by Jamie Knight
Later that afternoon, I dipped my toes in the shower water and let myself into the glass cubicle. Warm water turned hot with the slightest of lever touches. I liked it. It reminded me of the hour that had just passed, however, hot and cold, and it made something bitter rise in me.
Caleb’s hands across my breasts was the best thing that had happened in that year, and I didn’t even dare think of how he made me cum in less than a minute. But that one orgasm just wasn’t enough. My greedy body wanted more, wanted him inside me.
I wanted to know what it was like, and I wanted him the one to show me.
My fingers drifted between my legs, but I stopped myself. I needed to just get this shower over with, so even though desire burned through me like lava, I chose to ignore it once more, owing to the fact that Caleb had completely ignored my feelings after making me a woman, sort of. I did not understand how he could just switch it off, with ‘it’ being that desperate yearning.
“Maybe dinner will help,” I muttered to myself.
I was in a pair of sweats and a tee, feeling less sexy with each step down the stairs. My encounter with that side of Caleb had left me with a strangeness inside me.
But when I got downstairs, there were dimmed lights. There was a lit stove. There was Caleb, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“I asked most of the staff to head on home if they wanted to,” he said by way of greeting me.
“Jill too?” I asked, my mouth dry.
“Yes. Especially her,” he replied. “Wine?”
“Yes, please.”
We had gotten to talking a lot about the workers and the kind of wine he liked. Caleb had mentioned that he pressed his own grapes, but preferred to keep the wine for himself. As I sipped the savory red down my throat, I caught him smacking his lips. He wiped his thick hands off with the towel by his waist, and proceeded to ass the cut up leeks to the sizzling butter. Dripping sauce leaked from my thighs, and I clenched to hide it.
“Would you like to help me fix the pasta?” he asked.
“Yes,” I offered, and hopped off the stool.
He walked me to the sink and helped me wash my hands. He was tense. We shared a silence. He showed me the strainer and asked me to help him sort out the thick wavy stripes from the straight ones.
“I once plastered macaroni on a board for school,” he said. “That day I got so pissed at how they did not stick that I just ate them and presented a plain white piece of wood.”
It was difficult to hold my laughter in. He joined me, and his laughter was infectious, setting me off more. We paused for a moment, stealing the string-thin tension and using it as an excuse to inch closer.
His breath was on my cheek, and his lips buried themselves inside mine. I let the spatula go and held onto his neck, pulled myself closer and lunged deeper into his warm salty and sweet mouth. His tongue woke me up and his hands, squeezing the life out of my breasts once more sizzled my hunger for pleasure. Hands on my waist he lifted me up and sat me on the counter. I parted my legs and hooked him by the ass, pulling him in.
“Caleb,” I moaned.
He felt like lightning. Every move, every shudder of muscle, every breath and slip of the lip over my own was a jolt that shot straight between my legs. I pushed against him and he pushed back. The clothes between us were a hindrance, one we wanted to shed immediately. I chose to go down with the jeans first, sliding down to the floor and kneeling before him. He grabbed onto my head with both hands as I stripped away his black boxers and licked his hardening rod.
It tasted coconut-y with a hint of musk, his musk. I pushed the tip down my tongue and grazed its soft wet flesh. He moaned and tightened his grip around my temples in response.
I was doing it right.
I smacked it between my cheeks and slurped it out, making it wet. My knees got comfortable pushing against his socks, and I sucked deeper. The flesh hardened and throbbed with each slurp, and the hole at his tip dripped a salty tang. I pushed it all in, further in that my throat and chocked. I could not breathe for a moment. His thumbs blocked my ears, and the sounds that I could feel were the mesh of my tongue, my saliva, his raging cock and the happy pre-cum oozing from it. I wanted to pay him back what he did for me in the field.
Soft balls slapped against my chin, and I raised my hands and fondled them. They were plushy and vulnerable, and I made my palm a haven for them. They grazed. They hardened. I could feel his body tighten. He was about to cum.
But to my surprise, he pulled me off and pulled me up to meet his lips. His were cool, soft and tantalizing.
He bent me over the counter and yanked my sweats off. “Such a naughty little assistant I have,” he muttered, “You’re just all kinds of trouble, aren’t you?”
I bit my lip. “Yes, sir,” I replied, my voice low and husky.
He let out a growl. “Didn’t I tell you not to call me that yet?” he asked.
“S-sorry,” I stammered.
“Maybe my naughty little assistant needs to be punished,” me murmured, running his palm over the curve of my bare ass.
I trembled in anticipation as he rolled a condom down the length of his shaft. I couldn’t believe I was really about to do this, with my boss of all people.
Three things happened in quick succession that made my body explode.
He spread my legs apart.
He landed a sharp, open-palm swat on my bare ass that stung and made me yelp.
He slid right into me.
I groaned painfully to the sudden intrusion. The pain scared me. It was new. I felt the tears sting the corners of my eyes at the in and out thrusts that got less painful and sweeter with each pound. His hands… his cock… Oh God, his cock. The technique was not to go deep, but to stab at the entrance of my hole and strike my G-Spot exactly as a dildo would. My body and soul were in his hands.
And when we came, it was in unison.
He stopped pounding after his cock stopped jutting seed inside of my womb. I felt him pull out. I heard him gasp. “You’re bleeding.”
His hands pulled me closer into his body. “It’s fine,” I assured him..
“Was this…did I just take your virginity?” He asked softly.
Shyly, I nodded.
“You should have told me,” he said, shocked.
“I did not know how you would take it.”
“That’s why… the field… you were just.” He sighed. “I can make it up to you.”
I looked up at him. Our eyes met.
“Make it up to me?” I laughed, “What are you making up for? That was amazing.”
“But it wasn’t…” he sighed, “Your first time should be better than that. Gentler. More special.”
My lower lip trembled. “That’s sweet, but-“
Caleb took me by the left arm and lifted me from the hips. Like a bride and groom through the wedding night threshold, he carried me towards his bedroom. Gently he lay me in his shower cubicle and got inside. The water cascaded against my body, between our lips as he washed me off. His hands were gentler, his mood softer.
I fell into my boss and he fell back. After tenderly soaping the blood from my thighs and the sweat from my skin, he carried me to bed.
The cool silk sheets covered our naked bodies as he took me again.
This time was slower, sweeter, gentler. He didn’t fuck me, he made love to me, bringing me to the crest of purest pleasure again and again. I gave my body to him and he worshiped it, sucking my nipples and finding other little spots to make me moan. Just behind my earlobe, right along my collarbone, the curve of my hip.
And when we came again, it was in that same perfect sync. The pleasure was unbelievably sweet, making me realize just what I’ve been missing all these years. Absently, I wondered if I’d ever be able to stop.
Could I ever possibly get enough?
Chapter 10 - Caleb
Her supple ass was in my face, her pussy on my tongue. Her wet mouth worked down over my cock. We were in the second night of our q
uarantine together and were competing to see who’d cum first. And I absolutely refused to be the loser.
But to be fair, I wasn’t far behind her, and while she was still quaking in climax, I poured my load down her throat and she swallowed it down eagerly.
She collapsed beside me and I absent-mindedly stroked her hair.
“What’s your favorite meal?” I asked her randomly.
“Steak,” she answered without hesitation.
“Oh,” I clapped a hand over my chest, “A woman after my own heart. Want a steak? We’ve got the best down here.”
“Not at two in the morning,” she replied, laughing. “I could do with some juice or something, though.”
I dashed downstairs and retrieved a couple of glasses, some ice, and the bottle of OJ, pouring each of us a glass.
When I step into the room, Harlee opens one eye and looks down, seeing that I’m still nude and still had. She groaned.
“I cannot have more sex, Caleb.”
I laughed. “Oh, really? Not ready to lose another round?”
She chuckled and downed a gulp of juice from the glass I handed her. “No. But I want to cuddle.”
I pressed a button on the stereo played in the background as I held her in my arms. Her blonde hair fell delicately across my face and I kissed her sweaty forehead. We reeked of sex. I loved it. I loved how different Harlee is. She didn’t bother about my money. She laughed at my jokes. She came off as real, knowing that this is a simple transaction; sex, no heart.
But I still knew nothing about her. Her home, her family, her life outside of my office. “So, Harlee, where are you from, anyway?”
She snored, faintly.
“Harlee?”
Her breathing was slow now, her face slack and peaceful and her body limp in my arms. She was out cold, and I smiled to myself, a little smug about having worn her out so deeply.
I supposed I’d ask her more about her life tomorrow.
Her phone buzzed. It sat on the nightstand within my reach. Strange for it to be going off at this hour.
You better pick up my phone calls, bitch, or else.
Whoa, what kind of dick had the nerve to text a lady like this? Or send texts like this at 2 AM at all? Clearly this… Robert character had some issues. I placed the phone back on the counter and tried to fall back to sleep.
An hour later I was in the corridor, robe strapped around my shoulders and her phone as well as mine in hand. I dialed Octo, my speed dial private investigator, and he picked up on the second ring.
“No rest for the wicked, ey old friend?”
“I’m on stakeout, John. Is this urgent?” he replied roughly.
I could tell he was sucking on the peppermints he’s always popping in his mouth.
An ex-smoker, he popped those candies like crazy.
I got serious. “Treat it as such, please. I need you to run a trace for me.”
Chapter 11 - Harlee
I saw Jillian in the distance leading two horses down the dewy pasture. She waved at me and I waved back before heading back into the bedroom through the balcony doors and shutting myself in. I had a lot on my mind from the recent few days.
This man… this. All of this. How? It had been a week of nothing but raw sex and blessed naps. He acted like he had no feelings for me, but I saw right through the act. I felt how he kissed me. I felt his muscles tense up when I touched him, the ache, the desire that never ceased.
I saw his gray eyes watch me as I slept. Caleb was falling for me. But then why? Why did he have that faraway look in his eyes?
Ever since we had that competition days ago, and I let him win, he had been distant. Is it the way I ignored his prompts and questions about my past? Could it be that he hates how I never answer him directly and change the subject? I wondered if he really wanted the truth. I wondered if he could handle it.
I had received a text from my stepbrother. There was no way I could figure out how the bastard found me out, but he did, and he had. That worried me a lot. He could ruin everything.
I couldn’t just run from my past forever.
“It is time,” I sighed to myself aloud. “I have to tell him.”
Swiping a brush through my hair and checking my perfume’s strength, I left the room with a quick glance at the sky outside. Dark clouds were gathering. A storm was on its way.
“Caleb?” I called out.
An echo answered me.
I went around his study room and checked the ballrooms. He was nowhere to be found. I ran up the stairs and pushed the panel that revealed his hidden loft. He was not there either. I huffed in frustration and was about to turn and head out of the room when a yellow envelope caught my eye.
I tried to ignore the nosy urge to investigate until I realized. It had my name on it. I picked it up in shaking hands. Maybe he was just looking over my employee file.
But why would he have brought that with us?
I tore open the envelope and started to read. And as I read, my confusion turned to horrified anger. I raced downstairs and bumped into him at the loft’s entrance.
“Whoa, Harlee, what’s-“
‘You researched me!” I angrily spit and hit him on the chest.
He acted confused and I shoved the folder and all it’s contents at him, not caring when papers scattered over the floor. “Don’t play with me. I know you hired a PI to investigate me. Is this what you do with all your women? Is that some kind of ‘employee policy’ I didn’t know about? Is it?!”
He grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me to the wall. His face mashed into mine and we kissed heatedly. I struggled against his grip, but he held me fast. His hands pulled my arms up, pinning both my arms together. His kiss was fiery, filled with unnatural heat. I could hardly breathe. My nipples awakened.
Caleb pulled me up onto him and took me up to his loft. On the hardwood floor he ripped my dress apart and pulled his belt apart. I was pissed, and confused, and wanted to shove him away, but I couldn’t resist him. He tied my arms with the belt. I felt my legs part, his waist followed through, and after the brief tear of foil and a moment’s wait, his cock penetrated me with haste.
I cried out to him and bemoaned the maddening pleasure rocking through my core. I hated the weakness, hated that I gave into him so easily. He kissed and sucked my neck, biting deep, so deep in fact, that I knew there would be a mark. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of his cock squelching, my pussy burning, the rain pounding and his mouth heaving inside my ear.
“Fuck, Caleb, I’m going to fucking cum,” I rasped.
“So fucking do it,” he growled, “Cum for me.”
I arched my back high up and met his thrust. He drove deep, deep into me, and I screamed. Heat flooded my body and I screamed his name. My lungs, bothered and empty of air, sucked back in the much needed oxygen filled with his macho and charisma. I opened my eyes to see him, and I remembered all over again.
I slapped him away and got up, wriggling so I could remove the restraint on my wrist. I pulled the belt loop with my teeth and let it fall to the ground. It clattered. I grabbed my shirt off of the floor and put it on.
“Harlee, what are you doing?” he asked.
The shirt was long enough to cover my thighs, and I ran. I ran down the steps and down the stairs. I ran past the ballrooms and the game room and the kitchen and the front door. I ran to escape the spasms of joy and hate that filled me up so fast that I feared for my sanity.
Everything about that orgasm was so wrong, so wrong. I ran in the rain and let the water wash my tears away. He did not trust me. He knew about my family. He knew about my past. And so I let the green grass and the brown mud dirty my squeaky-clean persona. I let the filth cover me as it should have in the first place.
A cold hard hand grabbed my arm and I stopped. Gray eyes. Wet hair. Him.
“Damn it, Harlee, where the hell are you going?”
“Anywhere but here,” I snapped in retort.
The look on his face wa
s bruised, broken.“Please don’t.”
“Give me one good reason why.”
“I love you, Harlee,” he blurted out.
My heart soared, but I tried to ignore my racing pulse to maintain my righteous indignation.
“Then why did you have me researched and tailed?”
”I wanted to know you,” he says mournfully, “And you wouldn’t tell me. I had to know if you were safe with me.’
“And am I, safe with you?” I shouted over the din of the heavy thunder spitting above us.
He pulled me in. “You are. Fuck Robert. Fuck your past. I want to know you now. I want you, Harlee.”
The warmth of his mouth was the center of my whole universe right now, and I moved closer to it.
“And I love you Caleb. Against my better judgement.”
He laughed as he took me into his arms and let us fall to the ground. I straddled him and felt his warm thick shaft protrude. He smirked.
“Here?” I asked.
“Anywhere. Everywhere, Harlee.”
He tugged a condom from his pocket and after the brief pause to roll it on, he slid home. I grabbed onto his shoulders and clasped his skin with my nails. I kissed him. I ran my tongue down his cheek on him and tasted his salty sweat diluted by the rain.
The smell of the wet soil was a comfort, homey in my nostrils, and I pounded into his thighs with no thoughts, no regret, no pain, and all pleasure and love. I looked up at the sky, and a crack of lightning drew across it. My body exploded at the sound of thunder, and I screamed in blissful pleasure as he erupted beneath me.
Epilogue - Harlee
One Year Later
That text message had been from a phone smuggled into prison. I still don’t know how Robert had found me or gotten my number, but at least I could rest easy knowing that he was locked behind bars.
The pandemic chaos still hasn’t fully let up, but honestly, Caleb and I don’t care. We never went back, after deciding that the ranch felt like home to us both. So Caleb had packed up the company and moved it here to New York.
I sit in his lap watching the rainbow of clouds float by. The setting sun shines against the sky, but nor nearly as bright as the rings shining against my left hand.
