Caleb

by Nicki Rowe

  All too soon somone cleared their throat, and I looked behind me to see Jayson standing over us. He was covered in flour, and had smirk on his face.

  “Now I won't lie to ya'll, and pretend me and August haven't fooled around in this here shop, but I will not allow ya'll to do it. Take your porno elsewhere.”

  Caleb made a sound at him. “We were barely kissing.”

  “Shit,” Diego said from behind the register. “That was so hot I'm going to be thinking about it for a week.”

  Thank God there were no children. I definitely didn't want to corrupt anyone under eighteen.

  From the other side of the bakery I heard Carter growl. “The only thing you should be thinking about is me.”

  “Of course, baby,” was Diego's flippant response to Carter.

  “We'll behave,” I promised Jayson and found my way back to my seat.

  Caleb just smirked up at him. Gone was the sexy and shy teacher, and in front of me sat a sassy, confident man with swollen red lips. He looked sinful and mussed, and the duality from the normally put together look of him piqued my curiosity. I felt my head cock to the side again as I studied him.

  “That damn head tilt,” he said as Jayson left. “You gotta stop doing that.”

  “Stop being so damn fascinating.”

  Caleb blushed. “You find me fascinating?”

  I reached across the table again for his hand. “Very much so.”

  Caleb looked down into his coffee, and we were back to him acting shy. Yes, I was very interested in finding out more about Caleb Samuels. He seemed to be a walking contradiction.

  Chapter Three

  Caleb

  I woke up a week after my first date with Edward with the biggest hard on I had ever had. I had dreamed about fucking Eward so hard he screamed my name until the neighbors called the cops and he couldn't stand. I had certain proclivities, and wondered how Edward felt about being dominated in the bedroom. I was constantly thinking about tying him up and reddening his ass. Yeah, I was shy and quiet, but in the bedroom I was completely the opposite. In the bedroom I liked to be in control of my partner, and that was in contradiction to the man I presented to the world; Outside of the bedroom I was shy, and liked to be taken care of by my partner.

  I curled my fist around my cock, moaning at the contact. I beat myself off to the images of Edward bent over the counter of Raven's Moon while I pistoned into him fast and hard.

  I used to think I was fucked up for being as kinky as I was. I had thought my desire to see the love bruises and bite marks I inflicted on my partners came from a sadistic place because of what my father did to me, but I know now that wasn't true. I would never hurt Edward. I would never raise my hands to him. The things I did—the spankings, the biting, tying people up—I did that to inflict pleasure, not pain.

  My last boyfriend had not been into my kinks. He always just wanted to do the one position, slowly with no ties, no toys, no marking. And then he would roll over and go to sleep. It was less than satisfactory.

  I pumped my fist a few more times before I came, stifling my groan so I didn't wake Greta. I didn't need my honorary grandmother walking in here while my fist was around my cock covered in cum.

  I went to my private bathroom and found a towel. I cleaned myself and started the shower.

  I found Greta in the kitchen with my cup of tea when I entered. She was reading the newspaper, and sipping at her coffee. There were blueberry muffins sitting on the counter, and I picked one up before heading to the door.

  “See you later, Greta.”

  “Boy, I told you to start calling me Nana,” she responded grumpily.

  I smiled at her. “Yes, Nana.”

  ~ ~ ~

  Work was always eventful when you were a teacher. I had a child throw up all over their desk, and Molly Farris had punched Fiona Childs because she wouldn't share her lunch. Cody asked a million questions, and offered up facts for the class that some of the kids made fun of him for, but I listened intently and answered any questions that he had. I liked Cody, I wasn't supposed to say this, but he was my favorite student. By the time I was having lunch in my classroom with Logan I was completely wiped out.

  “Those kids are giving you a run for your money,” he commented, biting into his salad.

  I reminded him that he didn't look any better than I did.

  I finally got home after five. The life of a teacher didn't always end at three when school got out. I was just walking to my car in the parking lot when my phone started ringing in the pocket of my jeans. I pulled it out and saw that Edward was calling me. I smiled.

  “Hello,” I said into the line.

  “How was work?” I could hear him shuffling around.

  “Fine,” I said. I had a long day, and the sound of his voice was soothing.

  “What are you doing now?” he asked.

  “About to go home.”

  “Come meet me at The Clip and Save. I'm about to get off.”

  “Yes, sir,” I replied playfully.

  Edward chuckled, the tone was low and husky, and rolled over my skin like a caress. I got into my car and talked to Edward until I had parked in front of the Clip and Save. I could see Edward through the windows. He was talking to Mason. Edward was wearing the standard green Clip and Save shirt with his jacket slung over his arm. He was standing just inside of the doors as if he had been waiting for me. Suddenly Mason fell. I don't even know what he could have possibly tripped over. Edward laughed as he helped Mason up.

  I climbed out of my tiny car and headed inside. Edward was still laughing, and Mason was looking at him like he wanted to punch him.

  “Stop laughing!”

  This only made Edward laugh harder.

  “Edward,” I said. My voice took on a tone I only reserved for the bedroom. It was low, husky, and commanding. My Texan accent got even deeper. I didn't even realize I was using the voice until I had finished speaking. “Stop laughin' at Mason.”

  Mason's mouth dropped open like a fish out of water, but Edward held all of my attention. He gave me a hungry look, a look that made me want to drag him out of the store and pound into him until sunrise.

  “Are you ready for our date?”

  I was aware that people were watching us. Someone even cleared their throat. The atmosphere in the room was thick and palpable with sexual tension.

  “Y-yes,” Edward's breath hitched. “I'm ready.”

  “Let's go.”

  Edward swallowed hard, and I led him out of the store. Neither of us spoke until we had settled into the car, and I was pulling out of the lot.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, my voice back to normal. Maybe the voice had been too much for him. Maybe he wasn't into the idea of someone younger than him using a commanding tone. Maybe he didn't want to be dominated.

  Please, tell me I didn't fuck this up.

  “I'm fine,” he said, he cocked his head to the side.

  That damn head tilt!

  “I'm just trying to figure you out.”

  “Good luck with that. I'm twenty-six and I still haven't figured it out.”

  He chuckled.

  “Where's Cody?”

  “A friend's. It's game night. He won't be home until eight.”

  “That gives us a few hours ta get ta know each other.”

  Edward's hand slid over mine on the gear shift. “I would like that. I want to know everything about you.”

  Everything horrible that had ever happened to me flashed through my mind. Father locking me in a closet when I wouldn't clean my room. The whip ripping the flesh off of my back as he tried to 'cure' me of my homosexuality. The constant self doubt, and the nightmares. Edward didn't want to know about that. I hadn't told anyone about that. I haven't even told Jayson. I didn't even take my shirt off with my last boyfriend when we had sex because I didn't want him to see the scars. I know Edward thought I was beautiful—he had told me as much on our date—I didn't want to tarnish that idea he had of me.

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nbsp; “You went awfully quiet.”

  “There are some things that I—that I don't want you to know about me.”

  “Are you a serial killer?” He looked at me, feigning horror.

  I chuckled at him. “No.” I looked back to the road. I couldn't look at him while I told him. “There are things that have happened to me that make me ugly.”

  We pulled into the driveway of Greta's. She had gone to Seattle for bingo and wouldn't be back until way late, apparently some of her bingo buddies liked to get together afterwards for drinks.

  I exited the car with Edward behind me. He placed his hands on my waist and turned me. I looked down into his dark brown eyes. A war was going on in my brain, and since I started thinking about all the shit that has happened to me I couldn't turn it off. The nightmares were definitely coming that night.

  I flinched when he brought his hand up to my face and cupped my cheek. I tried to hide it, but it was a reflex. Anytime someone tried to touch my face in the past it was in order to punch or backhand me. I wasn't use to the gentle caresses that Edward was touching me with.

  “You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to,” Edward said, his voice barely above a whisper. “No matter what you tell me, what you show me, I will always think you are beautiful. Not just your face, but your spirit. I see your soul. I see you. You are a good man, Caleb Samuels. Your aura is bright and gentle, sure there are the murky colors of past trauma and depression, but we all have shit that we have had to deal with.”

  “You see my aura?” I asked, placing my hand over his on my cheek. “I never believed in that stuff.”

  “I know,” the corner of his mouth ticked up in a half smile. “And I don't believe in God, but we are going to make this work.”

  “You're pretty sure, aren't you?”

  Edward nodded. His face filled with determination. “I have been single for most of my adult life. I have only ever dated two guys, and one of them was Diego. I never thought I would have the time to date, but with you I want to make time. There is something about you, Caleb Samuels, that makes me believe that I can be truly happy.”

  Maybe his confession was a little much after a first date, but I felt the same way about him. There was something about him that made me believe that I can fall in love again.

  My heart swelled, and I pulled Edward to me. My hands fisted in the multicolored poncho he wore on colder nights. I smashed my lips against his in a hungry kiss. No one has ever said something like that to me. Sure, I had been in love before, but Jayson and I had been kids. This was different with Edrward. This was something more real, I wouldn't say it was love; we weren't there yet, but I could feel something between us almost like we were magnets being pulled together.

  Our kiss was all tongues and teeth. A kiss filled with pure lust. I leaned his head back against the door, wrapping my fingers lightly around his throat, and kissed down his chin to his neck. I sucked on the muscle there, marking him. He was mine. We only had one date, but I knew he was mine from the minute I saw him at open house night.

  His body arched up against me, and I ground my hips against him. I could feel his hard on through the fabric of his thin hemp pants.

  “Get inside,” I commanded.

  He shivered, and I don't know if it was out of lust or something else. God, I hoped he liked being dominated, because all I think about is him submitting to me.

  Edward

  “Get inside,” Caleb commanded.

  Damn, that voice. It was so different from his normal voice. It was low and gruff, and so fucking sexy. I shivered just from the tone of it.

  I knew things were moving way too fast, but in that moment I couldn't make myself care. I wanted Caleb; I've wanted him since I saw him sitting at the booth in The Diner.

  I know there are things he still needed to tell me about his past. Someone had hurt him, that much was evident in the way he flinched when I touched him, or the way he hid himself from the world under clothes that were monotoned and not very remarkable. I knew he would tell me when he was ready.

  I turned the knob and found the door was unlocked. I hadn't heard Caleb unlock it, but I couldn't hear anything over my quick breaths and the blood pounding in my ears. Caleb didn't let go of me as we entered the house.

  I hadn't been to Greta's before, but I didn't have much time to take in the scenery as Caleb was gently walking me toward one of the bedrooms. He stopped in the hallway and ground his bulge into my ass. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as his hand came around and cupped me through my pants.

  “You're so fucking sexy,” he growled against my throat. His teeth nipped the tender flesh where he had marked me earlier. Normally I hated hickies, but one from him I would wear with pride.

  I couldn't say anything. My brain was fogged with a lust filled haze.

  He continued walking us forward, my ass still firmly tucked against his front. Soon we were in a bedroom with a full sized bed, a dresser and a small desk. He kicked the door shut behind us. There was a picture of him, Jayson and who I assumed to be Ashley and Lance on the desk. They were all younger, but I could make him and Jayson out immediately.

  He turned me so I was facing him. The look in his eye sent another shiver down my spine. Fuck, what was this man doing to me?

  “On your knees,” he demanded. I sank to the floor. His hand went to his zipper. “You want this cock, Edward? You want to feel me in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat? You want to swallow every bit of my cum?”

  Oh, God, yes. I couldn't voice the words, so I nodded.

  “Say it,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to cum in my mouth,” my voice was high pitched, breathy. I was begging for it. “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  I knew what he wanted me to call him. I had hooked up once or twice with doms in the past, and I knew my role. I was a good submissive.

  “Please, sir.”

  His hand unzipped the zipper, and I saw the top of thick curls. He wasn't wearing underwear, and that thought alone made my mouth water. My hands shook with the need to touch him, but I wouldn't touch him until he said I could.

  “Remove my jeans.”

  I reached up with shaky hands. My need to touch him was almost uncontrollable. I slid his jeans down his thighs to his knees. His gorgeous slender cock sprang free, the dark head already leaking.

  “Wrap your lips around my cock. Suck me.”

  I reached for him and wrapped my hand around his cock. I looked up into those light brown eyes filled with need. His fingers wrapped in my hair, pulling gently. I hissed in a breath, and my cock throbbed with the need to feel him inside of me.

  I inserted his cock in one fell swoop. He hit the back of my throat, making me almost gag. I pulled back until just the head was between my lips and licked the slit. His hips hitched, and he held my head still while he slid his cock in and out of my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he said.

  His fingers pulled tighter on my hair, and it was just what I needed. I slid my hand down the front of my loose hemp pants and wrapped my hand around my own cock and pumped myself in the rhythm that he fucked my mouth.

  “Remove your hand from your cock, Edward. I didn't say you could touch yourself.”

  I obliged with a low whimper as he continued to fuck my face.

  The only warning I had before he came was the sound of my name. He came down my throat and I swallowed every drop. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a small pop. Spit and cum dribbled on my chin. I went to wipe it away, but he caught my hand.

  “No. Leave my cum on your chin.”

  “Please,” I begged. My hand was trembling to wrap around my shaft. “Please, Sir, can I cum now?”

  “I want you to mimic riding me as you jerk yourself off.”

  I wrapped a hand around my cock, and placed my free hand on the floor to push myself up and down while I slid my other hand over my cock, twisting lightly to give myself more friction.
He didn't touch me, he just watched me and I couldn't look away from his amber colored eyes.

  I felt my orgasm build at the base of my spine. “Caleb!” I screamed just before my cum spilled over my hand and dotted the front of my pants.

  “You're so fucking beautiful,” Caleb said, pulling me up for another kiss. He licked the cum and spit from my chin, and then leaned his head on my shoulder.

  We sat in silence, collecting ourselves for a few moments. I was covered in juices, but I didn't care. Caleb's head was still resting against my shoulder, and his pants were still around his knees. His breathing had slowed, and he was drawing small circles over my back.

  “I didn't scare you, did I?” he asked, pulling back from me. His voice was no longer commanding, but quiet. His eyes looked uncertain and he was blushing again. “I know it can be a bit much.....seeing me like that.” He looked away from me, and began pulling up his pants.

  “Caleb,” I stilled his movements with a hand on each of his wrists. I placed a hand under his chin to make him look at me. He looked like he wanted to run and hide, but I wouldn't let him. I didn't want him to hide away from me. “I loved it. I love that there is a whole other side to you. I love being dominated by you. No, you didn't scare me. This is exactly what I need.”

  The corners of his mouth quirked. “You mean it?”

  I crossed my heart like I did when I made Cody a promise. “I will never lie to you. If I don't like something I will tell you.”

  The smile grew, and his blush deepened. “Okay.”

  “Didn't you promise me dinner?”

  Caleb finished pulling up his pants, and he threw a pair of sweats at me. I dropped my pants, and could feel Caleb's heated gaze travel up my tattooed legs to the bulge in my underwear.

  “No more of that,” I said, pulling the sweat pants up. “I'm hungry.”

  “I'm pretty sure I am the one in charge here.”

  He stalked to me, and gently pushed me back against the bed. The sweats I just pulled on were shoved down my legs, and my already hard cock was exposed. Caleb licked his lips.