Dusty
Dusty, Part 2
Song: Dusty, Piano Version, by Kings of Leon
Chapter 6
The sun was still hovering above the horizon, its ascent slow, leisurely, just like the morning. Larks sang in the trees, and in the distance, a tractor was rolling through the fields.
Caleb carried her out of the water, kissing her continuously, his hot lips scorching her cold skin all alone her jaw and neck. She liked the feeling of being nestled in his arms, somehow protected, safe, loved, wanted. Droplets of water fell from his temples and his locks, and she flicked them with the tip of her tongue, swallowing the water, tasting on his skin.
“You almost got a beard going there,” she murmured, swiping her hand over the stubble on his cheeks.
“Just wait ‘till I get the pornstache going!” he laughed, bringing them to a shed, where the boys kept their fishing equipment.
“Oh, I am going to love that look!” she giggled, as he set her down on the ground and gently pressed her body between his and the wall of the shed. Her breath stalled in her throat, as her breasts crushed against the width of his muscular chest, and she ran her fingers though the mat of his chest hair, then wrapping the chain of the crucifix around her hand and pulling him closer to her. The push of his hips into her abdomen felt strangely familiar, the tilt of the hip bones, the heat of his erection were all made for her at that moment, for her pleasure, and it felt like home to her.
“Caleb,” she kissed his lips repeatedly, biting his full lower lip in his teeth, “you are so beautiful, you know that? Maybe only to me, I don’t know,”
“Only to you,” he muttered, holding her face in his hands and kissing her nose and eyes and lips. “Only to you, my pretty, dear girl.”
He ran his finger from her lips, down her throat, all the way to her breasts, where he slowly circled her puckering pink nipples.
“You know, I’ll always come back to you,” he mused, slowly kissing her from the shoulder downwards, towards her breasts. “It don’t matter where I go, and for how long, but to you, I’ll always return.”
She squeezed his head gently in her hands, burying her fingers in his hair, while he drew his tongue over her nipple again and again, squatting before her, his hands resting on her hips. And she thought that she would wait for him. Sit and wait for him, knowing that he would be back.
“I reckon you are the only one who can stop me from drinking myself to death,” he chuckled grimly.
She slapped his shoulder and exclaimed,
“Quit saying shit like that! What is wrong with you, man? You are 25!”
“Yeah, but I am an old soul, right?”
“Leave your insecure angst out of this. You are horny and you are about as subtle as a flying brick about it!”
He started to laugh, his loud, deep, semi-insane sounding bellowing laugh and she began to laugh with him, because it was impossible not to. But she spoke the truth—his erection was now more than prominent and the grab of his warm hands was no longer gentle or comforting. He rose swiftly, his hips pinning her tightly to the wall of the shed, the heat of his erection pressed along her fluttering belly, while his hand snaked upwards, grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head. Sweat broke all over her body, especially when his right hand sneaked in between their bodies and cupped her lustily, filling his palm and fingers with her soaking sex.
“Oh, Caleb,” came a stifled moan and as he sunk his teeth into her neck, she heard him muttered,
“Tell me you want it,”
“I want it!” she half-begged, pushing her breasts into the hardiness of his chest, wishing her hands were free, yet liking the sensation of vulnerability and possession. When he looked up at her, his eyes were dark and she licked the sheen of sweat off his top lip, while he chuckled and asked,
“What happened to the virginity?”
“You took care of it well enough!” she reminded him. His fingers slipped deeper inside of her and she cried, “Oh, my G-d…My G-d…”
“No, oh Caleb,” he corrected, kissing her with a slow, indulgent, longing kiss.
The smell of him, the taste of his mouth, the heady scent of alcohol from last night, the moisture of his sweat, the blissful padding of his chest hair against her nipples threw her into such frenzy, that she swayed on her softening legs, and if it were not for his powerful support, she would have tumbled over.
“Easy now,” he murmured, kissing her eyelids, feeding the frenzied fire between her legs with his skillful fingers, crushing her breasts with his chest. She freed her hands from his, and at last touched his face, cupping it, tracing the jaw and the faint dimple on his chin with her tongue.
“I want to taste you,” she gasped into his lips. “Have wanted it forever…”
He didn’t say anything, but took a step back and placed his arms on either side of her, palms against the wall of the shed. It allowed her room to maneuver against him, as she slipped down slowly, kissing his torso as she went along, running her tongue over the ribs, then sliding down the tempting triangle of muscle right by his hipbones, at last faced with the formidable pole of his straining manhood. He didn’t push her face onto it, but waited patiently for her to get her bearings, watching her expectantly.
When her tongue made first contact with the underside of his member, he shuddered and she heard his breath rip through his lungs, as his hand flew to her head and pulled her away.
“Sorry,” he muttered, “but wait for a moment…you have this way…you fucking enflame me to bursting!”
She kissed him around the bellybutton, burying her lips in the coarse fuzz of hair, wetting it instantly with her warm breath. Then, before he gave permission, she drew her tongue along the length of his member, for the first time feeling the smooth skin ridged with veins. A harsh gasp came from him, and she looked up, seeing the look of pleasure on his face, and the muscles tense all along his abdomen and his arms. Carefully popping the smooth, thick head in her mouth, she gave it a few tentative strokes with her tongue, tasting the surprisingly pleasant, salty flavor of him. She caressed his body, the smoothness and the hairiness, the sinewy cords of muscles, the width of the bones. Nothing ever felt like this beneath her hands before, least of all her own body, and the difference between them made her womb contract with secret pleasure. His bristled face hovered above her, dark with need, the eyes seemingly black, the bottom lips tightly bit, the knuckles of his hands almost white from the tension. She moved her head slowly upon him, feeling him hit the back of her throat, swallowing him ever deeper, loving every hard, tight inch of him. Her teeth and tongue and lips enveloped him firmly, but tenderly, and at last, she felt his hips give in to the torturous pleasure of her mouth and move against her face. He thrust gingerly, sliding back and forth on her tongue, still cautious, yet impatiently insistent at the same time. Gently he stroked her cheek, his heavy hand then resting on her head, not pushing her, but rather connecting to her by his fingertips. His cross swayed steadily against his chest, while she sucked with a newfound hunger, eager to possess as much of him as she could. He emitted a deep groan of pleasure when her teeth pressed gently against the shaft and pushed deeper into her mouth, wanting to enjoy her even more than she did him.
In one swift pull, he withdrew from her mouth, panting, and then, grabbing her upper arm, he lifted her to her feet. His arms closed about her and she pressed her face into his neck, kissing him softly, savouring the feeling of his strength around her. The arm that he just squeezed would probably bruise tomorrow, but she didn’t mind it, because she reveled in the innate power of his body.
“Thanks, doll,” he murmured into her mouth, kissing her deeply, “couldn’t take it any more of that though…I want to do much more to you today…”
“Can you please do it now,” she smiled, drawing her thumbs over his eyelids and the prettily arches eyebrows.
He clasped her waist and then turned her easily, pushing her against the wall, until her breasts pressed into the cold wood. The weight of his body leaned against her back, and she felt his thick, heavy erection slide over her bottom, while he kissed her back with slow, warm kisses, dragging his tongue over her spine and shoulders, his wide hand holding her by the belly, gently kneading her flesh.
“I’ve never even noticed what a pretty bum you have,” he whispered in her ear, caressing her hips and then her buttocks.
“Bum?” she repeated with a smile, “how English of you!”
“I’ve hung out there long enough to pick up a word or two,” he chuckled, stroking her slowly, his hand moving up from her stomach and cupping her breast. “All of you is a surprise. So beautiful! Naked, even more beautiful than dressed! I didn’t expect you to have these big titties either…you hide them pretty well,”
He squeezed her breast admiringly, playfully rubbing the nipple with his thumb.
“Suppose I was waiting for you to uncover it all,” she murmured and turned her head to him, kissing his lips softly.
He pushed her legs apart a bit and then smoothly inserted his member inside. A shiver shook her body, as he slid forward, filling her rapidly, and then, grasping her hips, he pulled her on his shaft, until her sex pressed into the root of his member. A harsh, raspy groan blew into her ear and bit it painfully, holding her still, his fingers pressed into her tender flesh. She grabbed his arm, digging her nails into his skin, her vision slightly blurry from the speed and strength of her arousal. She felt a welcome ache inside, because he hadn’t reached that far in her the first time and now the tip of his member was pressing somewhere very pleasant, yet caused a brief pain, which wasn’t as sharp as the one before.
“You all right?” he asked hoarsely, pushing his face in her neck and breathing calmly.
“That was…awesome!” she laughed and kissed his cheek.
He laughed with her and nodded.
“Fucking awesome!” his lips found hers, and he kissed her lovingly, as his hips began to undulate against her bottom, sliding comfortably and assuredly in and out of her. His hands released their grip on her hips and he moved his left hand to her breasts, holding them in his wide palm, where both surprisingly fit at once. His other hand pressed into the wall, supporting both of them. She leaned her face into his upper arm, nibbling on his stone-hard bicep, licking on the protruding vein that she loved so much. He was hard, ramming into her firmly, not at all as cautiously as he did the first time, but she loved how he reached so deep, overtaking her body with every thrust. Her breasts swayed widely within the confines of his palm, and he fingered her nipples, causing her to squirm and moan with pleasure every time he did. Each push of his thick, overwhelming cock filled her with almost impossible pleasure, and she had a fleeting thought that surely, this was not normal, this reaction of pure ecstasy from being with this man, but then, perhaps that was what love was all about. He bit her ear softly, and then kissed her all over the face, licking the inside of her mouth as if he was parched for her. She grabbed his thigh, supporting herself, trying to draw strength from him, as her body bumped between him and the wall. He was thrusting in earnest now, far and hard and wide, stretching her still-sleeping womb, rousing it from its untouched state. The shaft was throbbing deliciously inside of her, and to her utter surprise, she felt the wave of warm, heavenly bliss sweep over her, shivering with delight against his chest, feeling the cool crucifix slide back and forth on her back.
‘Randy girl,” he laughed, feeling her muscles squeeze his member tightly, pulling on it with her strength. “Already?”
“Ahhh… Caleb,” she craved his lips and he kissed her warmly, deeply, holding her within the secure confines of his arms, as she panted and shuddered against him with her oncoming orgasm.
“Come on me, love,” he whispered hotly, pulling on her nipple, “just like that…”
The sexual words spurned her forth, as her womb vibrated with the onslaught of ecstatically delightful crashes of pure pleasure. She groaned his name again and again, chanting, “Caleb…Caleb…Caleb…”. But the wonderful pushing didn’t stop and just as the first wave subsided, the next began growing somewhere in her core. His heavy body leaned into her, the force of his thrusts pushing her into the wall, until she stood almost straight, with him behind her, holding her around the stomach tightly. The hair on his pelvis rubbed against her bottom, and she was so wet, she felt herself spilling all over his relentless shaft. When he noticed that her breasts scraped against the rough wood of the wall, he put his arm protectively over them and kissed her lips.
It was completely light around them now. The sun was up in the sky, and the creek shimmered with almost blinding light. A pleasant breeze came from the fields, ruffling the tree branches above their heads, cooling off their overheated bodies.
“Do it again for me,” Caleb muttered into her ear, watching her breasts over her shoulder, his chin resting next to her neck. “You are gonna come for me?”
“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly, allowing him to catch her tongue between his teeth and lick on it slowly.
“Let me have it,” he groaned and his hand slipped between her legs, parting her folds and firmly grasping her swollen clit in his fingers.
“Oh, fuck me!” she roared and he squeezed it harder, reminding her lustily, “I am.”
In her rampaging pleasure, she hardly felt him spill in her, as her throbbing passage clung and pushed at his shaft savagely, squeezing him so hard, she feared that he was hurt. But he wasn’t, and his hard, strangled groans told her so, and his still, slacked body, that pressed her into the wall.
“Woman…” he whispered at last, once his labored panting subsided a bit, “you’ve unmanned me like no one before…Will I be able to get it up again?”
She chuckled and feeling him slip out of her, turned around to face him. His cheeks were red and sweat covered his forehead, as well as the rest of his body.
“I think you’ll be able to get it up again. I hope so!” she exclaimed and kissed him.
He cupped her breast and kissed her nipple slowly.
“I need to sit down,” he then decided, still shaky.
He stretched on the sand, looking utterly defeated, arms thrown wide, eyes closed. She kissed him gently and left him to rest, making her way to the stream. Just before she reached it, her untrained muscles opened up and a gush of his semen, mixed with a little of her pale blood, came out. A satisfied smile stretched her lips.
The house was awake, and it woke her up as well. Bottles were clunking, laugher, Nathan’s voice, Sir Leonardo’s barking, smell of burning wood, horses…Her brain had trouble adjusting to all the noise.
She was alone, as expected. Instantly her hand went down, finding her slit hot and wet, still coated with his juices. Her nipples hurt pleasantly, and she looked down her nightgown, seeing them pink and swollen, a tiny bruise from his teeth on her left breast. Just the thought of him, the memory of him in her mouth, his scent and taste, the powerful ramming of his member made her womb contract painfully with desire. Her body bore the marks of their lovemaking—she was already spotting a bruise on her upper arm, and the spot between her neck and shoulder felt tender, probably from all the biting that he had bestowed upon her.
None of it bothered her. All she wanted was to see him, to dive into the abyss of his sky blue eyes and forget everything else. But she paced herself, not wanting to come off as completely obsessed and besotted. First order of business was to find clothes, which would cover her battered body. Coming out in a sweatshirt in the searing heat of Tennessee summer would probably be a dead giveaway.
“Hey girlfriend, late night?” Nate strode into the kitchen just as she was pouring herself coffee.
“I think I drank a bit too much last night at dinner,” she lied.
He gave her a one over and said,
“Didn’t see you drinking at all. Noticed you were moping though!”
“I wasn’t moping,” she argued. “Anyway. How are you?”
“Not too bad. You missed mom. She was asking after you, was afraid you caught a bug or something.”
“No, no, I am all right.”
Nathan looked at her intently with his deep blue eyes and then asked, seriously,
“He treats you good?”
She nodded instantly.
“He does, Nate. He really does.”
“You in love with him?” he asked bluntly. “If you are, don’t get your heart broken. You don’t have to tell me—it’s your thing, but I like you, and I don’t want you cryin’ your eyes out at the end.”
“Thanks Nate,” she gave him a peck on the cheek, but didn’t say anything further.
“Where is he?”
“In the back,’ Nathan moved his shoulder, “I told him that he is about as useful as a cock-flavored lollypop lately, so he is chopping wood!”
“I’ll go say “good morning”…”
“I am sure,” he shrugged.
In a clearing behind the house, Caleb stood with an axe, naked other than for a pair of jeans, top button of his fly unbuttoned, to give her a glimpse of the delicious trail of hair that ran from his navel into his jeans. He didn’t notice her standing there, and she watched him in silence, enjoying the sight of his sun-kissed torso, every muscle visible beneath the skin when he raised his arms to cut the next log, sweat glistening on the small of his back and his face. He was barefoot, and she thought that he had never looked more attractive and beautiful to her. He picked up the next log and swung the ax, easily cutting it in half. The halves went into a sizable pile that was already towering next to him. At last, he glanced in her direction and noticed her standing there, open-mouthed.
“Hey you!” he stopped, lowered the ax and leaned over it.
Struggling to retain her dignity and not run to him like a mad woman, she walked deliberately slow, her eyes raking over his nipples and the shining crucifix and the firm stomach.
She approached at last and stood there, just within his reach. His throat contracted and he bit his lower lip. And she realized that he had to control himself just as much as she did.
“Slept well?” he asked.
She took another step towards him, her nipples straining against her modest shirt, and he was instantly aware of her response to him.
“I don’t remember.”
“Neither do I.”
She paused and he asked,
“Is that for me?”
She looked down at the glass of lemonade that she was holding and handed it to him. His thick fingers closed over her hand and he whispered,
“How are you? All over?”
“Perfect,” she smiled. He took a sip of the drink. “Everything is perfect.”
She took one final step and stood next to him, her engorged nipples pressing at his chest. Rising on her toes, she touched his face and then briefly ran the tip of her tongue over his lip. He set the glass on the slab of wood and took her by the hand, his eyes darting back and forth, to see if they were being watched. She gently kissed his mouth and then bit his ear, gnawing playfully on the bit bump. His hand flew to her bottom and he cupped it, pushing her closer to him, letting her feel the bulge of his immediate need for her. The ax fell on the ground. Giving the house one parting look, Caleb threw his arm over her shoulder and then quickly took them away, cutting through the courtyard and making them disappear behind the trees.
A shadow moved by the second story window. Nathan stepped away from the window, suspicions confirmed.
