by Betty Hanawa
Call set his beer on the nightstand and flopped on the king-size bed. He idly wondered if Diego shared it with Angela. The thought nearly made him puke so he sat up and drank some beer to chase the image away. He put his sharp lawyer brain to work. “Thereby, when Og again brought home the bacon, so-to-speak, he assured himself of getting his brains fucked out again."
"Certainly. Sex is a positive reinforcement tool for desired behavior."
Call had to smile at Ms. Prim Doctor Professor's pedantic tone. He stacked pillows behind his head and stretched out on the bed again, relaxing for the first time in months.
Who would have thought it? In a sexy woman's hotel room with her dressed in skimpy nothings, and he wasn't crazed because he wasn't interested in getting it up. Probably because he'd just been sitting next to Nita and experiencing a raging hard-on the entire time. Reassuring to know he could still get it up and keep it up. Now if he could just get Nita interested in a little one-on-one.
If she were interested. God, he sure hoped she wanted him as much as his cock wanted her. Otherwise he was screwed. Or rather, not screwed.
He'd worry about his dad's and her mama's reactions to him and Nita later. Nita's papa would be able to calm her mama the way he usually could. But then again, his own dad would probably, possibly, understand why he wanted Nita so bad. He had been married to Nita's mother after all. Diego was proof of that.
Of course, he had to make sure their mutual brother was distracted so he and Nita could get it on. Dr. Professor Angela seemed to be willing to take care of that situation. But he needed to make sure.
"Is that how you feel about sex?"
"We're not discussing my preferences at this time. I'm only telling you my theories on Og and Bella."
"If you want to use sex to positively reinforce my brother for a desired behavior, I might be able to give you some pointers."
"Later.” Angela left her laptop, opened the armoire's doors to reveal the hidden television. She tossed the remote control onto Call's chest. “Here, Og. Use the ancestral abilities to hunt down something to watch on TV so I can finish my work."
"Yes, Bella.” Call said, even though Nita was Bella to his Og. He turned on the TV and surfed.
Call finished his beer and watched a custom motorcycle being built, some courtroom drama, and a reality show about a Hawaiian bounty hunter. He never understood how a woman could just watch one show at a time. Might miss a commercial on some other channel by just staying with one program.
On second thought, he didn't think he'd seen this courtroom episode before. He always liked to sneer at the difference between TV court cases and his own knowledge of the reality. He closed his eyes and let the voices drift over him so he could pick apart the inaccuracies.
Call drifted through the cave of his dreams once again. Part of his brain hoped he didn't wake up with a fucking tent pole again and embarrass himself in front of Professor Doctor.
The rest of him drifted through the cavern tunnels and anticipated seeing Nita again. He felt himself hardening at the mere thought of her.
He heard her softly singing a Mexican folk song. Her voice rose and fell with deep throaty vibrations on the notes. He paused to listen to the song of lovers joined and separated, then joined never to be parted even by death. The last plaintive note echoed softly down the passageway and drew him into the small cavern.
She waited for him, wearing only the turquoise teardrop nugget he'd pierced and strung for her—and a smile. He still needed to find a piece for himself. He wanted rings for them.
He also wanted to go to her father and ask for his blessing on them. He wanted to tell his own father he was marrying Nita.
She was frightened. She wanted to be with him but knew their families would be angry.
He no longer cared. He wanted to be with her in the open. He didn't want to hide in these caves. He needed the world to know she was his and only his.
He wanted children, children by her. He wanted to watch her body grow round with his seed. He wanted to see her breasts fill, wanted to taste the milk that fed their child.
The other Anglos would ignore them as though they didn't exist. Her brothers would be enraged that he touched their ‘hermana preciosa.'
It didn't matter. He knew his mother and her mother well enough that, with the first baby, the grandmothers would force the families to accept them as a couple. His mother would probably be upset for a while because he'd marry into the Church, but she'd get over that, too.
"It's time,” he told her.
She looked at him in puzzlement.
"It's past time,” she said with the soft laugh.
He loved to hear her laugh, loved to make her laugh.
"You are so late, I had to use my own fingers to pleasure myself."
His cock jumped hard. There would be another opportunity to convince her the time was right to marry. He wanted to watch her. “Do it again."
Her eyes widened. “What?"
"Use your fingers to pleasure yourself again. So I can watch."
The dark pools of her eyes gleamed white around the edges like a startled deer. “But you are here. You can pleasure me. I can pleasure you. Remove your clothes."
He settled his rump against the boulder and shook his head. “This time I want to watch what you do. It will help me see how to better pleasure you myself if I know what you like."
"I like you inside me."
"I would like to watch you."
"But..."
"Please."
She hesitated, still eyeing him.
"How do you start? You like your nipples touched. Do you start by touching them?"
She ducked her head, but not before he saw her cheeks darken.
"Show me. Please?"
He waited, not sure if she would do it. He started to release his belt to remove his pants when her hand slowly crept to one breast. Lightly, she brushed a palm across her nipple.
He exhaled in satisfaction, seeing it tighten.
Slowly, she slipped her fingers across the single nipple. The other one tightened in anticipation.
His cock pulsed harder, but he kept his hands from touching it.
She began to stroke both nipples then squeezed her breasts and pinched each nipple tightly between her thumb and forefinger.
His mouth watered to take that ripe fruit into his mouth and suck it. He swallowed at the first sounds of her breath catching with passion. His groin tightened unbearably as her hips began to pump and beg for relief in the slit between her legs.
Slowly, she left one hand massaging her breasts and moved the other down her belly. His breath caught along with hers as she first touched the outside of her folds. The lamplight shone on the glimmer of moisture between her legs.
Her fingers started a slow but steady rhythm across her folds and curls while she continued to tweak first one nipple then the other. Her breathing grew harsher. She increased her fingers’ speed and dipped them inside her cunny.
Hard and deeper she stroked inside herself. She laid down, her knees spread further apart while she pushed her fingers in as far as her palm.
By now, he couldn't stop himself from rubbing his hands across the front of his trousers. His shallow gasps matched hers.
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked straight into his eyes the same as she did whenever they made love. He saw her begin to push herself over the edge of pleasure and start to soar.
He unfastened his belt, fumbled with his buttons and pushed his drawers down with his pants. He stumbled toward her and removed her hand.
The shudders of her body didn't quite crest before he slid deep and pumped hard. Her crest caught his cock and vibrated it like thousands of small eager fingers. Her inner muscles held him tight. He joined her in her flight and soared into ecstasy.
Call woke to find himself pumping into the bed. He managed to strangle his curse. He didn't want Angela to realize his cock demanded, burned for attention. Right now.
He willed his
hips to stop before he came in his pants and buried his face in the pillow. The sharp smell of industrial laundry detergent did nothing to relieve him. It only reminded him of other hotels with hot, nubile female bodies beneath him.
He wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand. The turquoise signet ring he'd worn since he turned eighteen hit with a hollow sound against his forehead. Stood to reason his skull sounded hollow. His brain was mush. All his blood was again filling his rigid cock. It felt like a goddamn iron shaft under him.
He lifted himself to his elbows, then maneuvered himself upwards and sat on the bed's edge. He tried to breathe evenly, determined to get the hell out of Professor Doctor's room and give himself some relief.
He looked over to her desk to see her still typing away.
"I'm...” He hardly recognized the harshness of his own voice. It hurt to breathe, to swallow. He tried again as he got off the bed. Thank God, Angela didn't turn around and see how swollen his cock was. “I'm going to my own room for awhile. Don't want to snore and disturb you."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Angela never took her eyes off the laptop monitor or her hands from the keys.
Still half blind with unrelieved lust, Call fumbled with the remote and shut off the TV. With his shaft stiff and aching between his legs, he stumbled through the connecting doors and shut his door behind him.
In his bathroom, Call hissed as he pulled his zipper down to strip off his jeans. His cock sprang upright, swollen and throbbing. He turned on the water in the tub and jerked the handle to start the shower, then ripped off his shirt and climbed in. Forget the cold shower shit. If he couldn't have Nita's warm fragrant female body around him, he at least wanted warm water.
Call took his burgeoning shaft into his hand and closed his eyes to remember the look on his Nita's dream face as she made herself come.
He knelt on the tub's floor and pumped harder. Instead of his hand and warm water, he felt a phantom woman's pussy welcome his cock. Instead of hard porcelain, he had a rough blanket beneath his knees. He loved the weight of her in his arms. He smelled her breath, sweet with the scent of manzanilla, the tea she loved. His mouth filled with the silken skin of her breast, the tight knot of nipple.
He came hard and fast. His sperm sprayed from him with a force he hadn't experienced in years. He just barely managed to remember he was in a hotel room and muffled his shout.
But as he collapsed on the tub floor, his hand still tight and snug as a woman's warm cunt around his cock, his empty arms added to the pain in his hollow heart.
He wanted Nita in his arms with an intensity that shook his body. He had to have her. Tomorrow.
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Chapter Five
In the crisp morning air, Call followed Nita's perky, round butt up the first part of the mountain trail. The trail itself was rated easy to moderate by the hiking clubs that the Ramirez family allowed to use it. Call's memories of previous walks to Trail End included yakking about the terrain, finalizing plans for the day or weekend spelunking expedition, and not quite joking innuendoes about pairing up in the caves. This time the four of them walked in such silence the birds never interrupted their morning songs.
Despite the chill radiating off Nita's stiff spine, Call felt buoyed by her reaction. Nita mad was a hell of a lot better than Nita indifferent. For the first time since his first engagement and subsequent marriage, he had a chance at reaching beyond the brotherly image she kept of him.
It looked like Angela, the good Professor Doctor of Anthropology, might be on to something with her theory of how to change Nita's attitude toward him and Diego's attitude toward her.
Poor old Diego. Call spared a quick pitying thought for his older brother, currently leading their column of four to Trail End. Angela had formulated a plan that would bring Diego to his knees and make him happy to end up there. Call relished the idea of Angela pussy-whipping his always-in-charge brother.
At Angela's suggestion, Call had enjoyed an early morning fantasy session without showering afterwards.
"Smell is a human's strongest sense,” Angela pointed out. “If we smell like sex, Diego and Nita will be attracted to our pheromones."
"Hmph,” Call snorted, “they'll figure we've been screwing out each other's brains and won't want anything to do with either of us."
"How did you get through college and law school?” Doctor Professor demanded. “You don't even know basic biology. We won't smell like each other's sex. Only our own individual pheromones. Diego and Nita might consciously think we've had sex with each other, but subconsciously, where it matters, they'll realize we didn't. Their noses will sort out the separate scents, and in their guts, they'll know nothing happened between us."
Call had nothing to lose by following her suggestion. He hadn't been in Nita's pants yet. If he didn't make it with her during their cavern exploration, he had to keep trying. He was getting tired of his own hand.
Half asleep, he'd hand-stroked his morning erection until he nearly came. This time he'd put his own cock ring on before he started rubbing Og.
Og though—Call found it funny that after decades he'd finally named his cock—Og really wanted Nita to be his Bella instead of Madame Thumb and her four helpers.
The cock ring snug in place at the base of his cock and around his balls didn't feel as good as a woman's hand and fingers holding him tight. But it did keep Og happy and upright longer than when he jacked himself off. He'd used his cock ring before when he soloed, but it was better with a woman. He yearned for the woman to be Nita.
The thought made his first cum squirt into his hand, but he knew he wasn't quite ready to come fully yet. He'd wrapped his arms around a pillow visualizing Nita's warm naked body against his.
He wondered how Nita would come with his mouth on her and a small anal vibrator in action.
Og surged harder and faster into his hand while Call imagined the taste and texture of Nita's pussy. Her curlies would be silky crisp and soaked in her cream. The inside of her thighs would be soft and sweet, but not as richly sweet as her folds. He bit and sucked in a corner of the pillow case, tonguing it the way he would Nita's clitoris to suck her over the edge.
With his hand doing its best to fuck Og's brains out, Call wondered if Nita would swallow his cum when—if—they ever 69ed it. The thought of her pussy, rich and dripping from his mouth had Og spurting freely and relieving some of his savage need for Nita.
Now on the trail, Og was ready to go again, especially as Call watched Nita's butt sway back and forth. Jesus, how soon would he be able to get those jeans off her? She had to taste as good as she smelled.
He had smelled her yesterday at the diner. Even the memory made him shake at how badly he'd wanted to go down on her right there. He'd wanted to kneel on the floor under the table and suck her pussy while the townspeople didn't know what he was doing. After she'd come, he wanted to be the one to have to sit, apparently calm, at the table while her mouth sucked him off.
When they finally reached Trail End, they stopped for a breather. They sat on various boulders, each lost in their own thoughts while they ate trail mix and drank coffee.
Call had only one thing on his mind. He was pretty sure the rest of them were thinking the same thing in various forms. “Diego?"
"What?” his brother snapped.
Yep, Diego definitely had the cranky attitude of a man on testosterone overload. Call wondered how many times Diego had jacked off without satisfaction during the night while he thought of Angela and Call fucking.
Diego divided the glare he shot over the rim of his coffee cup equally between them.
Call grinned into his own coffee and took a sip so he wouldn't laugh in his older brother's face. He swallowed and asked, “How come you didn't tell Professor Doctor about The Ramirez Woman's Curse? You've known each other all these years. This is right up her alley."
"I try to ignore the so-called damn curse as much as possible."
Angela looke
d serenely at Diego. “Then you don't blame The Curse for your divorce?"
Diego sucked in air. He straightened to his full height. His shoulders seemed to swell.
"No, I don't,” he growled.
Call had heard of a Mona Lisa smile before, but he'd never seen one until Angela smiled at Diego. Old Da Vinci got it right. Angela had that same, smug, “I know a secret and you are a stupid male who knows nothing” smirk.
Call looked at Nita. He could see the wheels turning in her brain while she looked from Angela to Diego in their silent battle of wills. She looked a question at him.
He always had admired Nita's brains and reasoning abilities, in addition to her tits and butt. At this point, she probably had figured out he and Angela hadn't gotten it on, but it was all a set up to snag Diego for Angela. Now he needed her to realize how much he wanted to snag her for himself.
Yeah, he nodded back. Something's happening between them. And nothing happened between her and me.
Nita understood him as clearly as if he'd said it aloud. The storm cloud that had frosted her face since he and Angela picked her up flew away on a hesitant smile.
Call held her gaze with his. When he had her full attention, his gaze drifted down her ripe body. He lingered on her breasts, visualizing them, succulent and firm, while he sucked on her nipples.
Her nipples hardened under his gaze as though he touched her.
Call continued to seduce her body with his eyes, letting them drift to her crotch. He could nearly taste her. He knew he could smell her like she could him. Without taking his eyes from her, he licked his lips and wondered if she'd used her fingers the way she had in his dream or if she had a vibrator.
Her legs had been splayed open to help her keep her balance on the boulder, but suddenly, she crossed them so tightly, her jeans grew taut across her thighs. He knew she was as wet as he was hard. Something in him released the tight worry that coiled in his gut like a spring. Everything would work out, maybe for the rest of their lives.
