by Becca Taylor
“God, Caleb, what are you doing to me?” She whispers, breaking the kiss. “I want you all the time. I need you all the time. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I feel the same way, baby. Your sexy body has me harder than I’ve even been.” I grab her hand putting it on my hard as granite dick. She squeezes me, causing me to throw my head back and groan. “That is from you. You do that to me. You walk in the room and instantly I get hard. Fuck, Kat. I always need to be in you, to feel you on me. Like right now, I want to take you. Right here, on my bike.”
“Then take me, Caleb. I’m all yours.”
“That’s right, Kat, you’re mine.” My hands move up her thighs, push her skirt up to her waist, and grab her panties to pull them down and off. I close my eyes inhaling her scent, before putting them in my pocket. “You smell so sweet.”
I unbutton my jeans, pulling them down as far as I can while sitting on my bike. “Put your feet on my thighs. I want to see you spread out for me. I need to see your pretty pussy, and how much it wants me.” She does what I ask, moving her fingers down, rubbing them over her pretty lips. “Fuck, baby. Touch yourself. Rub yourself like that.” She moves her fingers slowly up and down her wetness, grinding her hips. I stroke myself watching as she pleasures herself. “That’s it, baby. I want to see you make yourself come on my bike, and then I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy, and make you come again.” She starts rubbing faster at my words. Then she screams as her body explodes. Fuckin’ beautiful. I grab her fingers, sucking them clean, not missing a drop. I grab another condom from my back pocket, pulling it over my cock. “You ready for me baby?”
“Yes, Caleb. Don’t make me wait anymore. Please.”
I wrap my one hand around her back, pulling her down onto my cock. We both groan from the sensation. “Shit, Kat. You are always ready for me. This pussy was made for me.”
I pump in and out of her slowly so she feels every inch of me. “More Caleb, faster please.” I stand up on my legs with her legs against my thighs. I grab the handlebars of the bike while she grips around my shoulder blades. I begin to pound into her, rolling my hips to get deeper. Holy hell, she feels so good. I can feel her pussy start to tighten more when I reach that spot inside. I roll my hips faster because I need to get deeper in her. “Yes. I’m almost there, Caleb. Please, harder.” I give my girl what she wants.
I feel the pull in the back of my spine, and my balls start to tighten. I won’t last much longer. “Now Kat! Come now. I want to feel you explode on me.” I feel her spasms begin, and I let go. I scream out, while she cries my name at the same time. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had. I only stop moving in her when I feel her body go limp around me. “Fuck, baby. You have no idea what you do to me. Perfection, that’s what you are.” I lean in and kiss the fuck out of her mouth.
I tie off the condom, putting it in my pocket then tuck myself back into my pants. I grab her panties out of my pocket, returning them to her body. She fixes her skirt. I slap her ass playfully. “You’re staying the night with me. You good with that baby? I want you in my bed all night.”
“Yes, I’m good with that.”
I kiss her forehead. I return her to her spot behind me and hand her the helmet, pulling her as close to me as I can while I drive to my place. This is the first night a woman will spend the night in my bed. And I can’t wait to get her there.
The ride is quick. I pull into the driveway, and into the garage. Kat places her hands on my shoulder as she climbs off my bike. She runs her hands down my chest, “Nice place.”
“It’s ok. Bent is staying here while he fixes his place up. His shit is everywhere right now.”
“Oh, so he’ll be here tonight.” She sounded disappointed that he could possibly show up.
“Nope, he said he needed to clean the apartment for your girl to check out tomorrow. He figured if he stayed there, he could get an early start.” Plus, I already told him Kat was going to stay with me.
“I’m meeting Aly in the afternoon to check it out with her.”
“What time do you have to go? I’ll take you there.” I usually help Bentley out when we are off together.
“She said around eleven.”
“Good, that gives us plenty of time.”
Taking her hand in mine, I lead her up the stairs from the garage to the door leading to the kitchen. In exchange for rent, Bentley has been helping me fix up my house. We just finished the kitchen, installing white washed wood cabinets that we custom built, granite countertops and tile floors that look like wood grain. She runs her hands over the counters. “It’s beautiful. I wish I had a kitchen this big.”
“Let me show you around,” I show her the living area, the guest room that is currently Bentley’s, the office, and lastly my bedroom.
She looks around. “This bedroom makes mine look like a closet. It’s a beautiful house, Caleb.”
“We are still working on the master bath. I need to paint, get a mirror of some kind. The finish work takes the longest.” I show her what we have finished. Glass shower built for two, his and her sinks, and best for last, the Jacuzzi tub.
“Nice bath. I wouldn’t mind soaking in there. My place only has a shower. I miss relaxing in a tub.”
“Anytime you want, feel free to use it baby.” With my front to her back, I kiss her neck. “In fact, why don’t you enjoy it now while I make us something to eat. I’m starved after playing tonight.” Even though it’s late I need food after jumping around the stage. And from all the other activity.
“Really?” She says wide-eyed. Fucking cute as hell.
“Yeah, really. I can grill some burgers. Maybe some vegetables too. Relax.” I begin filling the tub for her.
“I have nothing to change into.” Walking over to my dresser, I grab her a Butter My Bread t-shirt and some boxers to wear. “You can wear these.” I kiss her lips lightly, leaving her to relax.
Once I start the grill, I grab what I need from the fridge. I put everything on the grill to cook. Finding a bottle of wine for dinner, I pour two glasses, bringing one to Kat. Seeing her in my tub stops me dead in my tracks. She is lying back, with the water just beneath her pink nipples, eyes closed. I put the wine on the edge of the tub. I can’t resist touching her, I put my arm in the water to touch her body. I grab the sponge, soaping it up then begin to wash her body. She moans, arching her back as I wash each full breast. Next, I wash her feet then make my way up her leg stopping at the top of her thigh, repeating the same on the other leg. “Caleb.” Dropping the sponge, I run my fingers between her wet lips. She opens her eyes at my touch. Never breaking eye contact with her, I begin to stroke around her now hard clit. Moving lower, I push one finger into her tight pussy. The feeling of her tightening around my finger causes me to bite my lip. I add a second finger, working them in and out rubbing her inner walls. Her breathing increases with each thrust. With my thumb, I rub her clit in time with my fingers. When I feel the beginning of her orgasm, I work her faster. “Come for me, Kat.” She tightens around my fingers, gripping the side of the tub, head back, eyes closed, moaning. Watching her come undone is something I will never forget.
She relaxes against the back of the tub as I grab a towel for her. “Dinner’s ready. Well, it might be slightly crispy by now.”
She opens one eye, “You think I can stand right now? Give me a minute, I’ll be right there.” I kiss her forehead before I leave to finish the food.
A few minutes later, Kat walks out in my clothes. What is it about a woman wearing a man’s t-shirt and boxers? That shit should not be sexy, but right now, my dick is twitching at the site before me. “Smells good in here.”
“I figured we would eat outside tonight. It’s cool enough.” We make our way over to the lanai. We make small talk as we eat our well done burgers, just getting to know each other. The more we talk, the more I like her. She is funny, fucking hilarious, doesn’t take shit from anyone, and she’s downright sexy.
After we eat, I bring our di
shes inside. “I’ll wash. You dry,” she says to me.
“You know, there is something called a dishwasher.” I point to the dishwasher. She sticks her tongue out at me.
“Fine. Then I will rinse, you can load.”
Once everything is done, I walk her back to my bedroom. “Relax for a while. I’m going to hit the shower.” I hand her the remote and jump in the shower. As fast as I can, I wash, quickly towel off, put on my sweats and head back into the bedroom. Kat is out cold. The TV is on with the sound low, so I turn it off. Her hair is fanned out on my pillow. She looks gorgeous. I position myself behind her, pulling her close to me. She fits snuggly against me. I wrap my arm around her giving her a peck on her shoulder, “Night, baby girl.”
“Night Caleb.” Within minutes I fall asleep, the best night’s sleep I ever had.
Katerina
THE CLOCK NEXT TO me reads eight o’clock when I wake up next to Caleb. As quietly as I can, I make my way to the bathroom. First thing I need to do is borrow a toothbrush. After putting my hair in a quick ponytail, I wash my face, and I’m good to go. Caleb is still sleeping when I come back in the bedroom. I tiptoe to the kitchen to see what I can make for breakfast. I grab the leftover vegetables from last night, eggs, bacon, and cheese for omelets, something quick and easy. Just as I finish up, Caleb strolls into the kitchen stretching his arms above his head. Lord have mercy. His sweat pants are hanging low on his hips, chest bare. I never understood how men can look so yummy in sweats. It’s truly unfair. Caleb comes over, “Morning, what’s cooking?”
“I hope you like omelets. Is it ok I took over your kitchen? I made coffee too.”
“Make yourself at home any time you want.” He grabs two coffee cups. “How do you like your coffee?”
“Cream or milk. No sugar.” I put his food on the breakfast bar. He brings the coffee out on the lanai, then comes back for the plates. The perfect place for breakfast.
“I usually don’t sleep this late. I guess after we eat, we should get ready to head out to Bent’s place. You talk to Aly yet?”
“I’ll text her and let her know the plan. Um, can we go to her place first though?”
“Sure, why?”
“There is a slight clothing issue. I have some stuff at Aly’s place.”
“My shirt not good enough for you?” He laughs at me.
“I just don’t think it will go with my skirt from last night. Just for the record I’m keeping it. It’s quite comfortable.” Plus, it smells like Caleb. “And the boxers too.”
“Help yourself to anything in my dresser. You look damn cute in my clothes. Let’s eat, then we can get ready so we can go.”
After breakfast and a quick shower, we head to Aly’s house. I was relieved that Mike is out. Aly gives me a pair of jeans, t-shirt, and converse to wear. “All ready to go?” I ask her.
“So ready.” She follows behind Caleb and me. He took his truck today since he had to bring some tools to Bentley.
We pull up to a beach cottage-style house, light blue with white trim. It’s really cute. The house is on stilts. However, the bottom has been walled in and has double garage doors. We climb the steps to the first level. The porch wraps around the front and one side of the house. There is even a porch swing that looks custom built.
Caleb whistles for Bentley since there is a lot of banging going on inside. The noise stops and Bentley walks out. He’s shirtless, sweating, tool belt low on his hips. I look over to Aly and she is licking her lips. I mouth to her Oh My God. Caleb smacks my ass, “Quit checking out Bentley.”
Bentley kisses my cheek, “It’s all good, brother. The ladies can’t help it. Come on in.” He grabs his t-shirt, putting it on. If I’m not mistaken, Aly looks slightly disappointed.
The place is amazing. Everything is brand new. It’s open and bright. Two bedrooms and two baths, which is perfect for the nights I will spend here. Aly looks around the house. “This place is perfect, but what are you charging?”
“What do you pay at your current place?” Bentley asks.
“Seven hundred plus utilities.” Aly answers back.
“How about we say eight fifty? Utilities included. I’m still working on the apartment upstairs, for myself. There will be times that I would need to run extension cords from here. It might be noisy for a while too. Think that’s doable?”
“You’re crazy. You know that, right? You can get a lot more than that on this place, maybe even double, since it’s on the beach.” Aly says.
“That covers my mortgage. So, I’m good with that. This place was a real dump when I bought it.”
Aly holds out her hand, “I guess it’s a yes then! How soon can I move in?”
Bentley grabs her hand and shakes, “Today, tomorrow, whenever. I just need to clean up a little, hang a few more cabinet doors and it will be ready.”
That was easy. Aly and I sit on the swing, enjoying the ocean breeze while the boys finish inside. Before we leave, she makes plans to start moving some of her stuff in during the week. If I can swing it, I will take a few days off and help her.
Caleb is staying to help Bentley fix some things in his part of the house, so I head back with Aly. I had left my car at her place anyways. He kisses me goodbye, saying he will text me later.
“Aly, that place is sweet. You better get my room ready because I will be visiting you often.”
“I know, right? I still feel like I’m ripping him off.”
“I think it’s a pretty fair deal. He knows he can’t rent it out while working on the upstairs. No tenant is going to want to live below the noise. Make him dinner every once in a while. Help him out with simple stuff, like painting, sweeping, cleaning. You know, all the shit men hate to do.”
“I guess.”
After a full weekend, I’m ready to head home and crawl into bed. I hop into bed wearing my new Caleb scented t-shirt, throw on a chick flick, and relax for the rest of the night. My phone pings with a new message from Caleb.
Caleb—My bed still smells like you. Wish you were here.
Me—Confession, I’m wearing your shirt. It smells like you here too.
Caleb—You wearing my boxers too?
Me—Maybe, maybe not.
I was.
Caleb—Fuck woman, can’t you come back?
Me—Sorry babe, gotta work in the morning.
Caleb—Fuck work.
Me—Good night Caleb.
Caleb—Fine, but we are going out next weekend.
Me—OK night xx.
Caleb—Till then, baby.
With a big smile on my face, I climb under the covers, and fall asleep feeling content.
Katerina
MY PHONE ALARM greets me, much too early for my liking. Blindly, I reach to shut off the annoying sound that has disturbed my dream. The kind that you try to go back to sleep to finish, but it never works. Yeah, it was one of those. Once my eyes focus, I see I have a good morning message from Caleb, which puts a goofy grin on my face. After texting a quick good morning back, I drag my sleepy ass to the shower to get ready for work.
I have a full week of classes scheduled, one of which will be at my old store today. It’s been about two months since I have seen my old co-workers, so I’m feeling excited. Once I am dressed, I get my largest travel mug of coffee and head out to start the day.
After a morning filled with hugs and verbal reminders of how much I am missed, my class starts. The first day is always the longest class: company policies and procedures. I made up some jingles for them to learn all the acronyms, trying to keep it fun for everyone. I like to throw candy at people if they answer correctly to my questions, or at those who seem to be nodding off. At noon, we take our mandatory lunch break. Feeling caffeine deprived, I walk to get another coffee across the street.
As I exit the back room, I walk smack into someone. “Sorry, I didn’t see you.” Once I actually look up, it’s my douche ex. In all the time we dated, he never came to my job.
“Hey Kat’s Meow
. What are you doing here?” My day had started out so well, now this.
“I’m here teaching, not that it’s any of your business. I gotta go.” My pace quickens, wanting to get away. Just as I walk out the front door, he grabs my arm. I continue walking, and tug my arm out of his grip. “NO, Travis! I told you I am done. Why won’t you get it through your head?”
“You can’t be serious. We are not done, Katerina. Why won’t you just talk to me?”
“Because talking isn’t going to change anything. Please, Travis, I’m working. This is not the time or place for this.”
“Then meet me later for a drink.”
“No!” Looking at him straight in the eyes, “We are over. I’ve moved on, Travis.”
He shoves his hand in his pocket, then towards me, trying to hand me something. “If you won’t talk to me, will you just read this?”
Reluctantly, I take what I can see is a letter. “Fine, but please you need to leave me alone. I feel like you are following me. And it’s making me uncomfortable.”
“Just read it. I think after you do, you’ll change your mind. I can’t let go yet, Katerina. But I’ll let you get back to work.” He leaves me standing here, as he walks towards his car. I shove the letter in my purse, not sure if I will read it or not. I also begin to wonder why he had this letter on him. Did he know I was working here today? I walk back inside, waiting for everyone to return. To top it off, I never got my coffee. Now I have to try to get through the rest of the day, annoyed and uncaffinated.
After I get home, I grab a glass of wine, and sit on my favorite chair staring at the letter. Unsure of why I’m afraid to read it, but I give into temptation.