A Many Splintered Thing / Day 26: "I felt more comfortable—more sexual—around girls at the time.”

 Rough day round here. Sorry I'm late. I might take tomorrow off. We shall see. Every day is different and I can never tell what it will bring until I'm in it up to my neck.

XOXO
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Caleb looked up at her. Her cheeks were flushed from running. And from something else, maybe. “Tell me,” he said, sucking her taut nipple into his mouth again before softly biting the side of her breast.
Her body went rigid beneath him and she gasped. Caleb laughed against her skin, grabbed her wrists and pinned them down before laying a line of kisses from breast to belly. He licked the soft divot of her navel.
“Tell me how you knew to do that,” he said, hooking his fingers in her waistband.
“We were young. Sixteen? I want to say. Before everything went to hell in my family. And my mom worked for her mom…” She shot a hip up, dislodging him just a bit. He grinned. “But you know that.”
“I do,” he said, popping a button. “I know that but I don’t know how you know Jasmine hates to have her nipple pinched.” He looked up at her, and she cocked an eyebrow. Challenging him without words. “Well, unless you’re fucking her.”
Dahlia let out something that sounded like a growl. “Shut up.”
“Jealous?” he asked, just to push her.
“Never,” she said.
She was lying and they both knew it.
He parted her zipper and licked the pale pink panties beneath. They were thin enough—soft enough—that he knew damn well she could feel the heat and the wetness of his tongue.“I want to know.”
“It’s a brief story.” Her breath had a little hitch in it that he liked. A lot.
“I can handle that.” He peeled the wet panties down and licked the pale flesh beneath. Then he watched the magic trick of her smooth soft skin prickling up into goose bumps.
He ground his cock against the sofa but that forced his upper body to sway between her legs. He could see she felt the friction and her teeth came down on her plump lower lip. He hoped she told the fucking story soon. They were on lunch break—officially, now, he thought—and all he could think of doing was revisiting this morning and sliding inside her again. Being there, entwined with her, and moving deep inside her.
And kissing her. He couldn’t stand not doing that anymore either. Caleb moved up her body, sliding his tongue up her skin as he went. “Tell me.”
He delivered a kiss to her collarbone just as Dahlia began to speak.
“We were young and bored and to me she was like a whole new life form. Rich kid who got what she wanted. Daddy adored her and not in an inappropriate horrible way.”
That made him pause but the tone of her voice said that she’d pinch him if he chose this moment for sympathy so he parted the neckline of that top he was so obsessed with and kissed her shoulder.
“So we started making out,” she said.
When he ground his cock against her this time, they both groaned. “Tell me,” he said. Then he pinched her nipples tightly between his fingers until she shuddered beneath him and inhaled deeply. Apparently, Dahlia didn’t hate it. His cock ached to get the story over with and the sex in motion. But he focused.
“There’s really nothing to tell. I felt more comfortable—more sexual—around girls at the time.” Her voice was a little breathy thing and he reached down to push his fingers inside her panties.
“Makes sense,” he said softly.
“So we made out under this weeping willow and we sort of fucked around and believe it or not, she made me come.”
He paused. “Jas?”
“Jas. Yep. Did something for someone else for once.”
He smiled.
“But when we were messing around I pinched her and she didn’t like it. Not until later…” her voice trailed off.
“Later?” He sat back on his haunches to slide her jeans down over her hips. She wiggle to help him and his heart damn near stopped watching her move that way.
“When I figured out how to pinch them while I went down on her.”
Caleb looked at her, fairly certain that his heart had stopped. “Oh,” he said. Even to his own ears he sounded slow and stupid. Caveman much, Caleb?
She tugged his shirt hard and he buckled over her, kissing her again. “And that’s all I’m saying about that. Okay? It was a million years ago and…well, let’s just say, it gave me ammo for today. Okay?”“Okay.”
“Condoms are in the side table,” she said, pressing her lush mouth against her ear.
He moved to look into her eyes. “Are you kidding me? Is this the magical condom house?”
She snorted and wiggled beneath him to prompt him into action. Caleb climbed over her partially to open the drawer of the side table.
“I had an extra box from the bunch Jasmine commanded me to distribute. I didn’t know what to do with them so I shoved them in there. It was kind of a joke, actually.”
He popped the button fly on his jeans, yanking so the row of copper discs surrendered to him, and then pushed them down along with his boxer briefs. Caleb ripped into a foil packet with his teeth and waggled his eyebrows at her lasciviously. “A joke that paid off my dear. Now we’re on the clock. Working folk that we are. So how about you slide out of those Bobby Brooks while I put this on.”
She cocked her head at him. The question was in her eyes.
“Bobby Brooks?” he said. “John Cougar Mellencamp? The eighties?”
She shook her head.
He shook his, mimicking her and then grabbed her hips in his hand and went in for a kiss. “I can see your education will have to extend beyond my amazing bedroom prowess.”
She took his face in her hands and Caleb realized the touch was so comfortable, so familiar, it was if she’d been touching him for years instead of just a day. “Caleb?”
“Yeah?”
She gently slid a hand down his neck, over his shoulder and then seized his nipple to deliver a pinch. He hissed between his teeth. “Can you shut up and fuck me?” She smiled pleasantly.
“I think I can do that,” he said. 

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