Catching Caitlin (6 page)

The hairs on the back of
my neck stood up.

“You smell enchanting,”
he whispered, almost as if I wasn’t supposed to hear it. I pretended to not
hear him, and found the cutting board.

I straightened myself
out, but slower than I needed to. I was surprised how much of a kick I was
getting out of this.

“The things I want to do
to you,” he growled.

“Oh yeah? What kinds of
things?” I handed him the cutting board, and he set it on the counter without
turning around.

“We have this nice
kitchen counter here, and it just seems so empty without you bent over it, you
know?

Now he had my interest.
We hadn’t done much but make out, and now he was dirty talking me.

“Go on...” I gave him a
devilish smile.

He grabbed my hips,
pulling me closer to him as he spoke. “Like, choke you and hold you down, while
I fuck you from behind.”

My mouth was parched.
“What else?”

“You’d beg for me,” he
turned and put the hamburger on the cutting board. “Beg for me to keep going.”

He took a piece of beef
and smashed it down into a patty. I was bewildered, this was a completely
different side of him coming out.

Hugh flattened out the
rest of the beef into patties. “Two enough for you?”

“Two? That’s more than
enough.” I didn’t want to waste too much time eating.

“Of course we are.” He
put the patties on a plate and carried it out to the balcony.

He had a small grill
hidden in the corner. He lifted the aluminum lid, revealing a spotless cage of
wires. A pyramid of charcoals were already stacked up, ready to be lit.

I crossed my arms,
suspicious. “You want me to believe you had this already clean and ready to
go?”

“What’s not to believe?”
he set the plate down, and went to work on lighting the charcoals. “I always
clean my grill right after I use it. Why deal with cleaning it later?”

“I guess so. Maybe I’m
just lazy then.”

“Maybe you are,” he said,
a smirk on his face. He got the charcoals lit and we waited for them to ash
over. After a few moments of gazing at the landscape together, he turned and
gingerly placed each of the patties on the metal mesh.

I sat down in one of his
chairs on the balcony, giving up on helping. I was pretending to stare over the
barren landscape, but he was much more interesting.

How did I not notice
before, how tight his ass was? My mouth was watering, ever since our talk in
the kitchen, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him pinning me down and fucking
the lights out of me. Just his smooth skin, touching mine. The warmth of him
filling me up.

When he was satisfied
with the flame, he replaced the lid on the grill. He didn’t move to sit down
next to me, but instead opted to lean over the railing and study the horizon.

The sun was low in the
sky. Orange and pink hues, like water colors, filled the horizon. I could just
barely make out a star twinkling above us, or was it a planet? I never could
remember.

The orange glow didn’t
have any trouble cascading over the sage and dry land, illuminating long and
sickly shadows. They almost seemed to creep right up to our balcony.

“I hate to say this about
Nevada,” I said. “But it is beautiful.”

“I seem to remember you
saying you never thought of landscapes were beautiful.”

I frowned at him. “I said
that about cities, and I’m still not convinced with Reno.”

“Fair enough,” he
chuckled. He closed the lid on the grill when the heat was just right.

The burgers started
sizzling, the smell of smoke and coals rose into the air.

I pointed at the grill.
“Was that just plain hamburger you pulled out?”

“No, I had already rubbed
and mixed in my spice blend. I couldn’t say I made mean burgers if I just made
plain-jane ones, could I?” He inhaled deeply, before stepping back and joining
me in the balcony chairs. He reached over and grasped my hand.

Hand holding felt so
intimate. There was this sense of comfort to it, a sense of security.

The burgers
were
delicious. I only had to take one bite to know that Hugh didn’t screw around
when he made claims. The meat was perfectly juicy, a bit of spice accented each
bite, with a good fulfilling flavor.

After finishing my first,
I picked up my second burger a little embarrassed at how much I craved it.

“I knew you’d want two.
No one can have just one of my burgers.”

As I started into my
second burger, it dawned on me. This house was the one Hugh had with his wife.
Maybe that’s why the decorations were so much more lavish. Did she run away
with another man?

I checked Hugh out again,
seeing if I could detect what could cause a woman to run away from him. I
couldn’t.

***

W
hen we finished eating,
I offered to take the plates in, since I knew he’d want to clean his grill.

While I washed the plates
and scrubbed the cutting board, I stared at the sea-shelled backsplash. What
kind of person was she?

Was the blonde woman in
the picture his wife, or someone else? A mistress? I felt my back pocket,
checking to see if the picture was still there. It was.

I dreaded confronting him
about it for some reason. Maybe I was scared of the answer.

He came in as I finished
washing up, and opened a cabinet.

“Would you like a toddy,
as a dessert?”

I nodded. He casually
moved to retrieve two glasses and pulling down a bottle of scotch.

“How do you know I don’t
want something softer, like wine?”

“Because of the way you
drank on the airplane. You aren’t into light drinks. You can handle the hard
stuff.”

Hugh handed me a half
filled glass of coffee. I watched as he poured another for himself. It was a
bit strange drinking with him. He was already drinking when I met him in high
school, but I always stayed sober and dry. Now that we were drinking together,
it felt weird.

He held his glass up, and
toasted; “To rekindling old passions.” We clinked our glasses together, and
downed them simultaneously.

I wrinkled my nose. I
forgot I hadn’t had a chance to shower since yesterday, and it was starting to
catch up with me.

“Mind if I use your
shower?”

“By all means,” he said.
“There should be a clean towel in there.”

“Perfect.”

I set the glass down on
the counter, and wandered in his bedroom. My mind was still burning. Who was
his wife?

***

I
closed the bathroom
door, and immediately noticed that there wasn’t any lock on the handle. The
shower wasn’t the whole square box affair I was used to: it was tucked behind a
distorted glass wall, no door keeping anyone from walking in. The only thing
that kept the water from running all over the bathroom was a small lip of marble.

Needless to say, it was
extravagant. Light filtered through the glass and jumped all over the stall,
giving it an comforting atmosphere.

I pulled the picture out
of my back pocket, thankful to see that it wasn’t kinked or creased in any way.
Maybe I was just jealous of the woman in the photo; after all, it wasn’t like
Hugh had a picture of
me
hidden deep in his office drawer. I hid it back
inside my jeans and carefully placed them in the corner of the bathroom. I
slipped out of the rest of my clothes, and made my way behind the glass wall to
the shower.

There were two shower
heads, each one on opposite walls. I guess you could get quite soaked if you
really wanted to. Maybe for a partner? Did people actually do that?

I turned the tap, and
water sprang out of the shower head, a firm pressure to it. Steam quickly began
rising in wispy tendrils.

I was used to waiting for
what felt like ages for a shower to get warm, so I was already in heaven. I
climbed in and let the warmth soothe my racing mind.

I looked for what I
expected would be manly soap options, and wasn’t disappointed. A body fragrance
that made you smell like pine and tobacco, and a shampoo of spearmint. It
must’ve worked, because every time I got a whiff of his scent, I felt like I
was reeling. Or was that the alcohol?

I was rinsing out my hair
when I heard the click of the bathroom door. I struggled to open my eyes,
something I’ve always hated doing, and saw Hugh stripping down to join me. I
could just barely make his shape out through the distorted glass, and I bit my
lip in anticipation of him coming around. I knew he could see me, just my naked
outline. Was he just as thrilled as me?

He pushed his clothes
aside with a foot, and came into the shower.

He was smiling
arrogantly, but I couldn’t help but blush at his confidence. I’d never showered
with anyone else before. It had been so long since I saw him naked. He had
certainly filled out since high school.

Though he had never been
unfit, he just looked older. He didn’t have what he had now: chiseled abs, with
that deeply grooved valley near his hips. My skin grew warmer, and I pushed my
wet hair out of my eyes. He stepped up to me, our toes just touching each
other.

He leaned close, but
didn’t touch me with his hands yet. His hand reached behind me and grasped his
loofa, while his other hand grabbed the body wash. The pine tree and tobacco
one.

It felt... dangerous. His
lips were inches away from mine, and I glanced down and saw him engorged.

He set the body wash back
down, and touched my back with the loofa, the suds cascading over me.

“I’ve never had a man
clean me before,” I whispered. He didn’t answer. He brought the loofa from my
back to my breasts, carefully lathering them. The smell from the body wash hit
me like a wall, and I nearly choked inhaling it so deeply.

He took my wrist, and
held up my arm as he dragged the loofa across it. I don’t know if it was
because of the toddy hitting me, or that dream-like look he had in his eyes,
but I was completely his. I was at his command.

He took my other arm and
washed it as well, before running the sponge back to my stomach.

I jumped a little,
suddenly noticing his erection. He acted as if it wasn’t there, moving the
sponge down and slathering both my legs in soap.

“Turn,” he said, an
unrevealing tone in his voice. He put a hand over my eyes and pushed me under
the stream of water. The soap ran down in channels. He was closer to me now,
and his cock pushed against my ass.

“Caitlin.” He gently
moved my shoulders, and I turned back around to face him. I could just taste a
kiss on my lips.

He leaned down to meet
me, and pushed his lips against mine. I held him to me, our kiss lasting for
what felt like centuries. Nothing else mattered at that moment.

When I pulled away, he
had a curious look.

“Did you still want me to
choke you?”

I had forgotten about our
conversation, and he must’ve seen it in my face. “If you want,” I said.

I nodded, “I want you to
choke me.”

“If you feel like things
are getting too intense, just say ‘red,’ okay?”

“Okay.”

He slid his hand across
my shoulder, a light touch, which only surprised me more when he took a hold of
my hair and yanked my head back.

I winced, but more
playfully than anything. He leaned in close, and kissed my neck. Then he put
his hand on me, and squeezed, pushing me against the shower wall. It was
slippery from excess soap, and I slid into the corner of the stall as he
pushed.

I gasped, both enraged
and amazed at how turned on I was. I reached out and stroked his wet cock,
admiring its hard ridge underneath my fingers. He grunted in pleasure, moving
close to me, and loosening his grip on my neck.

I gasped for air, a sense
of satisfaction washing over me.

“Let’s take this to the
bedroom,” he muttered. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He
knotted it around his waist, his wet footprints leading out into his bedroom.

I followed, a warmth
growing between my legs. If I hadn’t just been soaking in water, I could have
guaranteed I’d be soaking wet anyway.

Back in the bedroom, the
sun’s setting rays turned the room orange. The sounds of the night were
beginning to echo outside the open balcony door. It was still refreshingly warm
outside.

He turned on the lamp,
and patted the bed beside him. His towel was loose, and I could almost taste
his cock in my mouth. That sultry power I would have over him, however
fleeting, would be amazing.

“Get over here and get on
your knees.”

I did as he commanded,
moving closer and kneeling down. He opened his towel, his cock engorged and
needy.

I scooted closer to him,
his knees parted for me. “Let’s get rid of this thing,” he said, tugging at my
towel and making it fall in a heap.

My skin was still moist
from the shower, and my wet hair dampened my back. He held his hand against my
cheek, “Look at me, Cay.”

It was hard to focus on
his eyes, I just wanted to hear him moan again.

I wrapped my fingers
around his cock, taking pleasure in his twitch and groan. He leaned back on his
elbows, watching me work my magic.

“Your mouth, Caitlin. I
wanna see your mouth full of my dick, and you can’t use your hands.”

I nodded, and let go. I
leaned closer, and parted my lips, guiding his shaft into me with my tongue.

He twitched again,
moaning loud.
Yes, that’s it, moan for me.

I twisted my tongue
around his shaft, wetting it more than it already was. A drop of pre-cum oozed
out the tip, and I gulped it down along with my saliva.

He shuddered, “Faster.”

I reached back and
gathered my hair up into a taut pony-tail, and held it away from my mouth. I
pushed down onto him, taking him as deep as I could go before my eyes watered.