I maneuvered myself away from the wet spot, which meant sort of draping myself along Caleb. “You’re a fucking beast,” I said, and I splayed a hand low on his stomach and kissed along the tattoo on his chest to make sure it was clear how much I liked it.
He didn’t seem to mind me being all over him, just smiled and glanced over at the other side of the bed.
“It’s wet,” I said, and pouted, an expression calculated to get me another kiss. I wasn’t disappointed. Caleb moved me on top of him and pulled my face down to his, kissing me until I felt my dick start to twitch, excited at the possibility of another go. But it was also so comfortable, splayed out on Caleb’s warm muscles, my face fitting perfectly against his shoulder. I reached out a hand to swat the light off, and Caleb pulled the blanket over us.
I wasn’t usually such a cuddler. Hell, I’d never really had much of a chance. I was just so used to anonymous fucks, or one-night stands who were blitzed out of their minds, or on-again-off-again flings who had no interest in anything but the main event.
Caleb curved one arm around my torso, encouraging me to full-on use him as a pillow. He slid his other hand up my thigh, to the crease of my ass, then he fondled my balls like he had full rights over my body. And it was like the second he acted like he did, I wanted him to have them. I opened my legs for him, and let him play with me, squeezing my balls and ass, stroking my dick with light, teasing fingers, then circling my tip until I was moaning. He slid two fingers into my ass and I cried out, shocked at the bolt of sensitized pleasure that shot through me.
I couldn’t really see him in the dark, just the vague shape of sharply cut nose and cheekbones, the bulk of broad shoulders and thick arms, and the angle of his knee, where he’d braced one foot on the bed to keep me from sliding off his body as he worked me. I was all twisted up on top of him, could feel the flex of his stomach beneath me as he moved. I let out a soft mewling sound, and grabbed onto his arm to stay steady.
“You’re really fucking beautiful,” he murmured. He kept at me, moving his fingers inside me, pressing the spot between my balls and my hole that made me tense up, squeezing my dick just hard enough to make me want but not hard enough to make me come. And I just lay there, racked with pleasure, letting him do what he wanted with me, play me as he pleased.
I relaxed into it with a moan, letting my tensed thighs fall open and closing my eyes in the dark. Caleb muttered, “Yeah,” soft against my hair, and I let go. I think he slid another finger inside me, but I’d stopped cataloging his touches, just giving myself over to them. Suddenly, with the brush of a finger and the twist of a hand, I was coming again, spilling from what felt like a reserve of lust deep inside me that had never been tapped. I made a keening sound, my body shaking with the force of my pleasure but unable to catch at anything, since I was lying on top of Caleb. When his hands had wrung every last shiver of orgasm from me, and I was fuzzy and floating, he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed, grounding me against him.
I tried to say something, to offer to return the favor, or to thank him for one of the most erotic experiences of my life, but I couldn’t even find his name on my tongue. He stroked my hair, sweaty strands catching on his rough fingers, and tucked my head under his chin.
I shuddered to sleep in one long breath, so deeply sated that it felt like the world dissolved.
When I woke up the next morning, he was gone.
Chapter 4
Caleb
I planted carrots, corn, cucumbers, and peppers. Decided to go for broccoli, too, though I was a little late in planting it. With global warming wreaking havoc on everything, who even knew if winter would come. I resolved that tomorrow I would plant pumpkins. It was the right time to plant them if I wanted them by Halloween.
Last spring, I’d been in no position to plant or plan anything. I’d been two months out of rehab, and I would just sit on the porch of my grandfather’s old house, wrapped in a blanket, and stare at the barren earth that had once been a working farm. I tried to read, but was too distracted, too shaky. I tried to play, but fumbled all the notes. I tried to watch movies on my computer, but nothing held my attention. The only thing I could do was listen to music, and watch the land thaw.