Caleb ran his hand across the concrete walls of the underground hallways of the Mariners’ stadium. He came to pick up his last check and sign his resignation papers. His aviators were hanging on the bride of his nose when he was climbing the stairs into the gloomy air of downtown Seattle. The sky was turning a darker blue, making the trees glow the same color of Macy’s eyes.
No matter what subject was up for dicussion, Caleb couldn’t keep himself from thinking of her. The way her dark hair framed her round face, the way her skin smelled of body wash and warm woman. All the things he never noticed on women before were now his favorite things about Macy.
It had been a few days since the morning on the porch, when she exposed herself and he gave her promises of good days. He liked her, hell, he loved her. Caleb Walker was falling in love with Macey Cunningham, but he would do anything to prevent that from happening because he knew the consequences of getting too close to anyone. He would take all she had give and then ask for more.
That day he had Pierce dig up every piece of information he could find on her through West Points computer files. Her family records, neighbors, pictures. He found out she was majoring in psychology with her neighbor Leighton, and even managed to dowload her schedule. Caleb found out Macy was born Mikayla Reyes and Victor Cunningham. He felt as if he was trespassing, but it was for the greater good.
He’d probably lost his mind- and he knew exactly when it happened. The day she answered her door to him while he was soaking wet. He wanted to see her smile. He needed to see her. Period.
Macy was half walking, half dragging herself out of her last class towards Leighton’s black Pontiac GTO, when she heard the familiar purr of a heavy engine. Picking up her pace and rounding the corner, she saw Caleb sitting on his motorcycle with his elbows propped on the handle bars.
Leigton was in her drivers’ seat when Macy reached her car, “Please, dear God, tell me that’s Caleb.”
Macy leaned down into her car, “Leighton Thatcher has finally noticed a man, what is this?”
“Ha-ha, funny, go see what he wants and then come and tell me.”
Macy glanced over to Caleb’s black bike, “Yeah, okay, I’ll call you, or stop by.”
Macy played with the strap of her black, leather messenger bag and started to walk towards the erotic fantasy that was waiting. While taking slow steps towards his bike, she studied him from head to toe. Boot covered feet, fitted black jeans, cream colored sweater, and the famous aviator sunglasses resting on his nose. Macy shuddered at the sight of his bulging muscles through his thermal, and it wasn’t the chilled weather.
Macy was certain her eyes had glazed over with lust, it wasn’t every day she got to experience staring at what could be the most beautiful man of all history. This wasn’t usual Macy and she knew it. The real Macy would never be weak kneed at the sight of a gorgeous man, her palms would never be sweaty, and her heart would never have been at risk. But this Macy was different. This Macy wished she could kiss every inch of Caleb and promise him the world, this Macy wished she could tell him how much she had fallen in love with him in such a short time, but this was real life and he was incapable of giving her what she needed. She couldn’t share her life with someone who resembled everything she feared of ending up with.
She would never tell him how in love with him she was, it wasn’t fair to either of them.
She lifted her chin and squared her shoulder setting her hands right next to his folded elbows, “Came to terrorize school children, Walker?”
His rich throaty laughter moved down her body like a caress, “It’s my favorite pass time.”
“What’re you doing here?” she asked, raising one arched eyebrow.
He sat up, taking his sunglasses off and tucked them in his sweater, “I came to see you.”
“Am I in trouble?” she asked, lowering her lashes.
His bottom lip quivered the slighest bit, “Only if you like being punished.”
“Then, Mr. Walker, I’ve been a very bad girl.”
Macy noticed his chest raising slowly, his fingers that rested on his thighs started to fold. This was the Macy Cunningham he needed, and lucky for Caleb, it was the only Macy she was willing to be.
All traces of levity left his face. He bent forward, taking her face in his palms. She felt the tiny risings of skin on her cheeks, which were surprisingly soft.
His lips found hers, and she didn’t care that he was kissing her in the parking lot of her college. All she cared about was the way his lips were forward, but soft. Like he was asking her permisson, but going ahead without it.
She sighed and let his tongue lick her mouth, a rythmic dance between their mouths was sending all moisture in her body, down. When he finally let her mouth go, he rested his forehead on hers, still cupping her face, catching his breath.
“Macy, I think I’d miss you even if we never met,” his words tickled her eyelashes, “Come on, let’s go for a ride.”
She took one deep breath, “Where are we going?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
After straddling the seat, Macy’s cheek was resting on Caleb’s back, with her eyes closed. Her fingers interlocked near his navel. She snuggled her cheek closer, pressing it against the soft material of his sweater. Breathing in his scent. Warm skin, body wash, and a spicy colonge. It reminded her of lazy Sundays, it reminded her of the way he walked around with his sunglasses hanging from his sweater, it reminded her of everything she would miss if he left.
The city blurred past her, and she didn’t care how fast he was driving, or how the cool air was making her nose runny, she didn’t even pay attention to where they were going. All she could focus on was the steady beat of his heart.
“Thank you,” he yelled over his shoulder.
“For what,” she yelled back.
One of his hands quickly touched her joined ones, before returing to the handles, “Making me forget.”
She couldn’t figure out what he meant by that, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment with her curiousity, so instead she flattened her hands on his abs and scooted closer.
Caleb pulled into a gas station on any empty road and parked, “Do you want anything?”
He watched Macy climb down from the bike and run her fingers through her tangled mess of hair, “No, thanks.”
Once he finished paying for gas and his cigarettes, he found Macy fitting the nozzle to the gas tank. A tiny warmth shot through his body. He walked towards her, pushing the cigarettes in his pocket.
He yawned and then laughed, “I’m surprised you know where the tank is.”
“Leighton’s dad owned a bodyshop. We worked there one summer a few years back," she lifted her big green eyes at him, "Never again.”
Her fingers went to her hair again.
He caught hers wrists, “Quit it, you’re beautiful.”
Her eyes went glassy and she reached to sweep her lips over his briefly. The nozzle clinked and she turned to put it back on the cradle. He sighed, sat on the bike and helped her climb on behind him. Instead of her hands linking on his stomach, her fingers hooked through the loops of his pants.
“Ready?” he asked, kicking the stand up.
“Always,” she said, and he felt her body lean against his.
A few hours later they were pulling up behined Macy’s white pick-up. She climbed down and headed up the stairs of her porch, not looking if he followed, coincidentally he did. She threw her bag on the floor and sat on the swing, bring her knees up to her chest, a movement she did often, he noticed
Since her home was the last in the cul-de-sac on the hill, it’s view was breath taking.
“Do you hear that,” she whispered, turning to look at him.
He leaned towards her face, “Hear what?”
He did, and heard absolutely nothing. It was if someone had paused the Earth, even his breath.
“Cool, huh,” she said, and threw her head back.
He chuckled, “You’re strange.”
Her head lolled to one side, and she focued on his face. Looking down at the hand he had rested on the bench, she reached down at twined her fingers through his. He immediately pulled his hand back, but she gripped it.
“Don’t, just let me,” she murmurred.
His eyes narrowed, but he let her do as she wished. Before long he was enjoying the warmth of her small hand even gripped her fingers back.
“Tell me about your family,” she breathed.
He didn’t turn to face her, just focused on the stars, “My parents live in a small town on the coast of Maine.”
“Yep,” he responded, “Tell me about yours.”
“My father passed away when I was a freshman, and my mother remarried quickly after that.”
He started to trace circles on her hand with his thumb, “Why so soon?”
She sighed, “My mom is from old money, not as much as she married into, but some. So when she ended up pregnant at seventeen by an enlisted Air Force recruit, she was shunned. She is happy now, though. I’m glad someone was able to give her the life she was destined for.”
Macy realized how dark it was getting, “I should probably turn on the porch light.”
“Leave it, I like the dark.”
That’s all it took to tense the mood around them, and she knew Caleb felt it. He turned to look at her, and before she knew it she was straddling Caleb’s lap, trying to swallow him whole. She tasted him, immersed in the sweet flavor of Caleb’s mouth. She ached for him, she wanted him. All of him.
His kisses were rough, his hands roaming her body. Skimming the sides of her breasts, her hips, her thighs, and all she did was arch her back to please him.
“More,” he moaned through kisses.
She began to rock against him, giving them both friction.
Macy pulled away, gasping for air, “We should probably call it a night.”
His hands fisted at her hips, “Yeah, you’re right.”
With one fluid movement, she stood and lowered her to her feet, “I won’t be trusted inside Macy, keep me out here.”
She gulped, feeling her puffy lips begin to swell, “Kiss me goodnight.”
“So demanding,” he said, backing her up against the wall next to the door.
He immediately began to ravish her mouth once more, demanding responses, that she was all too willing to give. Her hands tunneling through his hair. His lips charred a path down to her throat, then to her ear.
“I changed my mind, let me in,” he nipped her ear lobe, “let me have you.”
She pulled away, panting for breath, even as she clutched at his shirt. He straightened himself up and they both pulled themselves together. He kissed her hair, and she leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“Goodnigt, Macy,” he whispered.
“Goodnight, Caleb,” she murmurred.
She slipped inside the door, locked it, and leaned against it for a few moments, “Go home, Caleb.”
She heard his grin in his voice, “I am home.”
Caleb woke up the next morning to heavy rain drops hitting his bedroom window. Last night he had the same repetitive nightmare of Casey, he’s had for years on end. He twisted to his left side and watched the little water droplets race down the glass. One arm stretched beneath his head and one scratching is stomach, he focused on the natural beats of the heavy rain when there was a soft knock on the door. Sliding off the gray sheets, he padded down the hallway barefoot towards the door. Whoever was the door had to deal with his morning wood.
Macy stood there, in black tights and an over-sized WSU sweater. Her dainty feet covered in brown riding boots. The front side of her body was wet, and her face seemed dewy. Stray pieces of wet hair were stuck to her eyebrow and lips, framing her face.
In two seconds flat, she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands were clawing at his bare skin and he barely had time to catch her. Her lips immediately found his, tasting, coaxing, licking. Her kiss was pure sin and he’d damn the Devil himself for another taste of her lips. He felt her ever-lasting eyelashes flutter against his cheeks and inhaled the constant scent that followed her everywhere she went. His hands gripped her bottom, carrying her effortlessly back to his bedroom. He set her on the edge of the bed and she threw her arms back onto the tangeled sheets.
He slipped off her boots and went to massage her calves. Her eyes closed, his hands inched up. Caleb hooked his fingers on her black leggings and slid them down her shapely little legs while she simultaneously threw her sweater over her head.
Every reserve in his mind flew out the window. He stared down at the embodied version of every wet dream of his adolescent years. Fair skin that glowed in the morning sun, long defined legs, the smallest inflammation of the female belly, heavy-set breasts with dark nipples. A body that was gloriously proportioned, sculpted with the perfect balance of soft curves and firm definitions. A body made for him, his hands, his mouth.
He kneeled, not sure wether he was worshipping her or he was just too weak.
“I have to taste you.” It wasn’t a question, nor a demand, not even a request. Just a remark of inevitable action, almost as if it was compelled by a higher power.
The pale pink lace of her panites did nothing to barricade the sweet, sweet scent of her arousal. He hooked his index fingers onto the sides and slipped them off her body, revealing a bare, silky sex. He kissed her skin, her hips bones, her clit and was rewarded with whimpers of pleasure. His already messy hair recieved frantic tugs from her eager hands. His tongue make figure eights, vertical lines, and even thrusting motions into her body. He simply couldn’t get enough. Her sweet taste touched a primal instinct within him. The calves she had draped across his shoulder had tightened and he felt her thighs tense before rippling. The fluids of her orgasm had covered his lips and a small part of his chin.
Standing, he stepped out of his boxers and retrieved a condom from his night stand dresser. He rolled the rubber on to himself and alined with her entrance.
“You’ll be the one to stop me, Macy, I won’t be able to,” he whispered down to her.
She looked up at him with hopeful eyes, “I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you, Caleb, there’s no stopping.”
With one swift thrust, he was inching himself into her very snug canal. He heard the rumbling roar come out of his throat. How she was so wet and so tight was completely beyond him. Setting his knees on the mattress, he propped himself on his elbows, murmuring wicked thoughts into her ear.
Macy tightened her legs around Caleb’s waist. He was rocking against her with slow, paced thrusts. Her eyes were sealed shut, her wrists confined above her head by his hands, but the pleasure radiating from her core was sending waves throughout her body. It was like an itch she couldn’t scratch, but had no intentions to do that. For long moments, all that was audible was the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and harshed breathing. Then came her whimperings with his sharp intakes of breath. She hadn’t realized how hard her teeth were gritted against each other until she felt Caleb softly kiss her jaw. She felt her muscles contracting slowly and he must’ve felt it too because all too soon he whispered to her. “Open your eyes, Macy, I want to see you, I want you to see me. See what you do to me, feel me.”
She opened her eyes to match blue ones glowing with hunger. Every emotion she felt for Caleb and chose to ignore came to her at that moment with a vengance and bit her in the ass. He stood there, sweat gathering at his eyebrow, his body rocking with hers, climbing to a peak which they both for aiming for. He stared at her through a lust enduced haze, saying nothing, but it was the kind of nothing that meant everything. At that moment in time she left herself fall, but she couldn’t call it that. It wasn’t falling if you willingy jumped off a cliff, although it was terrifying, she knew it was all to inevitable.
With a final scream of his name she came to her orgasm, and Caleb quickly followed. His body collapsed on top of hers, and with her wrists freed from his hold, she went to touch him. Touch his body, ease the tension from his muscles, feeling them bunch before they relaxed. His lips showered her throat and shoulder with kisses, words of praise whispered against her skin. By accident, he slipped out from her slick sex and stood to tidy himself up. She rolled her head to one side and watched his firm bottom flex with every step towards the bathroom. Her eyes shut, and once he was back tucking her into his bed, she lazily smiled up at him.
He bent to kiss her forehead and slipped into the sheets with her. She tucked her head in the crook of his shoulder and let her hands roam across his solid body.
“I just came to tell you that Brett and Stacey’s invitations arrived,” she said into his chest, “but I liked that conversation a lot more.”
His hard muscles rumbled a bit with his hearty laughter, “You can come by and tell me anything as long as our conversations end like that.”
Macy felt his able hands play with the ends of her hair and sighed contently, letting herself drift into a peaceful slumber.
Caleb looked down at Macy’s body draped across his like a living blanket.
“I might be in love with you,” he smiled a little, “I’m just waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.”
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