by Betty Hanawa
"Nita? Are you and Call okay up there? What the fuck is going on?"
Call took his mouth from Nita's breast, but she pushed his head back to it.
"That's exactly what's going on if that asshole would just shut the fuck up,” Nita muttered into his ear. “Just giving Call other things to think about. Trying to distract him,” Nita said on a serene note Call had never heard before. “Give us a bit more time. He's almost ready to move."
Angela's low laughter rippled up the tube. Good old Doctor Professor had figured it out real quick.
"Do you need some help?” On the other hand, Diego was stupid. More likely, he didn't want to think about what his little sister might be doing.
"No,” Nita's breath caught when Call rubbed her clitoris. “Call and I are doing just fine."
Call grinned against Nita's bare tit.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And, you, you bastard, you just keep doing what you're doing or I'll leave this damn tube and let the mountain suck your soul."
Call sucked and lapped. He ached to have Nita's hand or mouth on his cock, but Og would have to wait. The damn tube was too tight to get her hand into his pants while his hand was deep inside hers.
As soon as they got to the caves, he was gonna haul Nita off to one of the alcoves and pound his cock into her pussy until her scream echoed throughout the mountain.
She panted in his ear. “Harder. Harder. Make me come. Keep going."
He twisted his fingers deep inside her and again tweaked her clitoris. At the same time, he pulled her nipple deep into his mouth.
"Go. Go. Go. Yes. Yes. Now,” she moaned.
He lightly bit her breast. Her body jerked and shuddered against his hand. She fastened her mouth against Call's head and screamed silently.
The soundless vibrations of her orgasm zipped through Call's bones and shook his stiff cock until he felt it pulse. The pressure built. His head spun. He started to lose control.
His fingers still deep inside Nita's wet cunt, his mouth filled with her tit, Call couldn't stop his cum. Hell, he didn't want to stop. Her tit muffled his groans while Og pumped enthusiastically.
"Sonofabitch,” he muttered when he finally finished draining. Goddamnit, he hadn't come in his pants since a Junior High wet dream. He hadn't packed another pair of jeans or even skivvies. Shit. Diego was going to kill him as soon as he saw his wet crotch.
Nita patted his face. An elbow banged his nose when she snapped her bra shut and pulled down her shirt. Her knee mashed against his cock while she pulled up her undies and pants. Her hand brushed and lingered against his still pulsing shaft while she buttoned them.
"You're not dying of a heart attack. You're not going to have your soul sucked out by the mountain."
"No,” Call agreed. The tube had returned to the secret passage of his youth but better. Now, instead of a dusty cave tube, it was the altar on which he'd worshiped Nita's body for the first time.
"Right. You're not going to die today. Because I decided yesterday you would experience death-by-almost-orgasm, and I am going to be the one to make you suffer."
"The almost part didn't work,” Call told her. “I came big time. You might have to try again."
Nita wiggled her way across Call's body. She stuck her crotch in his face. He nuzzled her jeans, but she quickly scooted on past.
"Follow me, big boy. I'll lead you out."
Pussy-whipped. He laid on his stomach, his cock sticky under him. He was so pussy-whipped. He hoped like hell Angela took as good care of Diego as Nita did him.
He yelled back down the tube. “Diego! Professor Doctor! We're on our way into the caves."
"We'll follow.” Angela's voice held the same fucking serene note Nita's had when she'd shouted to Diego earlier.
Call heard Nita giggle. Grinning himself, he switched on his light and followed Nita's ass, undulating like a snake out of the tube. When her light first dipped out of sight then shone steadily against the wall, Call breathed a sigh of relief he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Passage end. Finally.
He twisted around the final bend, then pulled himself out of the hole to stand on his own two feet. Nita's face lit with welcome. Even through his haze of lust, aggravated by rubbing Og against the tube's cold, rock floor, Call noticed the strain hollowing her cheeks and pinching the skin of her smooth forehead.
"Thanks, babe.” He hugged her, letting Og enjoy the soft cushion of her belly.
"You're welcome,” Nita said equally lightly.
"Death-by-almost-orgasm, hmm?"
"Eventually,” Nita said with a wan smile. “I think ... I think..."
Call kept an arm around her while she swayed. Damn it. He was so preoccupied with his own misery, he'd forgotten she'd been hit with altitude sickness on the hike up. Then she'd slid through that tube and took him out of his agony. She'd had a massive orgasm, and instead of resting afterwards, she'd led him out. Poor babe had to be exhausted.
"I think we need to get out of here and into the main caverns.” He slung on his pack and picked up hers.
"I can carry my own pack."
"I'm sure you can, but let me try to reclaim some of my macho pride and pretend to be the big strong caveman.” To his pleasure, she leaned against him as they moved through the alcove.
Slowly, they wove their way through smaller chambers and squeezed through crevasses until they finally got to what had always been called the Kitchen Cave.
"Does Diego have all the keys?"
Nita still looked tense but not quite as tired. She shook her head and pulled at a chain strung at her belt loop and tucked into her pocket. She sorted through the keys then unlocked the wooden storage bin.
Call lifted the lantern and shook the bottle of fluid beside it. Hearing it slosh, he set things up to get some decent light in the cave. Within moments, the lantern glowed with clear white light. He hung it from the hook set in the ceiling decades before.
Through the decades that the Ramirez clan used the cave and brought guests, they'd slowly carried in various implements to make it comfortable. During the Cold War of the Sixties, they'd turned the caverns into their own personal fall-out shelter. An uncle built the storage bin from wood the cousins brought in plank by plank. An aunt devised a way to channel and dam the small stream of icy spring water. It now provided drinking water in a shallow rock pool. Before it drained into the cave darkness, the chilled water dripped into the cooling tubes of a cold box for fresh food, though they usually carried in dried food and MREs.
Call pulled the beer from his pack and set it in the cold box. Despite his promise to himself in the tube, he didn't need a warm beer now. He needed a hot woman's body.
"What else did you bring? I'm replacing a couple of blankets.” Nita unlocked a storage bin that held sleeping bags and blankets. Although the assholes ruined the general public's spelunking enjoyment in the caverns, the Ramirez family's personal items were still kept locked away out of habit.
Knowing the Ramirez family's tradition of supplying and restocking the caverns—he and Diego had brought in the propane camp stove when they were in college—Call dug through his pack. He tossed packets of dried fruit and trail mix to Nita who caught them and shelved them in the pantry bin with her contributions.
"Here it is.” He extracted the two small propane bottles he'd toted and set them in the bin where the lanterns and stove were kept. He stuffed the condoms back down. He had a couple already in his pocket. If he didn't use them all, he'd leave the extras with the First Aid supply kit.
"Turkey jerky?” Nita offered around the chew of jerky stuck in her cheek. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she started putting away the food.
Call took a couple of the sticks from her. “How about you jerk me?"
Nita evaded his grab just enough so his fingers only brushed down her butt. “Uh-uh-uh. The key word is almost. Death-by-almost-orgasm. That means, as far as I'm concerned, you'll be as hard as this cave wall all weekend."
C
all's teeth gleamed. “Guess I won't need these then."
He pulled a ribbon of condoms from his pack and walked slowly to the First Aid storage.
"No, you won't.” When his face fell, Nita barely kept from laughing. He didn't have to know she had a bundle in her pack and a couple in her jeans pocket already.
She fisted her hands to the small of her back and stretched. Her butt still felt cold and gritty from the tube's floor. Call's hand and mouth had been incredible in the tight limited space. What could he do with more room to play?
She walked to the blanket storage, giving her hips a come-and-take me swing. She looked over her shoulder at Call, who practically drooled. “We should put dibs on one of the sleeping areas before Diego and Angela get here."
Nita scribbled them a note to let them know which part of the cave she planned to use. Diego had better be smart enough to go the hell in the other direction. Then again, Dr. Angela, bless her, would make damn sure the two of them weren't in the same passage as her and Call.
Call's eyes shone in the lantern light. “Um, you don't think Diego's going to kill me then?"
"Not in here,” Nita assured him. “He wouldn't want to have to drag your cold, dead body through the tunnel. Be careful on the cliffs going home though."
"I'll walk behind everyone else.” Call took the sleeping bags and ground sheets she handed him.
Nita led the way. She had a spot in mind, the one of her fantasies. She'd never come to the caves with a lover before. For some reason, whenever she fantasized about her and Call in the caves, she saw this particular alcove. She still wished there was a pool. She could do with a long soak.
Easing past the rock outcropping, she slipped between the walls to the hollowed area. She set her stack of blankets on a boulder.
Call's light preceded him into the hollow.
"I know this place.” Call's stunned voice echoed quietly in the room.
"Been here with a lover before, have you?” Nita refused to allow the sting of envy to hurt. He'd been married, engaged several times, probably had dozens of ex-lovers. He was five years older after all, and she'd had a few herself.
"No, I've never come down to the caves with a lover. But I remember being in this room. With you. I ate your pussy for the first time with you sitting on that boulder."
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Chapter Nine
Nita's body flushed with heat at the thought of Call's head between her legs then chilled at the realization he had just described one of her fantasies. He couldn't know her fantasy. She'd never told anybody about it. “Describe it."
Call's eyebrows twisted across his brown eyes in complete puzzlement.
"Tell me what happened."
Nita cranked her flashlight back to its full hour charge and set it in the old aluminum holder once designed for a kerosene lantern.
Without speaking, Call dropped the sleeping bags and ground sheets, then did the same thing with his light.
"Tell me what happened?” she asked again.
Call spread the ground sheet, then unzipped first one sleeping bag, then the second.
"Call?"
"It was a dream,” he said quietly. He spread the blankets across the sleeping bags to make a comfortable nest for them. He sat on the pallet and leaned against a boulder.
Patience wasn't one of Nita's virtues, but this time she practically bit her tongue. She wanted to know about his dream without telling him hers. Instinct told her if she pressed him on this, he'd back away with a glib joke and she'd never know.
A weird cross breeze shuddered over her skin, raising goose bumps. Something very strange had happened to her. She'd had too many fantasies about events in a past she didn't remember. They all involved a Call with blue eyes.
But Call with his light brown eyes might know the answers.
Nita let the silence grow. She sat on the dusty, chilled hollow in the boulder, feeling as though she were sitting in a hard chair.
"I ... I have to tell you about the last year first.” Call crossed his legs tailor-style and idly drew a ring of interlocking circles and triangles in the dust next to the blankets. “The dreams started about a year ago. Right after the time you came to Phoenix with the gem and mineral show. At first I shrugged them off. I figured I was slotting you into a dream lover because we'd been practically brother and sister all our lives and there you suddenly were—gorgeous, sexy, available, but not available for me. Instead, I went looking for another lover, the way I always did."
Nita nodded. She'd done the same thing throughout her life. She'd taken lovers, pretended she felt nothing more for Call than she felt for any other brother or cousin.
"But...” Call sighed with disgust. “I couldn't get it up with other women. Every night, you came to me in my dreams. Sometimes, I'd daydream and come to with such a hard-on I'd have to go jack off."
Heated giddiness spun through Nita's head. “Is that why Suzanne broke it off with you? Because you couldn't make it with her? Did she even try? God knows you were as hard as the rocks when we were stuck in the tube."
Call snorted. “Oh, yeah, she tried. And was extremely sweet when nothing happened. I knew I could get it up. I had wet dreams every goddamn night. But even when I woke completely engorged, I'd droop as soon as I realized Suzanne was beside me. She liked oral better anyway. Said she preferred it."
Nita didn't understand the dry tone in Call's voice. “Then what was the problem? Sooner or later you would have been able to get beyond that."
"Babe, I got over it when I saw you again day before yesterday. I got so damn hard I could hardly walk. Yesterday morning I realized I was never going to be able to do it with Suzanne because my cock wants only you. I went into her room to break the engagement and discovered why she liked oral so much."
Call clamped his mouth shut. He took off his boots and socks and set them at the end of the pallet. He scrunched his toes through the dust drawing and obliterated it.
Nita had a sudden memory of Suzanne and her maid of honor at the Calverton pre-wedding dinner, a flash of them shopping together and laughing at the tourists, their heads together at the coffee shop. “Oh, shit."
"My words exactly,” Call said. “She and her dyke wanted me to be their beard. They even generously offered to be a threesome package with me. I offered to let her use the pre-nup crap as an excuse to break off the engagement."
"Um, well."
"Yeah. Well."
"But...” Nita couldn't believe Call had the same fantasy she did. “That doesn't mean you can't get it up with other women. I mean, you probably subconsciously knew Suzanne wasn't interested in men. So, you weren't really interested in her either."
"Nita, this started months before I took Suzanne to bed. All my dreams center around you. And these caves, particularly this one."
"What was I wearing?"
Call flashed the rogue grin that had Nita literally melting into her panties. “Just your necklace and a smile, babe. You were sitting on that boulder stark naked. I was eating your pussy. Shall I demonstrate?"
Nita squirmed. Maybe if she let Call...
No, she needed to know all of the dream. “What clothes had I taken off?"
"Babe, put me in a room with a naked you, and I'm not going to remember clothes."
Call walked across the cavern room and shucked off his shirt. Nita had a flash of her taking his shirt out of his pants, loosing his belt and unbuttoning his fly.
He stood in front of her, his brown eyes blazing. Then a shadow crossed his face. For a moment, he didn't look like Call but like someone else.
Then his face came back to his own. Call frowned. “In the dream, I did something else first."
He turned and went back to the pallet to strip off the blankets he'd so carefully laid. He dropped the blankets on the floor then kissed her as she stood in front of the boulder.
Her mouth automatically opened under his. His tongue probed and wrapped itself around hers. She put her arms around hi
s neck and pulled him closer. Her tongue and teeth tasted him, ate his tongue the way she wanted to eat his dick. His mouth devoured hers the way she knew he wanted to devour the cream between her legs. She broke the kiss only long enough for him to strip her shirt and bra.
Her nipples pebbled in the cold, but Call crushed her to him with one arm. His other hand wedged between their bodies to cup and knead her breast. She had no idea she had places in her mouth that could flash fire through her body, but his tongue found them.
Call's flat nipples beaded with the cold and scraped her skin like hard pebbles. His hand left her breast and slid down her belly and inside her jeans.
Nita's body turned to pure heated liquid as he unbuttoned her fly and pushed down her jeans and panties.
"Crap,” Call muttered and stopped pulling on her clothes.
"Don't stop,” Nita begged.
"Forgot to take off the damn shoes. Sit back against the boulder."
She started to lift herself to sit on the rock when damn Call said, “Wait a minute."
He picked up one of the blankets and shook it out. He laid it on the boulder and helped her to sit.
"Your throne, my lady.” He knelt at her feet on the second blanket.
Nita didn't let her nakedness keep her from her dignity. She could be a princess. She placed one boot-clad foot on Call's knee for him to untie. So it wasn't Cinderella's glass slipper. And her boots didn't slip off as easily as Cinderella's shoe. But Call wasted no time in getting them untied and off her feet, followed by her jeans and panties. She tucked her feet onto the boulder and wrapped her arms around her knees.
Shyness overtook her. She'd had men give her oral before. She'd learned how to deep throat a man, although she'd never been able to swallow their cum. But this seemed different. New.
Gently, he tugged her arms until she released her grip and let him pulled her knees apart. His brown eyes gleamed in the light from their combined flashlights.
He kissed her mouth, again giving her his full tongue, stroking and rubbing the inside of her mouth until her muscles grew weak and her knees fell further apart. His tongue left her mouth and began to lick down her body. He suckled each breast until she squirmed, trying to get him to touch her clit.
