Have I Told You (8 page)

He drew my pants down, as he slowly kissed his way down my legs. Moving back up to my hips he stopped when he came to the one thing I regretted in my rebellion stage. A small Tinkerbelle tattoo right below my left hip bone. Rubbing his finger over it, tickling, and he said, “Tinkerbelle?”

I blushed. Only one other person knew about this tattoo. I shrugged, “I was young and dumb. What can I say?”

He kissed it ever so lightly, making me shiver. “I love the way you smell. You’re intoxicating.” I shifted my hips under him, trying to make his mouth move closer to where I needed it. I wanted to feel his lips on me in my most private area.

“Bare, just the way I like it.” With that he dove in, and I immediately felt myself build to climax. Everything he did was perfection. He licked and sucked my lips, nibbled my bud, then with a quick swirl of his tongue I went over the edge. He didn’t let up, making me rise, again. Moving his fingers inside me, stretching me, I felt them curl up to touch my g-spot. I let out a yell I’d never heard myself make before. I came so hard I was twitching. I never wanted it to stop.

He slowly stroked me down from my high. Standing, he quickly discarded his pants and his glorious cock sprung free making me catch my breath. He was massive. I have never seen a cock that perfect before. He tore open a condom and slid it down his hard shaft before he leaned over to start moving up my body. I felt his tip wanting access.

Caston looked down at me with a fire in his eyes that made my breath catch. “Please, Caston…I need to feel you.” I pleaded.

Hesitating briefly, he looked down at me, the hunger in his eyes made me gasp. Our eyes locked and with one quick movement he was inside me to the hilt. He stretched me more than I’ve ever been stretched before. I arched my back and grabbed on to his shoulders. The muscles twitched under my hands, and I dug my nails into his skin. He growled, as he started to move. The noises only made me reach my next climax that much faster. The feeling was so much deeper than I’d ever experienced. I could feel my muscles clench around him. Responding to me, he quickened his pace and moved my body so he was kneeling in front of me with my legs draped over his shoulders. His hands reached down and played with my bud until I was screaming out in ecstasy.

“Come for me, Sabrina,” Caston growled. His words spun around in my head. The buildup was so intense. Within seconds of his request, I was screaming his name, and I felt him stiffen and clinch my legs.

We were both out of breath, as he withdrew from my body. He drew me close, so we were cuddling. He was stroking my arm whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I was just about to fall asleep when something hit me. “Caston, can I ask you something?”

“Anything, Sabrina.”

“How did you know I was a dancer?”

I felt Caston’s breath catch and his body stiffen around me after I asked that question. Why would that have affected him so much? He cleared his throat and said, “I helped clean out the closet in Mark’s room. I was the one to come across your dance bag.”

Oh how stupid could I be? Of course that’s how he knew. “Caston?”

“Yes, Sabrina?”

“Thank you, again.”

“Sleep now.” He pulled me closer, and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Mark and I’d been together for about a year.
He was cute, if you only saw the surface. I felt the sideways glances from the girls who thought I must feel like a queen, having snagged Mark Baker. On rare occasions, very rare, he could be nice and sweet, but most of the time he was frightening.
He really wasn’t too bad when I cooperated with him.

I laid back on his bed in the frat house and did some leg stretches, while I waited for him to come home from football practice. He had been in a mood lately and I was trying to surprise him and be there right when he got home to give him a massage and make him dinner. I closed my eyes and my mind wandered back to the last week of summer when Mark took me to a cabin on the lake for a last minute vacation before football season started up again. We were all alone. He was so attentive and even bought me flowers. It was almost as if this wasn’t the Mark I was dating. Our last night there was the most amazing. A candle-light dinner out on the patio and Mark was fawning all over me. I felt so cherished. When we finished eating, he slowly leaned over, kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear, “I have a surprise for you, baby.” I turned to look him in the eye and smiled. I felt my cheeks getting hotter as he was looking into my eyes so deeply. “Wait right here.”

Mark gave me another peck and walked inside. He was nervous. It was so unlike him. I started to fidget when I saw his shadow appear in the window of the cabin as he made his way back out to me. Then he appeared in the doorway. He was only a silhouette. What was he carrying? Oh wow, it was a guitar case. He could play? He walked over and pulled his chair right in front of me. “I didn’t know you played the guitar.”

“I never really told anyone before. None of the guys know.”

He looked so cute when he blushed. He was opening up to me. All those harsh words he had said to me over this last year seemed to disappear. I reached forward and pushed the hair out of his eyes. He looked embarrassed. “What’s that face for?” I asked.

He looked up at me and smiled. “I was afraid you would think I was stupid for playing the guitar.”

“No way, Mark. Thank you for sharing this with me. I can’t believe you’re just now telling me this. Plus, guitar players are HOT.”

He laughed. It made me smile to hear his laugh. “Can I play something for you?”

I nodded and leaned back in my chair. He got out his guitar adjusted it, so it was in tune. I couldn’t help but notice how magnificent he looked in this dusk lighting. His hair was still a little damp from our swim earlier and he was wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans. Then he slowly started strumming, and my heart started to flutter. He was looking down at the guitar and wouldn’t make eye contact with me. It was perfect. I was watching him in awe as he sang. His voice was amazing. Why wouldn’t he share this with anyone else? When he finished he looked up at me. The look in his eyes made my knees quiver. He slowly put the guitar down to the side and ran his hands through his hair. I placed a hand on each side of his face and made him look at me. “That was truly beautiful. You’re very talented and should share this gift with others. Thank you for sharing it with me. I didn’t recognize the song though. Where is it from?”

“I wrote it.” He whispered so quietly, I barely heard it.

I leaned forward and kissed him so lightly. He looked at me and scooped me up and carried me inside to the bedroom and we actually made love that night. The only time this year he actually seemed to care for me and take his time. I liked this new Mark.

Smiling to myself from this memory made me stroke my stomach as I thought about what happened that night, and what our life was going to be like now because of it.

I woke up to the door slamming. “Hey, baby. I was just dreaming about—”

“What’s for dinner? You know I like my food ready when I get home from practice. I risk everything to have you here. You could at least do things right. Get it, now, and when you come back I need a release. Practice fucking sucked today.”

I sighed. The peaceful, amazing memory was lost, again. I got up and picked up his bags where he dropped them on the floor and I gathered up the laundry to throw in as I walked to the kitchen in the frat house.

I stirred in my sleep. What time was it? My eyes slowly opened, as the sun was just starting to peek through the windows. I felt strong arms around me, and snuggled deeper into Caston’s embrace. I could get used to this. I heard him moan, and I felt him rise up on his elbow and look over to me.

“Good morning, Bre.”

I giggled and rolled over onto my back. He looked delicious. I snaked my fingers in his hair and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Mmmm, good morning to you. Bre, I thought you insisted on Sabrina, Cass?” I asked with a giggle.

“Cass?” he shook his head, “I changed my mind.” I blushed, and leaned in to kiss him again. He deepened it this time, and I felt his erection pressing into my thigh.

“I could get used to waking up like this.”

“Me too, Bre, me too.”

He slowly let his hands travel down my body, and when he reached my sex, his finger slipped into my soft folds. His touch instantly made me wet. He played with my clit, while his lips were brushing my neck, the sensation made me shiver. I let out a moan, as he sheathed himself. I was so ready for him. When he pushed himself in, the stretching was mind blowing. He slowly started to move. I closed my eyes and arched my back into him. “Sabrina. Bre, please look at me.”

I froze, Mark never wanted me to look at him when we were having sex. I would ask him to look at me, but he would scream, or just leave, if I did. Eventually, I stopped asking. I was ashamed that I wanted to feel that connection. How could I look Caston in the eyes after being told for so long that I shouldn’t? I felt my eyes start to well up behind my lids, unsure of what to do.

I opened my eyes and stared deep into his soul. He was giving himself over to me with his eyes. Leaning over he kissed me tenderly, and I relaxed into his embrace. “There’s my sweet girl,” he whispered.

His movements sped up and I wasn’t going to last much longer. “Oh, Caston, please. I want us to come together. I can’t wait too much…” Suddenly, I felt him start to jerk, and it was my undoing. He yelled my name, and devoured my mouth as we finished.

We laid in each other’s arms, and he stroked my arm gently. “Are you hungry, Sabrina?” he asked.

As if on cue my stomach growled. I giggled, “I guess I am.”

“Let’s get you up and get you something to eat then.” He pulled away, and I longed for the return of his touch as soon as it was gone.

I rolled onto my stomach, looking over at Caston pulling on his sweatpants. I batted my eyes and said, “I’d rather have some more of you for breakfast.”

Caston laughed. He reached over and smacked my ass. “Get up. As much as I’d love what you’re offering, I need to get recharged too. You’re wearing me out.”

I smiled and blushed. My butt cheek stung where he smacked me, but it instantly made me wet and ready for him again. I could never tire of this man’s touch.

Once I was decent, Caston took my hand and we walked together down the stairs to the breakfast bar. The sun was shining today, it reflected my mood. I was sure nothing could upset me. We sat down at the spots Jules had set out. I couldn’t stop smiling. I hadn’t felt this good since...since before I met Mark. It’s amazing how I got so used to being unhappy, I developed a new definition of what happy means to fit my new reality. I guess I didn’t realize it, until I was presented with a gift that brought to light what I’d have been missing.

I had the biggest smile on my face. I couldn’t seem to stop staring at Caston as we ate breakfast.

“What?” he laughed. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” I responded, giggling like a school girl. “I’m just so happy. I feel like a one-ton weight has been lifted off of my shoulders and I’m a new person.”