by Nicki Rowe
“Damn,” he said. “I can't wait until they open their shop. I'm seriously itching for a tat.”
I shook my head at him with a chuckle and kissed his jaw.
Edward
It's been four days since I have last seen Caleb naked. So far our make out sessions have not gone further than heavy petting and mutual masturbation. I needed more. He was more comfortable with me seeing his back; I even gave his scars extra loving when we were together, but I was starting to get blue balls, and my hand just wasn't cutting it anymore.
I had just finished counting the drawer at Raven's Moon when I heard the bell over the door tinkle. I knew it couldn't have been Annie or Viola, they were both in Seattle for some farmer's market. Annie told me to do a half day, and they would resume normal hours the next day. I usually didn't come in on a Sunday, but I promised Annie I would help her out.
“I'm sorry, we're closed!” I called from the office.
I could still hear the person shuffling around in the main room. Huffing, I pushed back from the desk and stomped out to the front of the store. I found a casually dressed Caleb leaning against the counter with my poncho dangling from his fingers. A sexy smirk painted his face. I let my eyes roam over him from the slicked hair, to the teal hemp shirt he had stolen from my closet, to his gray pants, and right down to his black shoes. God, he was gorgeous. His brown eyes were sparkling with mischief.
“Care to go on an adventure?”
“Where to?” I asked, taking my poncho from his hand. I gave him a quick kiss before darting out of reach. If I let him pull me closer then we would never leave the store.
“It's a surprise.”
I tilted my head to the side, knowing it would drive him crazy. “What kind of surprise?”
“That damned head tilt,” he growled, his voice taking on the sexy, commanding tone that I loved. The contradiction between shy man and sexy dominance always caused me to feel like I had whiplash, and I loved it.
He held his hand out to me and waited for me to take it. “Come, baby.”
I took his hand and let him lead me out of the store.
~ ~ ~
“I have to admit this isn't what I expected,” I told him, turning in the small cabin.
We had driven thirty minutes on the highway and another twenty through the forest until we reached a small cabin on the other side of the lake. We were far from the Elk Lodge neighborhood where Dustin Locke and his husband lived. The cabin was beautifully decorated in handmade wooden furniture and warm colors. There was a wood burning stove in the corner and a large bed with a multicolored quilt.
“Whose cabin is this?”
“Greta's,” Caleb replied, throwing logs into the stove. “She's lending it us for the day.”
I stalked to him and threw my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were hesitant, but I wasn't having that. I forced the tip of my tongue inside his mouth, and nipped his lip. His hands went to my ass, squeezing the muscle. I moaned into his mouth.
“What do you think Greta would say if we fooled around in the bed?” I joked.
He chuckled, the tone low and husky. “She gave me lube and condoms so I think she would be okay with it.”
Caleb pulled back and sat on the bed, when I went to him he held up a hand, and gave me a look so full of heat I could feel it down in my toes. I was practically vibrating with the need to feel his skin under my fingertips. I needed to feel his mouth on me. I needed him inside of me.
“Strip,” he demanded.
I stripped slowly, smirking to myself as his pupils blew wide with lust at the reveal of my chest. I was leaner than him with pink nipples and my parents names tattooed on my ribs. There were other smaller tattoos on my chest and stomach, but every tattoo I had on my chest and ribs had something to do with my parents. There were their names (Victor and Robin), and then a deck of cards and a magic wand for my father. A small monkey in the lotus pose for my mom who was a yogi and loved monkeys.
“Pants.”
I undid the drawsting to the soft pants I was wearing, and slid them down my legs. More tattoos covered my thighs and calves. I kicked them to the side and stood in front of Caleb in nothing but my underwear.
Caleb laid back against the bed, adjusting the pillows so he could still see me with his head propped against them. He stroked his hand over the outside of his jeans.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“Y-you.” The word caught in my throat, and came out so quiet I wasn't even sure if I said it.
Caleb rolled to sit up. He patted his lap. “Come here.”
I went to him, and was surprised when Caleb bent me over his lap instead of settling me on it. His hand slid under the hem of my underwear and palmed my ass. He slid the elastic so it was just below my cheeks.
“I didn't hear you.”
I let out a girlish squeak when his hand came down on one cheek, and heat flared on the skin. Then he smacked the other cheek. He kneaded the muscles again. I arched up to him, following his palm as he started to retreat.
“My God, you're beautiful,” he said, taking my head in his hands, and bending me upward for a sloppy, hard kiss. “Now tell me what you want.”
“You,” I replied with more force.
“Show me,” he said. “Show me what you want from me.”
I stood, and tried to undo his belt, but he stilled me again. He turned me so I was the one on the bed, and he was the one standing. His gaze was so hot I felt like it was burning my soul. I could feel the heat of it in my heart, my head, and my cock.
“Touch yourself. Show me how you want me to touch you.”
I didn't hesitate. I traveled my hand down the smooth planes of my stomach, and pinched my nipple, rolling the small nub between my fingers. My eyes didn't leave his as I watched him watching me. His breath hitched, and I could actually see his hard on growing in his jeans.
I slid my hand lower until my fingers curled around my cock, I slid my thumb around the slit, collecting the pre-cum that was already leaking from the tip. I offered it to him as if it were a present.
“Please?”
“Please what?”
“Please, Sir, I want you to taste me.”
He stalked forward, and his lips encircled my thumb, the tip of his tongue licked up the pad. His eyes rolled back and he moaned.
“You taste so sweet.”
Caleb stepped back and took his position a few feet from the bed. I wanted to touch him, but I knew that wouldn't be allowed until he wanted me to. His hand flipped the button on his jeans and he shimmied them down so they were to his knees. His cock sprang free: hard, red and leaking. He wrapped his hand around his own shaft as I had done my own.
He jacked himself in time as I jacked myself. Our eyes never left each other, until I tipped my head back and yelled his name to the ceiling. I heard him groan my name, but it sounded more like growled noises than Edward.
“Prepare yourself for me, Edward. I want to see you finger yourself.”
I obliged. I crawled to my knees, presenting my ass to him like it was a treasure. There was a shick of the lube cap. I looked back at him to see him still jacking himself with the other hand. I reached behind me with my fingers and was surprised as he prepared my fingers, slicking them with lube. He palmed my left ass cheek with his free hand, and spread it. I knew what he would see: a tiny pink wrinkly hole surrounded by a small smattering of hair.
“Perfect,” he growled out through clenched teeth.
I inserted two fingers at a time. I had always loved the pleasure/pain of my hole stretching. I groaned, and rocked back on my fingers at the burn. I pumped them in and out of me.
“Yes, baby, like that,” he said from behind me. His thumb joined my fingers, popping passed the tight ring of muscle and he pumped in and out of me in time to my rhythm. “Fuck. You are so sexy.”
“Please,” I begged him. I needed more of him. I needed to feel him consuming me. “Please.”
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His other hand was now on my other ass cheek, kneading and probbing. A smack landed making me moan and writhe. My limbs already felt like jelly. I could feel that familiar tingle at the base of my spine.
No! I yelled at myself. I wouldn't cum unless he was inside of me.
Both his thumbs were in me as I continued to work myself with my fingers. I was panting, and still begging. I felt him kneel behind me, and I almost cheered out loud. This was it. I would finally feel my man inside of me.
He removed both of his thumbs and then my fingers, and I felt empty. I almost cried out, but then three of his fingers were in me and I rode them hard and quick, matching his fast jerks with the rocking of my hips.
“Are you ready, baby?” he asked, his voice low and sexy and commanding. “Are you ready for me to fill you up? Are you ready to be mine?”
“Yes. Please. I need—” My words caught in my throat as his fingers curled and he brushed against my prostate.
“What do you need, Edward?”
“You. Inside. Now.”
“Was that a demand?” Caleb began to pull back, torturing me for my slip up.
“No, Sir,” I replied, following his fingers as they retreated. “I'm begging.”
I heard the rip of foil and then the head of his sheathed cock was teasing my hole. He gripped my hips so tight I knew they were going to leave a bruise.
“I'm going to fuck you hard and quick. I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming my name,” he said.
“Is there any other way?”
He chuckled. His thrust filled me to the hilt in one go, slamming into me with so much force it drove my hips down into the mattress. I cried out his name. My fingers tangled into the quilt. I swear I saw stars for a moment.
He pulled out so only the tip was in me, and then pulled me back up to my hands and knees. He drove into me again, pushing my hips back into the mattress. He repeated that move four times before he pulled me up on to my hands and knees again, entering me and exiting in short quick thrusts. There were no sounds in the room except my begging for more and the sound of skin slapping skin.
His hand went from gripping my hip in a vise to gripping my hair. I let out a gutteral moan as he pulled my head back and he bent forward to meet me in a hard passionate kiss.
“Fuck,” he said over and over again as he drilled into me.
He pulled me back against him so I straddled his legs while he was still in me. I rode him in long hard thrusts. Pushing myself off of him until just the tip remained and then slamming back down on him again and again. His arm went around my middle, and I dug my nails into his forearm as he bit down on my neck, branding me as his.
“Fuck, baby.”
“Gonna come.”
I felt that tingle at the base of my spine, but I was missing something. As if sensing what I need Caleb's hand wound around my cock and pumped me in time to our frantic, hard thrusts. More stars winked behind my vision.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I breathed out. He pistoned into me as his hand squeezed my cock. His free hand was around around my middle, clawing my chest possessively. “You. You.”
“Fucking right.”
I slammed down on him once, twice, three times before I felt him shudder behind me. He screamed my name on release, and it wasn't long until I found my own.
“Caleb!”
I screamed his name, and covered my stomach and his hand in come. He let go of my cock and brought his messy fingers to my mouth.
“Lick it.”
I licked my lips, and looked at him to the mess and back at him. I had never tasted my own mess before. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked each one of them clean, and then he speared his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my flavor on his tongue, and I moaned.
“You refused my request,” he said as he pulled back from me. “That requires punishment.”
“What type of punishment?”
He withdrew from me and I immediately felt empty. He told me to lay flat on my stomach. I moved in languid shaky movements. Every part of me felt like jelly. Then he bent over me and bit up and down my shoulder blades and spine. I arched into him at the sting, and then melted against the mattress when he soothed it with his tongue.
“Everyone is going to know you are mine,” he said, biting the other side of my neck. He flipped me over and started his minstrations on my front. “Every time you look down or you try to sit you will remember what happened today.” His words were driving me crazy. My cock began to stir with life, but it still laid lazily on my thigh. I was spent after the hard, wild fucking that Caleb had just given me. “When someone sees these red marks they will know that Edward Knight belongs to Caleb Samuels. Do you understand?”
I nodded. My hands worked through his hair as he swirled his tongue in my belly button just before biting to the left of it.
“Say the words.”
“I am yours.”
And I was his. Every part of me belonged to him, because I was in fucking love with this man.
Chapter Seven
Caleb
Edward was sleeping, and I looked down at the several red bite marks that covered his neck, back and ass. He snuffled in his sleep, and rolled over towards me. He buried his face in the crook of my arm and curled his fist around my bicep.
Had I been too rough with him? I could see the bruises forming on his hips, and I knew I had grabbed his hair a little rougher than I had meant to. I had hid my dominance with my last boyfriend. We had tried handcuffs only once, and he told me never again. Was that how Edward felt? Was he just indulging me? Did he even want to be dominated while in the bedroom?
“I can practically hear you thinking,” Edward mumbled. He propped his head up on his hand. “What are you thinking about?”
I thought about lying and telling him that I wasn't thinking about anything at all, but I had promised myself when I had first asked Edward out that I would always be honest with him.
“You,” I said, scrubbing a hand down my face and then gesturing to his marked up back. “Was I too rough with you?”
“No.” Edward sat up, winced as the sheet brushed against his ass, and then positioned himself until he was comfortable. “I loved every second of it. I love that you are commanding in the bedroom, but a sweet mannered, quiet guy in the streets,” he replied with a wag of his eyebrows that made me chuckle. “If I hadn't liked anything you did I would have told you to stop.”
“You don't want to have a.....vanilla relationship?”
Edward snorted through his nose. “Fuck vanilla. I was always more of a chocolate man, myself.”
This time I snorted.
He adjusted so he could straddle me. I settled my hands on his hips, trying not to touch the bruises my fingertips had already left. He ran a hand over his side, looking down at the bruises with an almost happy and awed expression. “I like these.”
“Why?”
“Because when I look at them they remind me of what happened here today. They remind me that I am yours and you are mine.”
“I am?”
Edward nuzzled his face into my neck, and I inhaled the smell of him. Sweat and sex from our love making session, and something earthy like the soil after it rains. He smelled so good it had my cock stirring all over again.
“You are. I love you, Caleb.”
I froze. He loved me? My father was always telling me that no one would ever love me, and here this man was telling me that he loved me, and I didn't know what I have done to deserve someone like Edward Knight.
“I love you too.”
He just smiled at me, and pulled me in for another kiss. “The sun is setting. We have to go pick up Cody.”
I nodded, unable to say anything. I am still amazed that Edward told me he loved me.
Edward
I had been two weeks since I told Caleb I loved him. We lived in sort of a relationship bliss. He spent most nights at the apartment with me an
d Cody, and we talked on the phone on the nights when he wasn't around. He was finishing up in the school on Friday afternoon. School had ended hours ago, but Caleb had got caught up grading papers. Cody was spending the night with a friend, so Caleb and I would have the apartment to ourselves. We were constantly trying to find ways to spend time alone together, and it was difficult with our busy schedules, but our friends offered to watch Cody if we ever needed them to, and Greta had been meeting up with her bingo buddies every Thursday just so we could have the house to ourselves. Caleb came around the corner of the school and waved at me. I couldn't help but smile as I watched my man walk towards me with his own smile plastered on his face.
“Hello, baby,” I said as Caleb slid into the passanger seat. His lips found mine in a sweet, quick kiss. “Are you ready?”
“Where are we going?”
I just smirked at him as I pulled out of the spot and drove my hunk-o-chunk the ten minutes to my apartment building. When we pulled up Caleb hopped out and waited at the foot of the stairs that led to my door with his hand wrapped around the strap of his overnight bag. When I joined him I curled my fingers around his and tugged him up the stairs.
We had only made it as far as the living room before my lips were on Caleb's in a hungry kiss. I pulled him to me by the front of his sweater, fisting my fingers in the soft fabric. He moaned into my mouth and wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling lightly. I hissed at the sting, but I needed more. I loved the pleasure and pain. I loved when he took charge of my body.
“So good,” he whispered gruffily against my lips. “So perfect.”
My cock twitched at the tone of his voice, anticipating his commands.
His hands dipped between our bodies and cupped my bulge. He rubbed against me, the back of his hand rubbing against him. My breaths came out in shallow pants, and I touched him everywhere—I couldn't stop touching him even if I tried. My fingers traveled down his chest and to his sides, pulling our hips closer together, intensifying the friction.