Make It With You
Make It with You
Songs: Make It Wit Chu, by Queens of the Stone Age
Aria “O Mio Babbino Caro”, from the opera Gianni Schicchi by Giacomo Puccini, performed by soprano Angela Gheorghiu
Chapter 8
As it usually happened with the two brothers, the fight did not last for too long.
The following day, Nacho was sent to “test the waters” and see what Caleb was up to.
They slept with the windows open. The night air was cool, the humidity low. It was the first time they were together like this—alone, in an empty house, together in a bed. She smiled, thinking that for once, she could scream and moan all she wants and not be ashamed. Yet there was a shyness too, because their clandestine meetings on the farm were their own, a private secret that they shared. Now, they were naked to each other, no one to hide from, only love and lust uniting them.
It scared her, to have this responsibility, this relationship, so soon after their meeting. But she couldn’t help herself, because every time she laid her eyes on him, she was completely overtaken by the power of her own need and his enormous effect on her. Even when he descended the stairs after his bath, and she saw him from the living room, the long line of his thigh, clad in damp jeans, the delicious hip dents that disappeared behind the belt, the tight, firm stomach, she couldn’t help but think about having him inside of her, of having those heavy, thickly muscled arms around her body, caressing her flesh, the mouth trailing all along her torso. She loved the way his bare feet padded across the wood floors, and she couldn’t comprehend what he was saying to her, even though he was speaking, yet just the sound of his soft Southern drawl sent a pleasant shiver down her legs.
Yet she also realised that she had completely surrendered her will, her independence, in fact her very freedom to the situation, and effectively, to him. Her car was back at the farm, as were all her clothes. She had no way of getting either home or to her parents’ unless she called a taxi. Even her cell phone was at the farm, and she dreaded to think what her parents—who called her religiously at least twice a day—might be thinking right now. She hated lying to them, but it seemed that that’s all she did lately. There was no landline in the house, since Caleb saw no need for it, and she had to ask him for his cell phone. It only added to her discomfort, the fact that she had to bump the phone off him if she wanted to contact anyone. She called her mother, and said that she had lost her phone and that it would take a few days to get a new one. Her poor mother…If she only knew that her daughter was not only no longer a virgin, but also lived with a man, and WHAT a man…
“Spaghetti with clams?”
Caleb was already chopping shallots and garlic in the kitchen, and he gave her a warm, kind smile when she entered. “O Mio Babbino Caro” was playing, she guessed to keep up with the Italian mood.
“Sounds good.”
She watched him, enjoying his relaxed disposition, how comfortable he was among his knives and cutting boards and pans.
“Top me off, babe,” he nodded towards to his half-empty wine glass.
She poured his wine and then stepped behind him and wrapped her arms around his body. The knots of muscles on his back were not tense. She pressed her lips to the frog tattoo and lightly flicked her tongue over the sprawling penis. He laughed and shivered, as her breath and tongue tickled him. His large hands rubbed her arms and he pulled her hand up to his mouth and kissed it.
He dumped the garlic and the shallots into the aromatic olive oil and she laughed, saying,
“Not sure if the Nashville Peapod ever had an order so full of exotic and expensive ingredients! Saffron? Truffle oil? Sal de sel? Who orders French sea salt in Nashville?”
He laughed and nodded.
“I do! I have expensive tastes!”
“Clearly.”
“We’ll have to go and get some nice wine tomorrow. Champagne too.”
“Strawberries?” she asked, pressing her lips to his spine.
He turned swiftly and put his arms tightly around her.
She kissed his chin and he asked with a smirk,
“And what are you planning to do with these strawberries?”
She kissed his lips and whispered,
“Feed you. Kiss you,” she kissed him again, “and then feed you. And you,”
“What can I do?”
“You can lick the champagne off my nipples,” she offered boldly, but a rosy blush betrayed her and he smiled widely.
“I’ve made you so bad!”
“And it didn’t take very long at all…”
“Nope. Three weeks ago you were a church-going girl, and now…”
“The garlic is going to burn!” she called out and he prevented the dish from being ruined just in time by pouring his wine over in the pan.
“Good catch!” he exclaimed.
“I do what I can.”
She let go of him and went to set up the table.
“You like the place?” he asked her, while he added the spaghetti to the clams. Her back was to him, but she felt his eyes on her, watching and studying, like he always did. By now, she was used to it, but at first, she was actually unsettled by his watery gaze, which felt like he was reading her soul and that nothing could ever be hidden from him.
“I like it a lot,” she nodded, and turned around.
He walked across the kitchen and came to her, taking her face in his hands.
“Then what is it?” his voice was urgent, “you don’t want to be here? Or with me?”
“I always want to be with you,” she interrupted and pushed her face into his neck, breathing in his familiar manly scent.
“Then what is it? You look unhappy…I have to know. Do you want to go home?”
She shook her head again.
“Caleb, don’t worry about anything…I’ll figure it out.”
He chuckled and then had her sit down, as he brought the bowl of spaghetti and clams, along with the bread to the table.
“You know, I didn’t actually kidnap you,” he chuckled, sipping his wine.
“You didn’t?” she laughed.
“I know, it seems like it, now that I look back. I kind of just threw you in the car and drove away,” he wrinkled his nose.
She t’sked and said,
“You kinda did.”
“Sorry babe. I guess I wasn’t thinking straight. Didn’t want to get into a big thing with Nate. Do you want me to take you home?”
“What about us playing house?” she reminded him.
He smiled and cocked his brow.
“So you still wanna play?”
“Oh, I think so.”
His warm hand snaked beneath her skirt and he murmured,
“Good, because I want to play too. I have many, many things in my head that I’d like to experience…with you.”
“Sounds promising.”
…They opened the doors to the backyard, and some of the windows, so that the evening breeze flew through the house and filled it with the scent of the night and earth. After dinner, they threw the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and Caleb made his way to the couch with a bottle of wine, guitar and his brown song book. She knew better than to bother him, since he clearly had an idea for a song, so instead, she took the keys to the Lexus and decided to go and get herself some clothes. She wasn’t even wearing any underwear after he had destroyed the pair that she was wearing earlier.
“Hurry back,” he whined. She knew that he was already unhappy with her leaving. “How long will you be?”
“Stop being such a baby! Want to put an ankle monitor on me?”
“Bitch,” he muttered, shaking his head.
She laughed and extended her hand to him.
“Oh, I suppose I am to give you my credit card?”
She nodded.
“Now you definitely won’t come back!” he sighed, giving her the credit card.
“Nah…You are not nearly rich enough for me to run off with your credit card. But I don’t have my bag with me! And I have no clothes. So gotta shell out a few bucks on your girlfriend, buddy boy.”
He caught her hand and pulled her to him.
She kissed him softly, pressing her lips to the birthmark on his cheek and then burying her face in his neck.
“You know I’d never want to leave you,” she whispered.
He stroked her head and said,
“I know. Few things in the world I am sure of, but this one—I am. That’s why it’s hard for me too, when you leave even for a little bit. Feels like I am wasting my time without you, the opportunity that was given to me. Before, I always ran away, afraid maybe, of the pressures that a woman would bring into my life. With you, it’s different.
“Okay, now go, before I change my mind and take the card away and lock you in the basement…And then I’ll be on the news in like 3 years! For kidnapping and forced imprisonment or something like that.”
She laughed, kissed his brow and brushed a lock of hair to the side.
‘Don’t drink too much,” she ordered.
“It’s only one bottle!”
“Only one bottle,” she shook her head disdainfully. “Normal people split a bottle of wine between four or six others.”
“Normal people are pussies,” he declared blandly.
She was in and out of Target in less than twenty minutes. Thankfully, the late hour meant that the store was virtually empty. The bored cashier didn’t bother checking the mismatched signatures on the receipt and the credit card. She drove carefully, since she didn’t have license with her and the last thing she wanted was to call her parents to bail her out of jail. She couldn’t even call Caleb, because she had his phone. The ridiculousness of the entire situation made her laugh out loud. What was with her and this drunk, moody, sarcastic, often ill-tempered, brawly guy? Her side of the family was well-educated, quite well-off financially, and despite the abundance of some “unsavoury” relations, she grew up a fairly privileged life, and her parents always warned her against having anything to do with men such as Caleb. Obviously, the life lessons did not stick with her.
The house seemed dark, with only two lamps gleaming upstairs and downstairs.
The wine bottle was already empty, standing by the side of the couch. Caleb was not on it and the song book was left lying on the floor.
She made her way to the kitchen and left the bags there, without emptying them.
In the hallway, just before the stairs, she was startled by a quick shadow and then a rough, sudden pull. The hot, damp, ropy form of her lover, his hard arms, and strong legs overpowered her unresisting body in half a second, and she was pushed against the wall, her bottom feeling the familiar angle of his hips. He was already hard, and she shuddered from anticipation of that heat and hardness sliding into her. His breath was hot and fragrantly sour from the wine, and she felt the alcohol rushing through him, so his touch was not gentle, and his hands were lusty on her body, as he pushed under her skirt, the calluses on his palms almost scraping her skin.
He pushed her head back, stroking her neck, as he bit her lower lip, whispering into her mouth,
“Still got no knickers on…”
She pressed her lips to his, swallowing all of him, the scent and the taste of his tongue, his breath and the whiff of marijuana that came off his lips and skin. His hand cupped her bare pubis and the long, thick fingers slid back and forth along the cleft of her sex, teasing her, urging her to become wet against his hand, before he slipped those teasing fingers inside at last. A harsh gasp ripped through her chest, and he caught it with his mouth, not interrupting his fiery, brutal kiss, which kept on possessing her mouth for so long.
With her head thrown far back, and pressed into his neck, she felt his nose on her chin, as he licked hungrily on her tongue, trying to gulp all of her with sheer strength of his will, drinking up her with nervous impatience. Somehow, she managed to unbutton her skirt and it flew past her legs with a soft hiss. He pulled away at last, and licked the side of her face, gently biting the apple of her cheek.
“You are naked,” she panted softly.
He kissed her lighter on the mouth, while pressing his thumb on her clit and rubbing with a slow, torturous speed that made her convulse against him again and again.
“You know me…I like to walk around naked,” he smiled and when his lips stretched cheekily she couldn’t help herself and kissed him quickly and harshly on the chin, drawing the tip of her tongue against the faint dimple. “But mostly, I just want to make it with you…”
With one arm, he lifted her off the floor and with her feet dangling, he carried her to the stairs. They didn’t make it all the way up, since he placed her on one of the steps and pushed her legs apart, stretching along the length of the stairs, just below her. She pushed his hair back, off his damp forehead, watching him slowly trail kisses along her inner thighs, from her knee up to her pink, wet sex. The tough fingertips worked around the soft skin of her belly, before opening her up slowly, but widely…so wide that a deep blush, which felt more like a burn, spread over her body, and blood rushed to her head making her fall back on the stairs, as blue stars burst before her eyes, especially when his tongue made a wide, delicious, slow swipe over her brimming cavity. The stars were curiously similar in spark and shine to his bottomless, startling blue eyes. He licked leisurely, taking his time, tormenting her expertly, but so sublimely. With one able flick of his fingers, he opened her bra and pushed the t-shirt over her straining breasts.
“I like seeing the titties,” he whispered humorously, his eyes taking in her entire form, spread and open as she was to him.
“Caleb…” she managed to whisper, but the wonderful, long, strong tongue covered her clit and she let out a gurgling scream, as he licked gradually, with measured, irresistible laps, pressing her buckling hips down with some force.
“Jesus, woman! Will you stop all this fussing,” he laughed, then, with a pleased moan he said, “no wonder I can’t get enough of you. You are sweeter than honey…” and then he was kissing her inner thighs, and the warm pubic bone and her lower belly, while returning again and again to her tender, leaking opening, keeping her on the brink of a climax, and pulling back every time he saw that she was about to reach that point.
Sweat bathed her neck and her back and she almost cried when he pulled away yet again, exasperated and needing something more from him. At last, she grabbed his shoulders, and with a force that she didn’t even know she possessed, she pulled him up, knowing that no licking could ever bring the satisfaction of feeling his hot throbbing pole inside of her. He paused on top of her, lacing his fingers with hers and then kissing her slowly. Even in the dim light that came from the living room, she could see the hunger in his eyes, the curiously long eyelashes, and the freckles on his nose. He smiled and kissed her again, taking his time, biting her lower lip, licking her teeth, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
“G-d, sometimes I wish I didn’t have to hurry so much with you,” he muttered, pulling her t-shirt and bra off, leaving her naked and expectant beneath him. “On one hand, all I want is to be inside of you, because nothing feels better! But then I know that it would be over so soon, and it’s so depressing!”
She ran her fingers through his long, fine hair and whispered,
“But then you can always be inside of me again…”
“Can I?” he wondered somewhat wistfully, but before he could add something, she shook her head stubbornly and insisted,
“You can!”
He didn’t pursue the conversation, but smiled and said,
“Well, thank you ma’am.”
She loved the mass of his body atop of her, and as thin as he was, he still somehow felt substantial, strong, and the way he embraced her was powerful, with her breasts crushing into his chest, her nipples tickled by his chest hair. With one experienced move, that she always found fascinating, he pushed into her, and her womb was full and wet and hot in an instant, filled with eager, thick length of him. His hip bones ground into hers and there was a familiarity in the tilt of his body, of his pelvis against hers, which made her moan loudly with utter joy. That powerful push, the supreme pleasure of the actual penetration, the slip of the thick head past the rim of her folds, made her arch her back and he let her, easing off her body, giving her freedom, letting her thrust her hips on to him and revel in the ecstasy of the moment.
She knew that he was watching her, because he liked to observe her reaction, hear her pleased panting, and she didn’t care, because she loved him and loved every movement of his body, every sensation that he produced within her, and upon her flesh. Warmly he kissed her, from her mouth to her throat, caressing her shoulders and her neck tenderly, sliding in and out of her, his pelvis nestled right against her clit, each thrust massaging it as well.
“Oh my G-d, Caleb, how can you fit so well?” she marveled, kissing his bulbous shoulder, enormous next to her face, dragging her tongue over the protruding veins on his arms, which became especially pronounced when he played guitar and towered over her during lovemaking. In her head, guitar and sex were inextricably linked together, since those thick, indelicate fingers produced magic on the strings and on her body as well.
‘Guess it means that maybe you were made for me,” he whispered, kissing her eyes and the arch of her brows, his thrusts deep and robust, his hands on her breasts, stroking, teasing her nipples.
“I think that maybe I was,’ she agreed. Her legs wrapped around him, pushing him closer, holding him to her for as long as these fleeting minutes would last. His vein pulsated under her lips, and she kissed his neck, inhaling the heady scent of wine that came off his breath. As tense as she was from pleasure, it was also the most relaxing of all of their sessions, because they were alone, together, meshed and connected like never before. She crashed against the intruding shaft, climaxing over and over against its unrelenting pushing, climbing and falling the sublime ladder of such extreme enjoyment, that at last tears slipped down her hot cheeks, and he licked them off, unstoppable now. His grip on her body became rougher, as he pushed his hips against hers, filling her utterly, encouraging the flood of her orgasms, biting her nipples, bruising her lips with his mouth. She felt him come, his essence mixing with hers, lips and tongues and fingers and hair intertwined, breaths mingling, scents rubbing off on each other.
She held him in her arms, kissing his damp forehead, stroking his amusing pointy ears.
‘Not bad, girlfriend…” he sighed with enjoyment. “My cock never felt so good!”
She chuckled and kissed his nose.
“I am so happy for your cock. Anything I can do to make it feel better just let me know.”
“There is a lot I can ask you to do to it!” he laughed. “So careful with your offers!”
“I don’t mind one bit. In fact, I kind of like your cock a lot.”
‘Ah…good to hear!”
“Some of your ladies weren’t as complimentary?” she sniggered.
“A couple of years ago, I wouldn’t have been very complimentary either!” he admitted with a frown. “I was always fucked up on something and half of the time my dick didn’t work at all…The last person who wasn’t impressed was Kimberly Stewart. I was a little altered…and things didn’t go very well.”
She rolled her eyes and smacked him not at all lightly.
“Aw!” he exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder.
“I can’t even believe you! Fucking that slut? Jesus Christ! I need to bleach my insides now, knowing that the same cock penetrated me and Kimberly Stewart.”
“Ugh, she is not so bad!” he defended himself unsuccessfully.
“Not so bad? Fine, I could tolerate the thought of that coked-up slut Kate Moss, since it was a long time ago,”
“She was inspirational in some ways,” he reminded her gravely, rising to his knees and then lifting her off the stairs.
“But Kimmie?” she kept on raging, even as he cradled her in his arms and walked to the second floor, laughing and kissing her.
“All right, all right! Bad judgment on my part! Can you forgive me?” he kissed her again, before depositing her on the bed.
She kneeled and wrapped her arms around him.
“No one so objectionable anymore, please?” she begged softly, drawing her thumb across his full lips.
He shook his head,
“No one…Promise. But why are we talking about this right now? I’ve just had sex with the loveliest girl I can imagine having sex with, a most beautiful woman too…why the fuck is she forcing me to remember Kimberly Stewart?”
She laughed.
The morning was dark, and just before the sunrise, fat rain drops began steady drumming on the window sills. She snuggled closer to him, and he held her to his chest, draping his arms around her naked body.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” Caleb roared when a door bell noisily intruded into the lazy enjoyable morning.
He was kneeling behind her, his hands on her hips, his member buried deep inside of her, moving unhurriedly. He roused her from her sleep a few minutes before, lifting her to her hands and knees and entering her eagerly.
“Who the hell is this?” he muttered under his breath, annoyed, but unstoppable. His hands smoothed over her bottom and she turned her head to him.
“Maybe it’s important?”
“Maybe it’s not,” he argued.
“Caleb, honey, why would somebody be here so early if it wasn’t important?” she reasoned.
“To spoil the best morning of my life!” he growled.
“We’ll have the best afternoon, evening and night,” she promised softly, stroking his hand and rising up. He kissed her and then withdrew reluctantly, shaking his head.
“I swear to G-d,” he kept muttering, as he rummaged through a dresser, looking for a pair of jeans. “Why, why must someone call now?”
She was kneeling on the bed, naked, watching him. He glanced at her, rolled his eyes and moaned,
“Fuck me! And you look absolutely stunning now! Beautiful!”
She blushed from the intensity of his admiration, as he came over to the bed and stroked her head. Then he gently squeezed her nipples in his fingers and bowed to kiss her.
“Wait here….don’t move, all right?”
“And where would I go?” she laughed.
The door bell rang again.
“I am fucking coming!” he bellowed. “Wait!”
“The moment I am back,” he said, pulling on the rosy tips of her breasts, “we are starting anew.”
“It’s a promise!” she grinned, kissed his chest and watched him go downstairs.
He took two stairs at a time and opened the door, cursing under his breath.
“Hey bro!” Nacho greeted him jovially.
“Yeah…hey. What?”
“Let me in?”
“Probably not.”
But he stepped aside and Nacho entered, carrying a paper bag.
“You doing okay?” he asked.
Caleb closed the door and nodded.
“Just swell. What are you doing here? It’s early.”
“Well, I was up anyway. And I brought some of your girl’s things, since you guys left so unexpectedly yesterday.”
Nacho handed him the bag, which contained her purse, some clothes and shoes.
‘Where is she? You two are together? She is,”
“Upstairs,” cut Caleb. “Listen, I appreciate this. She needs her phone and her wallet and stuff. But…We are okay with her. I am good with her. And I think that for now, that’s how we’ll leave it.”
“We are glad you are happy, but,”
“No, no,” Caleb interrupted him, “that’s the thing, I am fuckin’ happy with her. She is pretty amazing. And I am not feeling any love from any of you…for me…for us. So I gotta figure things out here and see how I am going to proceed.”
“She is that important to you?”
Caleb paused and then said,
“Yeah.”
Nacho stood silent for a long time, digesting. Caleb was rattled by the rejection of his girlfriend. But what was different was that he actually cared, and was clearly upset.
“The guys wanted to talk about the band…” he said at last.
Caleb bit his lip and said,
“Dude, I got to make it with her.”
