A Many Splintered Thing / Day 5: "He’ll be too refined for sex like that. I’ll have to remember you taking me like an animal just to get off..."

It's Sunday. I cleaned, I did my T25 Stretch, had coffee and my shake and refuse to get dressed...but I couldn't help the writing part. I'm being lazy but sometimes you have to just get the stuff in your head out of your head. Like it or not ;)
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A Many Splintered Thing Day 5
She had her lips wrapped around his cock, his hands played through her hair. He knew he was dreaming. Caleb was perfectly aware of it because he could hear the parking lot sounds outside his meager room at the A-1. But he didn’t care, he didn’t mind. He let himself fall back into the imagined sensation of her mouth on his erection.
“Mmm…”
He was in that twilight state of awareness where his mind and body where trapped in the dream but his ears and awareness were more expansive. So he heard his own happy, I’m-getting-head sound. Even if it was dream head.
Jasmine dragged her mouth down his length, glanced up at him—flashing those bright green eyes. Then she very deliberately scraped her pretty, white, and quite expensive teeth along the fragile sensitive flesh. He shuddered both in his dream and in his bed.
She played her tongue along the tip of him, swooping up to suck the cap of his cock and then she moved her mouth. Jasmine grinned. “You asked me about one day. What I thought I’d be doing ‘one day’. One day I will marry a man who can take me away from all this.”
Something inside him caved. He’d never imagined marriage. He’d never really imagined what others described as love. But he wasn’t shallow or broken enough to miss the fact that this man she talked about was not him. Oh, they were just playing the what-if game but she had gone in a direction he hadn’t anticipated.
Funny, somehow he’d imagined that he’ be utterly fine with her moving along some day. Finding someone more her speed. In his bed, Caleb knew this memory was pre-decree from daddy. It was from before her father had basically arranged a marriage and informed his daughter that she could either marry the man he’d chosen or be destitute and more horrifying—normal—with Caleb.
The memory was one of his least favorite so he tried to open his eyes and wake up, but his body had other plans.
“This magical man will take you away from all this? This demanding, awful life you have?” He tried to make it sound like he was joking but her eyes narrowed. Because he wasn’t.
“I am daddy’s puppet, Caleb. You might not understand that as taxing and daunting, but it is. I might not be living in a refrigerator box in an alley but I’m certainly not my own person.” She flicked her tongue along the top of his still-hard cock almost as an afterthought.
He pushed his fingers into her dark hair, wanting to get along with the fucking and stop talking about the rich guy that would eventually replace him and rescue Jas from her terrible, terrible, wealthy girl life.
“Then change it. Stop being daddy’s puppet,” he said.
“Oh, it’s that easy?” she asked.
“As easy as fucking,” he said, but he didn’t know if it was true. He had a feeling it wasn’t.
The goal was to shut her up and do with her the thing that they were best at together. Sex.
She took the hands he offered and moved her long, lithe body up over his, straddling him. He loved for her to be under him but ever a control freak, Jas needed, at the very least, to start on top. He let her. Let her to sink her molten heat down over him. Caleb felt the grip and ripple of her pussy as she impaled herself on him. She dragged his hands, busted up from the most recent construction job he’d been working, up to cup her breasts. He loved her breasts. Loved that they were small and perfect and real. Jasmine could be a mind fuck but she knew who she was, what she wanted, and what not to change for anyone but herself.
She got points for that in Caleb’s book.
He tweaked her nipples until she purred and then he drove up from under her, watching her face for signs of intense pleasure that meant he could turn the tables. When she chewed her lip and rocked her hips he found he’d changed his mind. He took her hands and gripped them, letting her use him for leverage. He let her quietly rock herself to a soft but intense orgasm that stole her breath and her voice. Jasmine usually talked her way through sex, the words as erotic as the actions they shared.
Her body contracted, humid and damp, around him but he gritted his teeth and held on. He wrapped his hands in her long hair, tugged her down and kissed her. When he had her off balance, her breath still coming fast and deep from her orgasm, he turned her onto her back and then further turned her onto her hands and knees. He got a hold of her hair again and plunged into her. She was beyond turned on and his entry was as easy as breathing.
Caleb held her hair as he fucked her, listening to her breathe and then whimper and finally, as he was coming, emptying into her as a smaller, swift orgasm took her breath, she was laughing.
“What?”
“Fucking me like a beast. My future husband won’t be a beast. He’ll be too refined for sex like that. I’ll have to remember you taking me like an animal just to get off,” she said, rolling to her side.
She grinned at him and he knew she hadn’t meant to hurt him, and yet, on some level she had. But Caleb said nothing. He just rolled to his back and let her drape her long self over his body. He changed the subject and shut his eyes to calm his racing heart.
Caleb opened his eyes to gaze into a set of dark chocolate ones. Loving eyes. Adoring eyes.
Alice the dog panted in his face and appeared to grin at him. He had an erection, a painful feeling in his chest and dog breath in his face.
“I imagined waking up with a beautiful brunette in my bed at some point during this journey,” Caleb said. “But I have to confess, Alice, you weren’t quite what I had in mind. No offense.”
She didn’t seem to mind. She licked his face and thumped her tail as he studied her, scratching the soft fur at the top of her head. She had the markings of a Rottweiler but the grinning face of a Labrador. He guessed she was a half and half mix, or maybe there was one more gene pool in the mix, he wasn’t sure. What he was sure of was this, she could have chewed Martin’s face of if she’d wanted too.
“But you’re too good for that, aren’t you, Alice? Alice in chains,” he sighed, patting her. “Sorry about that. Not all humans are assholes. Are you hungry?”
At the question she bounded off the bed and turned in a circle. Then repeated the move two more times. Caleb laughed. “I’ll take that as doggy speak for yes. Hmm…” He had the food but no food bowls. He glanced around, shaking off the aching in his chest from the dream. The only thing his eyes settled on was the ice bucket.
“Improvise,” he muttered. He filled the ice bucket half way with the kibble he’d taken from the clerk and watched her wolf it down. Then she sat and stared at him, seeming to smile.
He took the bowl to the bathroom, rinsed it in the bathtub and then filled it half way with cold water. “Sorry. We’ll have to grab you some proper bowls at some point. I’m sure, until then, Martin won’t mind if we steal his ice bucket. Right?”
More tail thumping. She drank down most of the water and he took her out to a nice piece of grass in front of his room to take care of business. Then Alice sat in the bathroom doorway and kept watch while he took a shower.
Caleb packed up and checked the room once more. “Time to hit the road, girl. I’m on my way to meet a woman who I don’t think really loves me. And I’m not sure how I feel about that all the sudden. But at least now I have you to talk to” He patted his leg and she followed him out of the room. When he opened the Jeep she jumped into the passenger seat like it was second nature. Caleb got in and shut the door. Then he turned to Alice. “But at least I’ll seem less crazy talking out loud. Right?”
Alice seemed to agree. She faced forward when he started the Wagoneer as if eagerly anticipating their journey…

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