and every orifice. I hate that he’s made me so mad when I was expecting it from the beginning. I don’t know why I thought that maybe I’d be different...that maybe, given time, he would see me more than the girl he wanted to screw.
I throw my sponge to the floor and drop my head back.
Fucking. Caleb.
I suspected his Bible study was a ruse from the beginning, but to throw it out the window the second he’s finished with me? That’s the coldest thing I’ve ever seen.
But I get it now...
I know why we shouldn’t have sex out of wedlock. I thought about it on the way home. Marriage protects us. Marriage ensures the person you give your body to respects you and promises to love you forever.
Caleb doesn’t trust me enough to talk to me and I still allowed him to use me for whatever his depraved mind wanted.
I get it now.
I was wrong. My parents were right.
And I am a fucking idiot.
* * * *
Thud.
I shoot up in bed, clenching my blanket to my chest. My hair falls over my face in an unmanageable tangle. I swipe it back, blinking the sleep out of my eyes.
There’s no noise...which is funny because I swear I heard some—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I gasp as my heart stops and blood drains from my face. You’ve got to be kidding me...
I throw back my blankets and pause, straining my ears to hear for my parent’s footsteps.
Nothing.
Reaching underneath the pillow on the other side of my bed, I retrieve my phone and hit the menu button. The bright light burns my eyes, forcing one of them closed. One a.m.? Is he out of his mind?
