Caleb rolls his shoulders, making the tape ‘eyes’ look like they’re winking back and forth. “Yeah, well, you keep that up, and I’m going to be sending you to get a new roll of tape.”
I laugh, sticking an ‘eyebrow’ on and stepping back. “A few bucks. I’m not worried.”
“Hold the tape right here?” he asks, and I move under his arm, applying another piece while Caleb scrapes some putty into a spot. “That’s the last one, I think. We do make a good team. It’s been fun having you around more often than not. I usually work alone, only sometimes having day helpers for two-man jobs. I’ll say, you’re definitely the hottest helper I’ve ever had.”
I wrap my arms around his waist, biting my lip and grinning. “Yeah, well, I hope I’m the only helper you’ve been driving your hammer into.”
“For sure . . . Tony didn’t swing that way,” Caleb jokes, and I laugh. He pulls me closer, and we’re about to kiss when he pulls back, a sheepish look on his face. “I probably should’ve told you this sooner, but you’ve got little flakes of dry joint compound all in your hair from leaning underneath me.”
“Ew,” I reply. “What’s it look like?”
“Like you’ve got toothpaste in your hair,” Caleb says, trying to pick some out. He gives up after a few seconds, shaking his head. “Too much. Sorry, I got you all dirty.”
I reach down, cupping Caleb’s cock and purring in a sultry tone. “It’s all right. I like a nice hot shower at the end of the day. Your place or mine?”
Chapter 21
Caleb
I drive as fast as I safely can to Cassie’s apartment, ready to get cleaned up so we can get dirty all over again. Since the run in the woods and then the intense sex after the pancakes, I’ve been walking around in a constant state of arousal. Our little wooded adventure was such a powerful encounter, and then to be going at it again so quickly, I feel like I’ve overdosed on Cassie but I can’t help but want more. I’m addicted, and I think she is too. The whole time we were on the table, I could see it in her eyes that she wanted me completely, that there was nothing we couldn’t do in her mind. If it weren’t for the repair job, we would have spent the whole weekend renovating and fucking, I’m sure of it. She was so hot and naughty, and the power of commanding her was heady, but an accident with a pressure cooker meant I had to spend sixteen hours repairing the damage and a Sunday night doing my best to rest my aching body.
It’s been hard not jerking off, remembering how she came all over my hand while struggling to stay quiet. The only thing that saved me was the comfort of knowing that we’d have time like this soon, and that tonight, I’m going to give her more than she’s ever felt from me before.
She’s such a good naughty girl. Even as she’s closing the front door behind me, I’m already stripping in the foyer, partially because I don’t want to get her place dirty from my work clothes and partially because I need us both naked . . . now. My cock is already raging hard, and Cassie’s eyes go wide when she sees. “How can you even think with all the blood down there?”
“Right now, I’m only thinking of taking you to the shower and making you come all over my cock,” I growl, smacking her ass. “Hurry up before I decide the clothes don’t matter.” She quickly follows my suggestion, dropping her clothes next to mine, and I scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise, and I give her ass a little smack. “Let’s get in, because I think I see some very dirty spots on you. I’ll have to take care to get you extra clean.”
Carrying Cassie through her apartment and to the bathroom, I set her down carefully, hopping in the shower behind her. I let her adjust the water to the temperature she likes before I turn her to face me, letting the shower run rivers through her hair as I smooth it, slicking it back from her forehead. I add shampoo, using my fingertips to massage circles on her scalp as she moans her approval. After a rinse, I repeat the massage with the conditioner. The whole time, my cock stands as a stiff prod between us, brushing occasionally against her stomach and sending a buzz through my body.
“Feels like you like washing me,” Cassie moans teasingly, wiggling her hips back and forth and making my cock rub against her more. “After Saturday, too, I can for sure get used to this. You’re so good with your hands.”
“You should’ve realized by now that I’m more than just a handyman,” I murmur. “Now turn around so I can wash your body.”
She bites her lip and nods, whether in agreement or because she likes the idea of being washed, I don’t know. She pushes her ass against the stiff root of my cock, making me gasp. Skipping the pouf, I pour a generous amount of body wash into my hands and start to lather them up. The smell of peaches with a little spice fills the shower, and I inhale deeply, enjoying the concentrated version of the scent that always covers Cassie’s skin. I’ve come to associate it with her, a little bit sweet and a little bit fiery. Rubbing the suds all over her body, I pay special attention to her breasts, loving the way her nipples poke out of the suds and her sigh as I sweep my hands across and down her back, grabbing a handful of her ass on each cheek.
“Mmm, God, that feels so good,” Cassie moans, pressing her hips back against my cock harder.
“Here, let me help rinse you off,” I rasp as I move and direct her under the warm stream, rubbing the bubbles down and off her slick body. My cock is literally shaking with my heartbeat at this point, and I need a moment or else I’m going to come way too fucking soon.
“Now it’s your turn,” Cassie purrs, reaching down and wrapping a fist around my cock. “I’ll make sure to wash you nice and slow.”
I moan, pulling back. “I don’t think I can wait, Cass. Fuck, I need to be inside you. Now.”
“I won’t argue with that,” Cassie replies, letting go. I turn her chest to the wall, positioning her ass out as she arches her back. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, the water splattering off her back to run down the curve of her ass before dripping between her legs, her hair pulled in front of her and the graceful curve of her neck outlined. “Time to give me what I want.”
A flash of responsibility runs through me. “Shit, don’t move. Condom!” I quickly gasp, hopping out, dripping water all over the floor as I start to run out to my jeans.
“Nightstand, top drawer. Hurry, Caleb!” Cassie calls before I’m even out of the bathroom. Not one to argue, I turn around, heading for her bedroom instead, and pull the drawer open to grab a condom. My hand is halfway in when I freeze at the sight before my eyes.
There’s a few condoms, but that’s not all. Toys. A whole drawer full of toys. Holy shit, Cassie has joked around before, but I swear she’s got a miniature adult shop in here. Vibrators, dildos . . . something with two prongs, some other shit I don’t even recognize. Naughty girl? Nope, I’ve found myself a genuine freak . . . and it’s sexy as hell. My shock quickly turns to heat as I imagine her using these on herself, bringing herself to orgasm time after time. I grab one, pressing the button to turn it on, and then walk back to the shower, condom and vibrator in hand.
When I walk in, Cassie’s washing herself, pulling on her nipples lightly and moaning, her eyes closed. She startles when she hears the buzzing, looking over her shoulder with a blush covering her cheeks. “Caleb, sorry . . . I didn’t think about what else was in the drawer. Just meant for you to grab a condom.”
“Why are you apologizing? It’s hot as fuck to think of you using this on yourself,” I say, climbing back into the shower. I run it over her shoulder and down between her breasts, and she moans thickly, her eyes locked on mine as I continue. “Rolling it over your nipples, teasing your clit with it, fucking yourself with it. My dirty girl . . . holy shit, I love it.”
Cassie is still flushed, but it’s less embarrassment and more desire. I offer the vibrator to her, and she takes it with a questioning look. “But—”
“Show me. Show me how you work your clit and tight little pussy with this fake dick before I give you the real thing.”
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p; With sudden understanding, Cassie grins, backing up against the wall of the shower and lifting a leg to show me her pussy. She does as told, starting with her already diamond-hard nipples, my eyes locked onto the point where the vibe touches her skin. She moves it down her body, using her left hand to spread her pussy wide, and grazes her clit with the strong vibrations. “Mmm, Caleb . . . you don’t know how often I’ve had to come home and imagine your teasing me like this, my pussy so wet and tight, thinking of you, wanting to fuck you, to feel you throbbing inside me.”
As her erotic voice continues, I can’t stop my hands from moving to my cock, and I stroke up and down my shaft. I might not last long, but I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna enjoy this show. Moving her hand, she teases the vibe tip around and around her clit, circling repeatedly before holding it still for a moment of intensity before starting the process over. She looks at me, waiting for me to tell her what to do next. “Fuck yourself with it. I want to see you take it deep inside. Get yourself ready for me.”
“Yes sir,” Cassie groans, moving the vibrator lower, just the tip disappearing into her pulsating pussy. “Caleb, I need you all the time. I want to be your naughty little slut.”
“Do it, Cass. I can see your pussy trying to suck it in, wanting to be filled. Take it like my good girl.”
She whimpers, and I correct myself, leaning to growl in her ear, “Take it like my fucking naughty girl. Do it, and I’ll give it to you exactly how you want it.”
She waits until I’m watching her pussy and then pushes the vibe in with one thrust, throwing her head back in pleasure. She pumps it slowly, pulling roughly at her nipples and moaning my name. I try to hold back, but my hand moves on its own, wrapping around my cock and starting to pump again. A couple of strokes on my shaft and I can’t wait anymore. I jam the condom on as fast as I can, and the tight rim of the condom both makes my cock harder and pulls me back so I might last a few more seconds. I’m already on the edge watching her fuck herself.
“My turn. I’m gonna fill you up with my cock. But you put that vibe on your clit and rub yourself with it. Show me.”
“Yes sir,” Cassie whimpers, opening her eyes as I lift her up higher. It’s dangerous, but I don’t care as I pin her against the warm tile, positioning my cock and thrusting into her soaking pussy to the hilt, holding us both still for a moment to adjust. In the stillness, I can feel the buzz of the vibrator a bit through her pussy lips, and it damn near drives me insane. It’s not like anything I’ve ever done before, and my mind wonders what other things Cassie and I could explore together and how much pleasure we can give each other. I start driving into her, my arms wrapped around her lower back to lift and drop her as I need to so that I can fuck her like I want, like she wants. I watch as she moves the vibe around her clit in tiny circles, but then she dips it down lower and it touches my shaft as I pull out and push in. I shudder and she grins devilishly. “Mmm, you like it too.”
“That’s new—do that again.”
She does, circling her clit and rubbing my shaft with the vibe as we rush toward our orgasms. “We have a lot of exploring to do.”
Cassie whimpers, nodding. “Fuck, Caleb, I’m so close. Please make me come.”
“Hold it right on your clit. Get there, Cass. I can’t stop. Come with me!” I barely get it out before we both yell, falling off the edge together, lost in the buzz of sensations coming from within. It’s more intense than I imagined, and Cassie’s digging her short fingernails into my shoulders as I hold her, impaled deep inside her. Leaning forward, I kiss her tenderly, letting our tongues slip and wrap around each other slowly before pulling out. I slip the condom off and throw it in the bathroom trash. Stepping back in, I shiver. “The hot water is totally gone, but I still need to wash my hair. And maybe you need another sudsing?”
Cassie chuckles and gives me a peck on the lips. “I think we’d never get out of here if you touch me with bubbles again. Not that I’m complaining, but I’m going to sleep like the dead after our day.”
Chapter 22
Cassie
As I finish up in the bathroom, running a comb through my hair to make sure I don’t end up with a rat’s nest tomorrow, I realize that I don’t hear Caleb. Curious, I quickly finish up before looking at my towel. Oh, to hell with it. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me do . . . well, he’s seen me do almost everything, and I love it. The way he encouraged me, joining in . . . it’s like I’ve found the perfect partner, and I’m starting to wonder if there’s more to it than that.
Walking out to the living room, I see him doing up the buckle of his belt. He’s already got his shirt, and I’m confused. “You’re leaving?”
Caleb looks up, looking both slightly panicked and at the same time, guilty, like a kid who just got caught in the cookie jar and doesn’t know how to react to it. Finally, he shrugs, dropping his hands to his sides. “I figured I’d better get going since you said you were tired.”
His nonchalance seems forced, but it still makes my stomach twist, and I try to cover up my fear. I’m not Mama, I’m not Mama . . . “I thought you might stay. But yeah . . . okay.”
Caleb hears something in my voice and stops, putting his hands on his hips and tilting his head as he questions me, “You really want me to stay?”
“If you want. It’s late, and my place is closer to the house anyway.” I try to make it sound casual, like it’s not a big deal. But there’s a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. I want him to stay, but I don’t want him to stay because of me. I want him to want to stay. And now I even sound like Mama. Shit. What happened to keeping it casual? Fuck buddies, no strings, just getting off when we need it? Remember that little statement? Slow your roll, Cassie.
I sigh in my head, knowing that the little voice is just my fear talking, but I’m unable to shut it off. What is wrong with me? I know better than to get tied up with a man who’ll leave. Enjoy it while they’re here.
My heart does a little leap, though, as Caleb wordlessly pulls his shirt off and drops his jeans in answer, and follows me down the hall. When we get back to my bedroom, he pulls off his t-shirt, making my heart leap again. Pulling back the covers, we lie down, him on his back with my head on his chest. He mindlessly plays with my hair, twirling it around a finger and then letting it unfurl as his breath evens out. We’re almost asleep when it slips out. I can’t help myself.
“Tell me about her.”
Caleb stiffens, his hand immediately freezing in my hair. “What? Tell you about whom?”
I shift a little so I can look him in the eyes, concerned that I might be opening the one can of worms that could tear us apart, not just as bedmates but as friends too. “The one who gave you the Fuck You t-shirt. I forget her name, but I know you said something. What happened?”
Caleb licks his lips, blinking as his mind pulls him back, and for over a minute, he stares up at the ceiling, reliving some small private hell before he replies softly, but with a harsh edge to his voice, “I don’t really want to talk about that.”
I look in his eyes for a moment longer, and part of me says I need to push the issue, but another side of me is afraid that if I do, he’s going to get out of bed and walk out. Finally, I compromise. I cup his cheek, turning him to look at me as I sit up a bit more, and I lean over, kissing him gently on the lips.
“Okay, but you really shouldn’t hold that stuff in. Whatever she did, let it out and move on. You’re a great man. And I’m not talking as your fuck buddy or as your friend. I’m saying that as someone who cares about you. You deserve better than whatever she did. If you ever want an ear to listen, I’ll be here. I promise.”
I slide back down, turning over to tuck my pillow under my head. I can feel Caleb’s heat behind me, but he’s stiff, uncomfortable, and I start to regret even bringing it up. He is silent for so long, I think he’s given up and fallen asleep. I’m just on the verge of sleep myself when I hear him speak quietly. “Her name was Wendy.”
I don’t dare say anything b
ack, afraid if he knows I’m really listening, he’ll stop. Still, Caleb turns on his side and lays a hand on my shoulder, and I turn over, looking at him silently in the dim light that filters through the window. I can see in his eyes that he’s got a lot to get through. Still not saying a word, I shift and pull him to my chest, letting him rest his head on my breast. Caleb adjusts too, and I wonder if he’s going to say more.
“We dated several years ago. I was in college. Even then, I was interested in more hands-on stuff, but I wanted to make sure I knew my business side too. I was more reserved back then, more interested in finding the one. We met my senior year, when I was looking at getting started with a construction company her dad owned. I wasn’t really looking to get with her at first, but we hit it off well.”
I say nothing, just trying to imagine a quiet, reserved Caleb. He’s always been . . . I guess the best word is tranquil, but reserved? It’s hard to imagine.
“I thought she was the one. I really did. We’d talked about getting married, having a family, and settling down, and God, I wanted that. I thought I wanted that with her. After I got my degree, I started full-time with her dad, and we started . . . well, we decided that we didn’t need protection anymore. The day she told me she was pregnant was the happiest day of my life. I picked her up and twirled her around the room as I shouted with joy. As soon as I set her down, I dropped to one knee and asked her to marry me. I didn’t have a ring or anything, but she said yes and I thought every dream I ever had was coming true. I got us a good apartment, and I worked myself to the bone with her dad to make sure I was bringing in enough money that we’d start family life off on the right foot. Wendy said she was happy, and I don’t know, maybe she was at first.”
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