As Caleb repairs the sink, just as quickly as he thought, I listen to Ms. Barnes discuss the pros and cons of different brands of peanut butter and even how to make my own to ‘really get the best flavor’. I also get a quick little lesson on the best types of lemons, and how certain kinds are only available for a short season, and how to adjust based on the type of lemons you get. “But Mrs. Barnes, you say to drop the sugar?” I ask as I catch Caleb’s eye, and behind her, he mouths Thank you to me.
“Oh, yes,” she says, leaning in and dropping her voice. “Everyone thinks that you cover up the bad lemons with more sugar, but the thing is, you need to even highlight the lemons more then. So what I like to do is boil it.”
“Boil it?” I ask, surprised.
“Boil, microwave, whatever you want,” Mrs. Barnes says. “The lemons are usually too weak, you see. You have to bring the lemon flavor out, and the best way to do that is to steep the juices with the zest. Trust me, try it and you’ll see.”
“I don’t doubt it,” I tell her, liking her. She’s a sweet lady, like Caleb said, and if she’s into a little innocent flirting, so what? She even uses her home printer to make me a copy of both of her recipes, and I tuck them dutifully in my back pocket as Caleb cleans up. “Thank you.”
“Hey, Cassie,” Mrs. Barnes says as Caleb carries his tool bag out. “Take care of him, okay? He’s a good man.”
I nod, smiling. “You have no idea. Again, thank you.”
After we say our goodbyes and Caleb tucks his check into his wallet, we go back to his truck, pulling onto the main street. “So . . . dinner? Feeling anything in particular?”
I lean back, rubbing my tummy and chuckling. “Caleb, I ate like four cookies while Ms. Barnes talked about sugar brands. That woman had fully prepared for you. She had a whole plate and a half and two different types of lemonade. I can’t eat another bite right now.”
“Well, I’m starving,” Caleb growls lightly, and the tone in the truck cab changes in an instant as I feel desire pulsing off him in waves. Who cares if we had a quickie right before coming over? We’ve held back for a few days, and we want each other now. I reach over, sliding my hand up his thigh to cup his hardening cock, and give him a cheeky look. If anyone ever asks me what love and true desire are, I can describe how Caleb is looking at me right now. I look like a half-kempt cocker spaniel and I can tell he wants to park the truck and make me scream his name. That’s true desire.
“Well, maybe just a little more. But only if you can get us to my apartment fast enough.” Caleb speeds up, virtually squealing into a parking spot at my apartment. He runs around to the passenger side as I climb out, turning to offer me his back.
“Hop on,” he says, “or do you want me to carry you in my arms?”
I laugh and hop onto his back. “You can do that when you put a ring on it,” I tease him, Caleb stopping for a half second in surprise before he grins and runs with me piggyback to my door, crouching down so I can feed the key into the lock.
Kicking the door closed with a foot, he sets me down. With a smirk, he growls, “Woman. Bed. Now.”
I laugh, recalling how I teased him about being a caveman, but I run toward my bedroom, tugging at my shirt and getting it off before throwing it over my shoulder. I hear his muffled curse as it hits him in the face—he’s so close on my heels—but when I turn around, he’s not laughing. Instead, he’s staring at me with a fire in his eyes that could melt steel, his chest heaving so hard that the thin cotton of his t-shirt can’t hide the pounding of his heart, and his jeans certainly can’t stop the bulging throb of his cock. “Fuck, Cassie. Strip for me, honey. I need to be inside you.”
I feel his need and it’s mirrored by my own, and I quickly start shucking clothes. In record time, I’m down to just my bra and panties. Baggy jeans have their advantages. “Like this?”
“It’s a start,” Caleb says as he turns around, going over to my drawers and opening my ‘fun time drawer’. He reaches inside to grab a condom and looks back at me with an evil smirk. “Pick one. And tell me what you want.”
“Ooh, the options, the ideas.” With a smile of my own, I walk over next to him, letting my imagination run wild. I grab a few little things, setting them on the bed beside me before I turn and perch myself on the edge of the bed, my legs spread and my hands on the mattress behind me, showing off exactly what I know Caleb wants.
“Now, my stallion, take your clothes off for me.” As Caleb reaches behind his neck to grab his shirt, I start to unbuckle his belt, teasing it out as he peels his t-shirt off until he growls, knowing I’m playing with him. He’s so impatient he finishes it for me, shoving his pants and boxer briefs down as he pushes his boots and socks off. When he’s naked before me, I take a moment to enjoy him, just letting my eyes run over every inch of him from top to bottom, then returning my attention to his cock, which stands hard and proud right in front of me. “Yep, you certainly like what you see.”
“No, I love what I see,” Caleb says softly, lifting my chin. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I reply before reaching out and taking his warm, heavy cock in my hand and grinning. Caleb grins as I lean forward, giving the tip a little lick and looking up at him. “Do you trust me?”
Caleb raises an eyebrow, smirking. “It makes me a little nervous when you say it like that. But yeah.”
“Good. I had a new . . . fantasy that I wanted to explore with you.” I take the cock ring I got free with a purchased item on my last order, holding it up for him. His eyebrow goes up another notch, but he says nothing as I add a drop of lube, slipping it down over his cock, almost instantly seeing how much stiffer he’s gotten with the slightly restricted blood flow. Caleb watches me with a glazed look in his eyes as I kiss and lick the tip of his cock, a slight moan coming from deep in his chest before I pull back, grinning. “Have you ever used one of these before?”
Caleb takes a deep, shuddering breath before he can answer. “No.”
I give light little touches all along his shaft, and he shivers again. “It’s to make you stay extra-hard for an extra-long time. You know why that’s good?”
I let go of Caleb’s cock to undo my bra, giving him a moment to recover as I free my breasts before pushing my panties down my hips. He smiles as I display myself for him, his cock now an almost cute shade of pink he’s so hard. “Well, I can imagine the benefits.”
I move to little lapping licks along his shaft, pausing periodically to talk dirty to him. He makes me want to be so naughty. “You said to tell you what I want. Well, what I want is to suck your cock, take you deep in my throat. But you’re not gonna come that way, okay?”
Caleb puts his hand on my head, his fingers tightening in my hair. He’s so on the edge, but he doesn’t push, doesn’t force me. He just lets me know that he could if he wanted. “Cass, I’m about to fucking come just from your talking to me like that.”
I stop licking, letting his pulsing cock rest against my cheek as I look him in the eye. “I’m going to suck you, but you’re not gonna come down my throat. When you get close, I’m gonna stop, and you’re gonna work that dildo into my pussy or my ass—your choice. Your cock goes in the other, so . . . think you can handle that?”
I don’t let him respond. From the look on his face, I can tell the answer. With a glint in my eye, I take his cock in deep in one fell swoop. He groans, reflexively grabbing my head with his hands and throwing his head back with a loud groan.
“How in the fuck did I get so damn lucky? Fuck, Cass.” I continue to suck him, slurping and hollowing my cheeks to drive him wild. As I swirl my tongue across the tip, dipping into his tiny slit, he hisses. “Fuck, wait. Stop. I’m about to come.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we? Not until you fill me up.”
“Damn right,” he growls, regaining his composure and his control. He pulls his hips back, and I can see the pulsing through his shaft. So close. Caleb half-squats, grabbing my hips before pulling. “Scoot to the edge.�
� He pushes me back, bringing my ankles to his shoulders. I feel open, exposed, and totally turned on as he stares at my pussy, soaked and glistening with wetness. He dribbles a bit of lube on his fingers, rubbing my tight asshole with them, spreading the lube. “Now it wasn’t one of your choices, but I need a fucking taste of you.”
I grin, grabbing my ankles and spreading myself a little wider. I hadn’t thought of it either, but now that he mentions it . . . “As you wish.” With the moan of a famished man seeing his first meal in days, Caleb devours me, slipping his tongue in and out of my pussy before settling down to lick temptingly at my clit.
All the while, his finger slowly moves around, relaxing me and finally slipping inside to stretch me. I gasp. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anything back there, and knowing that it’s Caleb makes it all the sexier. “Cass . . . my turn. I’m gonna lick you until you’re right on the edge. But don’t you fucking come until you’re full of cock. Got it?”
I writhe, incoherent, but something he hears in my nonsense must sound like an agreement, because he smirks and dives back in. I’m crying out in pleasure, hands threaded through his hair as he licks every inch of me, even teasing my ass with both his fingers and tongue. I’m right about to fall off the edge when he stops. “Caleb!”
“No, no, no. Not yet,” he teases as he brings his cock to tempt my tight hole, prepped and ready for him. I close my eyes, willing my body to relax, and he grunts, slipping the head in and pausing to let me adjust. It’s overwhelming. I feel like I’m being torn open, he’s so thick, but at the same time, I need him. I take deep breaths, letting it flow over me. The whole time, Caleb stays totally still, giving me the time I need to relax. After a moment, I need more and move myself along his shaft, letting him in deeper and deeper. I open my eyes, smiling at him, and reach down and take his hand. He groans as he sinks in deeper, filling my ass completely. he’s huge, but it feels so good. “Cassie . . . damn, baby, you’re so tight. Fuck, you feel so good.”
He thrusts gently a few more times, making sure I’m comfortable, and then starts to plunge in with more power. My vision swims as I feel his hips start to smack against my ass. I’m losing it, and it’s only when Caleb stops that I can even understand what he’s saying, focusing on the naughty grin on his lips. “Hand me the dildo, Cass. I want to see you completely full. See if you can take it.”
“That’s my handyman, never leaving a job half done,” I rasp as I hand over the dildo, not needing any lube since my pussy is dripping wet. Caleb pauses his thrusts into my ass, slowly sliding the dildo into my pussy to the hilt, and we just freeze, our eyes locking, and enjoy the moment. I’ve never felt this full, my body or my heart. He begins to drive into me again, sometimes at the same time with his cock and the dildo and sometimes alternating. Not knowing what to expect is driving me wild, and he works to keep me pinned to him.
“Fuck, I can’t hold out much longer. I’m gonna fill your ass up. Is that okay?”
The idea of feeling his seed deep inside me is perfect, and the only thing that could make it better would be to feel him in my pussy. The little voice in my head, the part that whispers about my biological need, says to me that this man could breed me and I would love every second of it. “Fuck, yes. Do it, Caleb.”
He nods, thrusting hard and fast into my overloaded body. I can feel him swell, and he grunts deeply. “Touch your clit for me. Come with me.”
With barely a strum across my clit, I detonate, bucking and screaming. Barely a breath later, Caleb joins me, yelling out my name as I feel his heat filling my ass and it sets me off again. We writhe together as long as we can, finally stilling and breathing heavily. Caleb, his breath still gasping, pants. “Holy shit, woman. I think I saw a bright light.”
I smile, giving a little laugh. “Me too. Got a question for you though.”
Caleb slowly pulls out of me, chuckling. “What?”
“What are you gonna do to top this?” I ask teasingly as he heads to the bathroom. I hear him laugh, and he comes back a moment later with a warm wet towel, helping me clean up. “What? I’m a very demanding girlfriend.”
“I’ll think of something,” Caleb teases. “I’m going to be all you ever need.”
Chapter 31
Caleb
After a shower, we collapsed into bed, crashing in post-orgasmic bliss. Her bed is perfect too, and I already know that when we move things into the house, this is the bed I want in the master bedroom. My bed literally feels like sleeping on rocks compared to this. Or maybe it’s just that Cassie is right next to me, and it feels perfect.
I woke up once in the middle of the night to find her sprawled across me, head on my chest, leg thrown over one of mine and a hand fisted in my chest hair. She was pulling, obviously caught in some sort of dream as she growled in her sleep, and I wondered if she was kicking ass or taking names. Thankfully, brushing her hair off her forehead relieved her enough that she let go and I could fall back asleep, pulling her close to me.
The sun is barely rising now. I stir, stretching out and just looking at Cassie in the soft morning light. She’s angelic, and I realize that somehow, in a way that I’m still not too damn sure I understand, I’ve found the perfect woman for me.
I kiss her lightly on the temple and ease out of bed, heading for Cassie’s kitchen. In the cupboard, I find the first thing I need, and after raiding the fridge, I find the rest. Smiling, I get to work, not even worrying about putting on any clothes until I hear a warm chuckle behind me.
“You do that, you’re going to end up with hot bacon grease on your dick.”
I glance over my shoulder, seeing Cassie leaning against the doorjamb, looking like the world’s cutest sleepover attendant in a football jersey—Gavin Adams, of course—and nothing else. It falls below her hips, and I wonder if she’s got any panties on underneath that nylon. “Damn, I wanted to surprise you. Did I wake you up?”
“Well, I had this big warm teddy bear in bed with me, and when I rolled over, it was gone. But I could get used to this sight.”
I laugh, smiling so hard it damn near cracks my face. “Go chill out or snooze for at least another thirty minutes. I barely have the waffle batter done.”
“You’re making me waffles?” Cassie asks, impressed. “I didn’t even know I had a waffle iron.”
“You didn’t. Okay, off to bed again, wench!” I cry, brandishing my spatula.
Cassie looks down to between my legs, licking her lips. “As long as you don’t burn my dessert,” she says, turning around and giving me a peek at her ass that proves she’s not wearing anything under that football jersey.
I take my time, making sure everything is perfect on the plate before setting it on the towel-covered cookie sheet. Cassie sadly lacks any sort of TV tray. I carry it into the bedroom, where Cassie is leaning back against the pillow-covered headboard, the jersey pushed up dangerously high.
“Damn, woman, you’re gonna make me balance this tray with three body parts if you sit around like that.”
“Like what? This old thing?” and with a pouty lip, she slowly swirls the hem up higher and higher on her legs, just teasing me with a hint of her sweet bare pussy.
I groan, getting closer to the bed. “My lady.” I offer the makeshift tray.
“Breakfast in bed?” Cassie squeals, clapping her hands. “I thought you were going to call me out to the living room.”
“Well, special occasions call for special efforts,” I reply, carefully setting the tray on her lap. “Now, gimme a minute to go get my food and we can dig in.”
Breakfast is delicious, waffles drowned in butter and maple syrup, nearly half a slab of bacon each, and instead of coffee, I made chocolate milk. “Well, not what I expected,” Cassie says as she sets her glass down, smacking her lips, “but I have to say, it goes well with it.”
“I got the idea when I came in early to Mindy’s Place the night after that bad storm last year. Front window was busted out so she closed the place, and she was exp
erimenting,” I reply. “Cookies n’ cream frappe, which was great when they reopened. I helped with cleanup and the window, and Mindy gave me one with a bacon and egg sandwich, since she had to use the bacon before it went over. Best damn breakfast I’d had in a year.”
“I’ll have to thank her then,” Cassie says, sighing happily. “So you say a special occasion, huh?”
“Well, saying I love you, our being an official couple, all that . . . yeah, waffles and chocolate milk.”
We finish up our breakfast, and when I come back from dropping the dishes into the sink, Cassie’s looking shy, like doubts might be starting to creep into her mind. Wanting to make her smile, I jump on the bed, pinning her and tickling her. She screeches and starts flailing crazily, and it’s game on, tickle fight. We toss and turn, discovering each other’s spots and laughing loudly.
Unfortunately, I should know Cassie better. She hates to lose and never fights fair. When I find that the backs of her knees are ticklish, she shoves her ass in my face while at the same time grabbing my cock, distracting me long enough for her to bury her lips on my belly button and blow a huge belly fart that leaves me gasping for breath. Finally, I cry out. “Truce, truce!”
Cassie stops. I’ve got her foot while she’s got her other foot in my armpit, and I see her big true smile that fills my heart. “You called for it first, so the winner, AND STILL champion, Cassie ‘Snow’ WHIIIIIIITE!” She makes an echo sound like a distant crowd cheering, and I let it go on for a moment before making a honking sound like a horn interrupting. “What?”
“By the agreed-upon rules of the Marquis of Ticklesbury, when one party calls for a truce and it is accepted, only for the other party to renege on that truce, that party is henceforth disqualified. So, in fact, your true champion is Caleb ‘Crusher’ Strong!”
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