Determinism (Cara & Abel's Story) (8 page)

“You like it when I fuck you rough?”

I mumble and cry again, calling his name trying to hold onto my release. “Fuck,” I scream and let go. Abel’s moans turn to grunts as he pounds me so hard he almost lifts me off the couch. Letting go, he comes inside of me and is relentless in his release.

Finally slowing his movements, his mouth finds my body, kissing everywhere he can touch. I run my fingers through his hair, and love that he is letting it grow.

“Fuck, Cara, that was so good.”

“Mhh,” is the only thing I can get out. Abel pulls out of me and I turn to kiss him before heading into the bathroom. When I come out, he is dressed and has his bag on his shoulder.

“Where are you going?” I demand.

“Home. I’m beat, kitten, and I need to sleep.”

I shake my head and open the front door. Damn it, he used me, just like Vincent told me he would. I wave my hand in the direction of outside, so he knows I want him to leave. His mouth is in a thin, straight line as he walks up to me grabbing me by my waist.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just go. Vincent told me you would do this and I was dumb enough to let it happen.”

“Vincent told you I would do what?”

“That you would use me like you have every other woman. Please just leave, Abel. This was a mistake.”

He slams the door and drops his bag to the floor. Stepping closer, he is inches away from my face. His brow is furrowed and I can tell he is pissed.

“What we did tonight was not a mistake. Why would you even say that?”

“Abel, I’m not going to be another girl you can just use. I have needs too and if you can’t give me what I need, then I’ll find someone who can.”

“What else do you want? If you want me to fuck you again, I will.”

I shake my head as tears well up in my eyes, “Please just go.”

He grabs my face and forces me to look into his hazel eyes. I can see genuine concern within them. “I’m not leaving. Tell me what you need. I’ll do anything.”

I feel foolish for saying the words, but I want to sleep in his arms. “Stay the night with me?”

He nods his head and locks the front door. Taking my hand he leads me upstairs and to my bedroom. “Are you sure you want to stay?”

“Yes, Cara, I am.”

He takes his shirt off and I get undressed. I always sleep naked and he has seen all of me, so I’m not embarrassed. I get into bed and lift the covers for him. He seems to hesitate and then slides in. I nestle myself in the crook of his arm and enjoy having him here. I never thought in a million years we would be in this place and now that we finally are, I feel so complete.

“I’m sorry if you thought I was leaving because of you. I haven’t stayed with a woman in over a decade. Sex has always been a means to an end; we took our pleasure and parted ways. I don’t know how to do this. Honestly, my instinct to leave was out of habit, not because I’m done with you. I’m far from done with you.”

“I’m not done with you either, Abel.”

He rests his hand on the side of my hip and kisses the top of my head. Neither of us speaks again and I listen as his breathing slows. I look up at his eyes and I can tell he is asleep. I rest my chin on his chest and watch him, sleeping peacefully. I lean up and turn the lamp off on my nightstand kissing his lips one more time. I nestle down, getting comfy in his arms and quickly drift off.

I wake and next to me, Abel is lying in the same spot he fell asleep. I have since moved off of him and onto my stomach in the middle of the bed. I watch him sleep and know that he is exhausted. I couldn’t imagine working twenty hours straight every day for a week. So I let him rest and gently kiss him before getting out of bed. He needs to sleep as long as he can and since I know he likes to eat, I’m going to make him breakfast.

I slide on his discarded t-shirt so if he comes down while I’m cooking, he will be shirtless. My first order of business in the kitchen is coffee. Once I have that brewing, I grab the ingredients for breakfast. I put on the bacon and turn on my iPod. ‘Some Nights’ by fun. is playing and I think back to last night — it was quite a night. Mind-blowing could sum it up. I crack the eggs and whip them up for French toast. I pull the griddle out and turn it on, dip the bread, and lay each piece onto the hot metal. I see Abel emerge from my room at the top of the stairs. I can tell he is groggy, but he smiles at me and slowly comes down the stairs.

“Good morning, kitten,” he says. Once he reaches me, he wraps his arms around me. I turn to face him and kiss his lips. He tastes good.

“Good morning to you. Do you want coffee?”

“Please. Is this for real right now?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“I just never thought this would happen. And to think my dumb ass tried to leave last night.”

“You’re not dumb, but I’m glad you stayed,” I say and kiss him, turning back around to attend to cooking our food.

“Me too, especially because I can do this,” as he takes his hand and snakes it between my legs, dipping a finger inside me. I tilt my head back and enjoy the pleasure.

“Holy shit, that feels good.”

“Wait till I eat, and then watch what I’m going to do to you.”

“Why do we have to eat first?”

“I need energy, because I plan on fucking you all day. This may be the only meal we get in.”

“I can cook while you fuck me.”

He pulls his finger out of me. “No, you can’t. Cara, you like it rough, therefore cooking and sex is not a good mix.”

“I’ve never had sex any other way. That’s all I know.”

“Me too, that’s why we work so well together. But I want to savor each time I’m inside you. So maybe we should try to take things slow after we eat.”

“You can do anything you want to me.”

“Anything?” he asks and bites my neck.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Hurry up with our food then, because I can’t wait much longer.”

I hand Abel two coffee cups, while I pile our plates with food and set them on the breakfast bar.

“How do you like your coffee?” he asks.

“A little cream and sugar, please.”

Once we both sit to eat, I look over at him and his stomach is ridiculous, the muscles are so toned and he has some tattoos on them. I wonder what caused him to get all of his artwork done.

He looks at me with a mouthful of food. “What?”

“Nothing,” I say and take a bite of my delicious French toast.

“Don’t look at me like that. I told you I need to eat.”

“Well, maybe you should put some clothes on.”

He turns to me. “I’m sorry, but you stole my shirt.”

I glare at him. He isn’t going to flip this back on me. “With or without a shirt, I can’t keep myself from staring.”

“Really? Why have you been fighting this then?”

“I don’t know. I guess ‘cause I’ve never had a good relationship. I’ve been hurt and cheated on so many times that I lost count. And to be honest, I pre-judged you.”

“Well, I’m glad we’ve moved past that. All I can give you is me, and I hope that’s enough.”

“I don’t need anything more; just don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

I look at him as lust fills me. He is so fucking sexy. “I guess I should give this back to you,” I say pulling his t-shirt over my head.

Before I can do anything else he lifts me off of my bar stool and I wrap my legs around his waist. Looking in his eyes I can tell there is nothing in that moment that would stop him. Not that I want him too.

“Jesus, your fucking body is perfect,” he says, squeezing my ass.

I tilt my head back as his fingers dig into my skin. He leans into my neck, kissing and sucking on the exposed skin. I wrap my arms tightly around him. I love the way he kisses, and how he makes noises as he does so. Reaching down, I push his shorts off causing them to fall to the floor.

My breathing is ragged, as is his. I can feel his dick resting against me, and before I can move to try and get him inside of me, he sets me on the kitchen counter. Looking down at him, he moves and rests my legs on his shoulders. Then slowly, oh so slowly, he moves his mouth to my sex, kissing all around and finally securing his warm lips around my throbbing clit. The feeling sends my body into mania.
Fuck, he’s good with his mouth.

He moves his tongue back and forth and then dips it inside of me. I reach for his head, gripping his hair and pulling him closer to me. The feeling pushes me close to coming and I pull away. He looks at me, confused. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I shake my head a little embarrassed.

“Tell me,” he whispers.

“I don’t want to come yet.”

He pulls me closer to him and creases his eyebrows. “I’m going to make you come more than once, Cara. Let go and enjoy the sensation; I told you I’m going to fuck you all day.”

I’ve never been with a man and orgasmed more than once. But I can tell he’s serious, and I can’t wait to fuck him all day. I kiss him tasting myself on his mouth. He holds his arm firmly around my body and moves from kissing my mouth to my jaw, down my neck, to my collarbone, finally landing on a nipple. He grabs it with his lips and sucks, pulling up. The feeling causes me to moan and lean into his touch.

His erection is hot and moist as it presses against me, and I want him inside of me. I reach between us and grab him. Abel stops torturing my breasts and looks at me. I tug him and guide him towards my pussy. He shakes his head and says, “Not yet.”

I let go of him and throw my head back, looking to the ceiling. Damn it, I need to calm the ache between my legs. It’s like he can read my thoughts, moving his sweet lips back to my clit. The instant he touches me, my body convulses, spiraling into oblivion. Everything inside of me is on fire. I try to pull away from the intensity, but he grips my body pulling me hard against him.

Once he finally releases the pressure, I feel like I can breathe again. Looking down at him, he looks up at me and says, “Fuck, you’re delicious.”

“I bet you taste just as good.” I slide off of the counter and kiss his neck, continuing my trail of kisses down his chest until I reach his pierced nipples. I lick all around them, enjoying playing with the metal. Taking my hand, I fiercely clutch his cock, making him moan in appreciation.

Dropping to my knees I indulge in my new favorite pastime and push away any worry or angst I have about being with Abel. I know it comes with the possibility of heartache, but he promised he wouldn’t hurt me, and I’m already in too deep — I have to believe him. Cupping his tight balls in my right hand, and wrapping my other hand around to his ass I grip it, sucking him hard, up and down, hands free.

He rubs the backs of his fingers down my face, causing me to look up at him, loving the sweet gesture. His moans intensify and he starts to move in and out of my mouth. Releasing his balls, I take my other hand and grip his ass. Kneeling in front of him, I hold onto him and move as fast as I can.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasps, exploding into my mouth. I swallow and continue to suck him, holding him to me, the same way he did when I came. I feel his body twitch and I know I’m driving him crazy. Looking up at him, he bites his lip and I can tell he wants more.

I stand up, and immediately he turns me around, bending me down onto the cool countertop. “You drive my body absolutely fucking insane. Maybe later we’ll try and go slow, but right now I’m going to make you scream.”

The anticipation is almost too much for me to handle. My body is tense, waiting for him to be inside of me. I look back at him just as he steps closer to me, nudging the head of his cock against my opening. All of my blood rushes there, waiting for him to enter, needing him to.

“Are you ready, baby?”

I nod my head and he slams into me. It feels unbelievable. His hands wrap around the front of my thighs as he moves. I can’t help but cry out his name, which only makes him fuck me harder. I rest up on my forearms as we move our bodies together. His breathing is harsh, and his noises are low and deep.

I want to touch him, so I start standing up. He immediately pulls out of me, and I turn around, wrapping my arms around his muscular neck. He lifts me onto the counter and nuzzles back inside of my wet core. Grabbing my face with both of his hands he sinks his tongue into my mouth, teasing and tantalizing mine as he fucks me.

I finally stop kissing him, looking into his heat-filled eyes. I lean onto the counter top, my back pressed against the cold surface. He is holding my hip with his left hand and his right hand is splayed across my belly. I love how he is moving his hips in a rhythm almost on top of me.

“Are you ready to come again?” he asks in between breaths.

I shake my head not wanting this to end. Abel creases his brows and moves his thumb to my clit. I watch him enjoy observing moving in and out of me. He’s watching our bodies, and I let go, coming hard. The moment I fall into desertion, he does the same. My body is hot and I’m out of breath. I look to Abel, all sweaty and glistening.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks.

“No reason.”

Lifting me into his arms, he tightly holds me to his chest. “Tell me.”

“I’ve never had sex like that.”

He kisses me behind the ear and says, “Oh, kitten, you have no idea what I can do to you. We’re just getting started.”