“Hey, Cass, I’m really sorry about the other day. It just bugged me for some reason. You deserve a guy who’s gonna treat you right, be your Mr. Right, not some stand-in. But what you do is your business, and you’re right, I’m in no position to judge because I’m not a relationship guy either, at least not anymore. Been there, done that, got the Fuck You t-shirt, and ain’t doing that again. I can’t fault you for not wanting to deal with that either.”
Maybe it’s the beer, maybe it’s just that we’ve spent almost an hour hanging out like we do, even if I still look at him and want to rip his clothes off. But I’ve never heard about this, and I feel more comfortable. I’m intrigued. “Apology accepted. You wanna talk about that t-shirt?”
Caleb snorts. Maybe he’s slightly buzzed too, shaking his head. “Fuck, no. I got screwed over pretty badly, so I’ll pass on a stroll down memory lane, chapter Wendy Reinhart. You wanna talk about why you want a Mr. Right Now instead of Mr. Right?”
Wendy Reinhart? The name rings a faint bell, but right now, I don’t care. Instead, I think about right now and what I want. Right. Now. “Nope,” I reply, emphasizing the word with a pop. I give him a look, scanning up and down his body, with a stop on his crotch. “That’s a really BIG issue.”
Caleb squirms a little, and I swear I see another big issue growing in the crotch of his jeans. “Uh, Earth to Cassie . . . my eyes are up here,” he says, waving in front of his crotch to stop my eye-fuck.
I must be more buzzed than I realize, because before I know it, I’m grinning and letting my mouth and libido do the talking. “I have an idea. Hear me out.”
“Do I want to hear it? Considering how you were just staring at my junk.”
That’s anything but junk, buddy. “You’re not a relationship guy. I’m not a relationship girl. We’re friends. And if we’re both honest, there’s some chemistry or we wouldn’t be able to joke around the way we do. Right?”
“Uh, yeah . . .” Caleb says, obviously uncertain about where this is going.
I bite my lip, giving him my cutest, most seductive look. “I’m just saying, instead of rolling the dice on some asshole we meet at Home Depot or wherever, we should take care of each other! It’s perfect. No strings attached, no commitment, no hard feelings. Just casual hookups and we can still be friends.”
Caleb shakes his head, then looks hard at his beer, probably trying to figure out whether he’s totally wasted or not. But he’s only on his second can, same as me. Finally, he looks back, wonder on his face. “Cass, I’m damn near sure I misheard, but . . . are you asking me to be your fuck buddy?”
I grin, nodding. “Yeah. Buddy. Fuck. Let’s be fuck buddies. You in? Pun intended.” I move closer, taking his beer out of his hands and climbing into his lap. My blouse is mostly dry now, but I still straddle his jeans, looking into his eyes as I press my body into his. “Caleb, you’re the one guy in the world I trust with this, but it’s your call. What do you say?”
For a heartstopping moment, I think he’s going to push me off his lap, play off what I’m saying as just another joke in the infinite line of teases and taunts we’ve leveled at each other. Hell, he’s probably waiting for me to say GOTCHA! I’m just about ready to play it off myself when he reaches around, grabbing my ass and squeezing.
“Fuck, yes, I’m in,” he growls in that same deep voice that has my pussy aching before covering my mouth with his own. It’s heady, intense, and I can feel the stubble on his chin and cheek rasping against me, fiery tingles filling my brain and making me wet again. Caleb’s strong hands squeeze my ass, and his tongue urges my lips apart, demanding entrance.
I happily give in, and our tongues tangle, twisting as I tug on his hair, wiggling my hips over the swelling bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Caleb kisses down my neck to the V of my blouse, half lifting me before rolling me over onto the drop cloth, holding me down as he kisses his way to my nipples, which are poking and aching against the cups of my thin bra. “You—” Caleb murmurs before sucking and nibbling at my nipples through my clothes, causing my already pebbled tips to become painfully hard, begging for more. I reach down and hurriedly unbutton my blouse, tempted to rip the whole damn thing off except that I don’t have another shirt in my car. Caleb raises his head enough to let me sit up to shrug it off before he unhooks my bra, and I arch, trying to press my now naked upper body against him. Caleb sits back more, a look of wonder on his face.
“Fuck, Cassie, you’re gorgeous.”
I grin, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off him before replying. “More pew pew, less Q Q,” I growl, grabbing his head and pulling him back to my breasts, where he licks and massages them, back and forth. His hand starts to trace down my stomach, toward the button of my work slacks, expertly unhooking it and sliding the zipper down. Slipping a hand inside, he cups my hot, quivering pussy, causing both of us to groan in pleasure. “Holy shit, yes!”
“Mmm, feels perfect,” Caleb growls against my breast as his thumb starts rubbing my clit in little circles through my panties, driving me wild. I’m already soaked, and I know he can feel my wetness. He doesn’t stop, and he kisses his way back up to my lips, claiming me with a searing, possessive kiss that leaves me breathless.
“More . . . I need more,” I moan incoherently, running my fingers through his hair and looking up into his piercing eyes. God, if I’d known how good he was at this, I’d have tried this months ago. “Please, more than your hand.”
Caleb nods, pulling back slightly, and helps me shimmy my slacks and panties down my legs, leaving me naked and him in his jeans. Somehow, the discrepancy makes me feel more on edge, more naughty. Caleb lifts my legs, settling between them and sitting back on his heels. His eyes focus on my pussy spread before him as his work-callused hands somehow still tenderly massage my inner thighs. His eyes find mine, desire flaring in them. “Tell me. Cassie, I need you to tell me to lick you. Because I need to taste you. I want your smell in my nose and your taste on my tongue.”
I’ve never felt such impact behind a lover’s words. The slight strain in Caleb’s voice as his eyes travel up my body to find mine sends quivers through me. I reach down, grabbing his wrists and lowering my voice. “Yes. I want that. Lick me. Make me come all over your face.” Before I can even finish, he bends forward and cups my ass, lifting my hips toward his mouth, meeting in the middle with an explosion of sensation from the first touch of his tongue.
I should have known from how good he kissed and how he made my breasts ache, but I’m not prepared for the electricity that jolts my body as he licks up my entire slit with the flat of his tongue, pausing at the top to give my clit a concentrated lick back and forth. After marking it with his tongue, he gets to work, the hungry snuffling sounds coming from his mouth giving testament to how passionately he’s licking me.
His tongue never stops, driving me crazy as he traces patterns across my clit, sucks my lips into his mouth, and drives his tongue into me, tongue fucking me as I’m slowly driven wild, getting louder and writhing under his ministrations. He focuses on my button, sucking on it while he slides first one and then two fingers into my dripping wet pussy, stretching me as he pumps them in and out.
Warning tingles rush from my pussy through my entire body, and I throw my head back. Caleb tries to slow me down, but I’m too far gone, weaving my hands through his hair to grab him, grinding my pussy against his face, desperate. “Please, Caleb, I’m so close. I need . . .”
Caleb growls and lightly bites my clit at the same time he curls his fingers into my g-spot. Fireworks explode in my vision, and I’m sent hurtling off the edge into an orgasm, lights sparkling behind my closed lids. All I can do is hold on, moaning “fuckfuckfuck,” over and over as the world seems to twist, reality disappearing only to reappear after what feels like an eternity later. Opening my eyes, I see Caleb wiping my juices from his stubble, grinning. “Good?”
Caleb’s laugh is sexy, the fire in his eyes even sexier. “That was the hottest fucking thing ever. Now it’s your turn.”<
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Caleb scoots back, and I sit up, pushing him lightly onto his back and marveling for another moment at the ripped muscles of his upper body, the lean trace of his narrow waist, and the tight muscles underneath. Everything is hard, and I marvel at the bulge in his jeans, biting my lip.
I stretch out next to him, tracing the muscles of his chest and stomach. Little goosebumps start to dot his skin as I get close to his nipples, making me hum in appreciation. “Mmm, someone is sensitive.”
“Woman, it’s been a bit too long for me as it is. I’m likely to come right as I get inside you. You might want to hold off on the teasing a bit,” Caleb admits, and for some reason, his honesty makes this mean more to me. I hear the zipper on his jeans, and I realize his pants are undone. I sit up, grabbing the waist and carefully pulling them down. Caleb helps, pushing his hips up so I can get them and his boxers off. Before I can toss them aside, he sits up, reaching into the back pocket to pull out his wallet, and takes out a condom. “Safety first.”
Looking at him, I have an unobstructed view of him for a moment. His cock stands proudly, nearly reaching his belly button. He’s handsome, but with the smile on his face, the ripped muscles, and the huge dick that’s staring out at me, I’m in awe of him for the first time ever. “Holy shit, Caleb. How did I not know . . . you’re fucking packing.”
Caleb chuckles, opening the condom and rolling it down his shaft, relaxing slightly. “You always know just the right thing to say, Cass.” Stretching out his long legs, I’m aware of what he wants as he opens his arms, and I dutifully climb into his lap, straddling him face to face.
Caleb looks at me seriously. “Are you sure about this, Cass? Just friends, no strings? Fuck buddies for now, friends always. Last chance—you sure?”
In answer, I lift up, impaling myself on his huge cock in one drop, making both of us moan in pleasure.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Chapter 15
Caleb
Cassie takes my whole cock to the hilt in one swoop, and I’m a goner. I try to let her ride me, control myself as she bounces on me, her pussy squeezing me and thrilling my cock from tip all the way to the base. She hugs her arms around my shoulders, bringing her tits to my attention, and I suck one nipple into my mouth, drawing on it deeply. The way her nipples feel against my tongue and between my lips is heaven itself. She moans, begging. “More . . . Caleb . . . please . . . fuck me.”
She whimpers, and I can’t hold back anymore. Wrapping my arms behind her, I hold her shoulders from behind, letting her lie back in my supporting arms. I roll both of us over, laying her out on the cloth, her hair spreading around her like an angel’s halo, her eyes wide with the feeling of my cock grinding inside her. Getting to my knees, I fuck her deep and slow, pounding in with force, bottoming out and just holding her there, full of my cock, for a split second before doing it again and again. Cassie wraps her legs around my waist, holding me close, the pace increasing as I abandon myself to the sensations.
“I’m there, Caleb . . . so close,” she moans, lifting a finger to my mouth. I take it in, licking the tip then watching raptly as she lowers her pink-tipped finger to her clit. She rubs slowly, in time with my thrusts, and the sight of my cock disappearing into her wet pussy, along with her rubbing herself, is just too much. I speed up, slamming harder and harder into her, our bodies shaking, until I come with the force of a freight train, holding her tight and immobile on my cock, grunting my pleasure as I see her finger move a little faster for a moment before she shudders in my arms too. I thrust a few more times, driving both of our pleasure on for as long as possible.
Time draws out, and as the balmy evening air cools our sweat-drenched skin, I hold her, thinking that in all my life, I’ve never felt anything like being with Cassie. Finally, we look at each other, shocked faces for a moment before she finally sets the tone, like she always has. “Okay, fuck buddies. I think this can work.”
That right there is why we’re friends. Inside, I’m swirling, trying to figure out if ‘fuck buddies’ is really what I want to be, but Cassie takes control and gives us some clarity. She always has throughout our friendship. Hopefully, we’re not messing that up, but damn if I can’t work with sex like this too.
Chapter 16
Cassie
The blistering heat envelops me as I step outside with a glass of cold water in my hand. Immediately, the humidity makes my thin cotton tank top cling to my body even before I’m halfway down the steps.
“I get it, I get it,” I mutter to myself, glancing up to the heavens. “I’ve been such a bad girl that I have to spend the summer living next door to the gates of hell. Doesn’t mean you have to throw in the mugginess too.”
At least the weather’s good for one thing, I think as I feel a droplet of sweat trickle down the back of my thigh. I can barely stand to wear anything at all, so I’ve spent most of the past few days in nothing but crop tops and Daisy Dukes. Sure, I might be looking just a tad bit skanky, but I think I can pull it off. And it’s done wonders for my tan.
I hear the buzzing of the small gasoline motor, and I come around the corner of the house, knowing what I’ll find. After a delay in getting some of the materials that we need, Caleb and I decided to tackle something else. A friend of his was willing to let us borrow his big riding lawnmower, so we’re tackling the one-acre space behind the house, taking it from a jungle to a half-tamed space. We’ll worry about making it a lawn later, but today’s all about at least getting it so that I’m not worried about snakes or other creepy crawlies if I want to take a walk back here.
Caleb and I have been working together all morning to try and get the lawn done, alternating between driving the mower and using the other tools. We’ve been through six gallons of gas in the big mower, but the ten huge bags of cut grass stand as a monument to the amount of work we’ve accomplished. But now, he insists on running the weed whacker, saying my bare legs are in danger. The way he keeps looking at my legs and ass, I’d say he’s the one in danger . . . and that’s just the way I like it.
“Do you need some wa—” I yell, but the words freeze in my throat at the sight in front of me. Caleb’s peeled off his shirt while I’ve been inside, leaving him in just a pair of jeans that hugs his lean hips like a glove, and I get a full view of the long muscles of his back and the swell of his arms and shoulders as he shuts off the motor. Just looking at the sweat glistening on his tanned skin makes my internal temperature ratchet up a few more degrees, and I’m tempted to drink half the glass of water myself. I’m burning up inside.
“Hey,” he says, turning all the way toward me and shrugging off the gas trimmer. Watching his chest and arms flex with easy strength and the bead of sweat that trickles down his pecs before coursing its way over the deep ridges of his abs has me gasping for air.
I’ve always known that Caleb was a fine, sexy specimen of manhood. But the recent change in our relationship has me looking at him differently. I’m shocked at how turned on he makes me. These past few days, I’ve noticed him not as an opponent, not as a playmate, but as a man. And no matter how much I want to deny it, I want him with every fiber of my being.
Why couldn't I see this before? It makes sense. From the moment I saw him, I wanted to beat him, to show him that I was worthy of his notice. Every mean trick I played on him, every time I’ve tried to show him up since we’ve started working together, it’s always been to get his attention. Sometimes, I’ve been subtle, like with a slight joke or making sure I wore my thinnest bra today underneath my thinnest tank top. Other times, it’s been as in your face as a bucket of water poured over his head. Yeah, I did that too.
And now, I can’t deny it. I can’t get enough of him.
The corner of Caleb’s lips curl up into a cocky grin as he watches me, and I realize I’m staring at him, the glass of ice water frozen in my hand. “You okay?”
I tear my eyes away from his sweaty abs. “Yeah, a bead of sweat just fell in my eye.” I lie my
ass off, trying to maintain at least a little bit of control of myself. I’m not quite that desperate that I want to fall on my back in the freshly mown grass and spread my legs, begging him to plow me. At least, not yet. I wipe at my eyes with the back of my hand, holding out the glass of cold water. “Here. You look like you need it.”
Caleb reaches out and takes the glass from my hand, my eyes fixed on his Adam’s apple as he downs half the glass, his throat making me even more breathless before he stops and gives me a curious look. “You sure about that?”
He steps closer, and he’s so close I can feel the heat emanating from him, heat that has nothing to do with the blistering sun. I swear my internal thermometer is rising through the roof. Standing next to him, the only image I have in my head is of my entire head exploding like a cartoon thermometer, but I can’t tear my eyes away from him.
“I’m sure,” I finally reply, my voice husky. “How much more do you have to do?”
“Not much,” Caleb admits, not looking anywhere but at me. “There’s a few bushes that need trimmed, but that won’t take long at all.”
If you want to see a nicely trimmed bush, I’ve got one for you, I think, but instead, I nod. “Okay.”
The sounds of the summer fade away as I watch him finish off his drink, a trickle of water running from the side of his mouth and down to his chest, making me want to lick the clear droplet off his skin. He licks his lips, and all I can imagine is feeling his hands, his lips, his tongue licking me that way, and I moan lightly, my thighs trembling with desire.
Caleb finishes the last bit from the glass before crunching one of the ice cubes that I’d put inside, smiling. “Delicious. Just what I needed.”
Please, please, PLEASE run that ice cube over my nipples, I want to beg him, my heart pounding in my chest like a sexual drum. “Yeah. I was just going back inside. I was going to get that list of stuff for the bathr—”
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