Determinism (Cara & Abel's Story) (14 page)

I move my tongue exploring his mouth and I want to touch him. As I move my hands he stops me, grabbing them and pinning them down next to me. I am helpless beneath his hold. My hands are pinned and my lower body is being held in place by his hips. His ever so present erection shows me how much he really has missed me.

I start to panic because I don’t want him to see me in this ridiculous outfit. Stopping the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing. Trust me, nothing. I just need to change.”

Before another moment passes, Abel tears my robe open and stares at my red fishnet-clad body. His breathing stops as his eyes roam over me. “I don’t think you need to change at all. In fact, I’m going to demand that this is all that you wear from now on!”

Locking eyes with him, I say, “Really? I thought I looked like a whore.”

His hand cups my sex and his fingers quickly discover that this outfit is open. “Cara, you could never look like a whore. Sexy as fuck is how I would describe you.”

His skilled fingers separate the edge of my pussy and rub on the inside. Clamping my eyes shut, my head falls against the door as I cry out in desire. Abel’s mouth is back on mine as he slides my robe all of the way off.

“Why are you wearing this?” he asks as he picks me up and starts to walk us upstairs.

I wrap my arms and legs around his body as we move. “It’s for your birthday, or it was supposed to be.”

“Well, happy early birthday to me.”

He lowers us both down onto my bed and I unwrap my legs letting them fall open. Leaning up on his knees, Abel rips his shirt off tossing it to the ground.

When he comes back to me his mouth clamps around one of my hard, exposed nipples. As he’s licking and sucking, I reach for his jeans, fumbling to unzip them and get to his hard cock.

“Did you miss my cock, Cara?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please.”

He stands again removing his pants and my legs both fall to one side. “Stay like that,” he demands.

I do so and look up at him as he strokes himself until a little cum drips out of the end. With both of my legs to my left, Abel stays standing and nudges the head of his wet cock into me, moving slowly back and forth before he sinks all the way inside of me. “Fuck, I love your ass at this angle, and that I can still see your whole body.”

I reach my hands above my head and completely let go, turning over all control as Abel moves inside of me. His movements are slow and deliberate. With each pull and push my body is on the verge of shuddering. Looking up at him, I can see that he is watching himself as he slowly moves in and out of me.

His brows are creased, as if he is in pain from feeling so good. In the next moment he slaps my ass and slaps it hard. I whimper from the pleasure that shoots through me. And then he moves my body so I am bent over for him. My ass is exposed and raised in the air. He starts massaging it, matching our movements.

He brushes his thumb over my anus and says, “God, I want to fuck you so badly here.”

Surprisingly, the feeling of him touching me there sets me on fire, and the moment he pushes his thumb inside my body I let go. I have no control and didn’t see it coming. I rise up on my hands and push back into him slamming as hard as I can. With his free hand he grabs my hip, digging into my skin and moves me even harder as he lets go. His noises are long and low and sexy as fuck. I look back at him as he comes inside of me. The veins in his neck are protruding and his eyes are shut tight.

He opens them, slowing his movements and smiles at me. I realize then as he removes his thumb that it was still inside me. Apparently I liked how it felt, because I didn’t even realize it was there. My body pleads with me to relax after having every muscle constrained, so I lay flat on my stomach and Abel follows. His body is heavy and warm. The only coolness I can feel is from the metal of his nipple piercings pressing into my back. He moves my hair out of his way and starts kissing me, delicately leaving a trail with his lips from my ear down my shoulder and across my back. Then he presses his cheek into my skin and takes a deep breath.

“Will you still wear this on my birthday?” he asks.

I chuckle a little. “We’ll see. I may go back and get you what I wanted. This was Alexa’s idea.”

Looking around I think we have everything covered for Abel’s special day.

“This turned out great,” Troy says and pats me on the back.

I look around at the covered outside patio of Abel’s favorite restaurant, The Brewery. “Thanks, Troy. I appreciate you getting all of the guys here and coverage for the station.”

“Nah, don’t thank me. It was nothing.”

Troy gets pulled away by the guys, who are playing a game of pool. Vincent should be here with Abel any minute. They played a round of golf today and then planned on dinner, because I told Abel I got called in to cover a swing shift. We had a nice breakfast this morning and he was extremely understanding when I said I had to work. I just wanted to be able to get everything handled for his birthday. He has absolutely no clue about this surprise party and what I have in store for him.

Turning around, I see Alexa as she is walking towards me with a huge smile on her face and says, “Hey, girl. This place looks great.”

I embrace her in a hug. “Thanks, sweetie. It took all day to get everything set up. Thank God for all of the guys’ help. It doesn’t hurt how tall they all are either.”

She laughs setting her gift down on the table. “I just talked to Vince; he said they’re on their way here.”

My stomach flips in anticipation. I’m so frickin’ excited to surprise Abel and see the look on his face. Deciding to let the others know that they’ll be here soon, I stand on a chair and whistle. Everyone stops what they are doing and looks at me. “I can’t thank you all enough for being here today. I know Abel will feel the same. I just got word that he’s on his way. Can everyone gather together so we can yell
surprise
? I’m guessing they’ll be here in just a …”

Alexa taps my leg and I look down at her. “They’re here,” she says.

“Never mind, he’s here.” I scramble down from the chair and gather around with the others. We are all intently watching the entrance to the patio and waiting for any signs of movement. Once the door opens, I see him and Vincent laughing and in deep conversation. As soon as Abel steps in, we all yell “Surprise!” and he looks at me in shock. Immediately a huge smile spreads across his face and he covers it with his hands.

“Holy shit, you guys!” he says dumbfounded, walking over to me. He doesn’t hesitate wrapping me in his arms and devouring my neck. “Did you do all of this, kitten?” he speaks into my skin.

Locking my fingers behind his back I nod my head, breathing in his heavenly scent.

Pulling away he shakes his head and says, “You said you had to work.”

“Guilty as charged; I lied. This took all day to get ready, plus you and Vincent needed some time together.”

Troy and some of the guys come up and pull Abel away. I let him go and get things moving with the party; food, music, and drinks. The night is a whirlwind of fun. Alexa and I dance our asses off, and the guys join in too, and boy, can they move. Don’t even get me started on the dance off that took place between some of the guys from the fire station. It had to be one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.

As we all say our goodbyes out front of The Brewery, I’m excited to take Abel home. He is definitely tipsy. I would say this is the most I’ve seen him drink since we’ve been together. Tonight he was the king of taking shots. Grabbing his hand, we walk to my car and are the last to leave.

“Damn, Cara, your ass looks so fucking hot in those jeans.”

“Why, thank you. You don’t look bad yourself.”

I reach for the door handle and he grabs my ass squeezing hard and pressing my body into the car. I can feel his full erection pressing into me.

“The faster we get home, the faster I can make you come,” I say.

He laughs and moves off of my back. I open the door and help him into his seat and with his seat belt. Walking around the front of my car, I look in and he is running his hands over his face. Sliding into my seat I ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, babe. I’m good.”

I pull out of the parking lot and make the quick trip to Abel’s loft. He is quiet on the drive, so I reach over taking his hand in mine. As I cut the engine, he looks over at me.

“Cara, I feel bad I drank so much.”

“Is that why you’ve been so quiet? You’re fine, babe, it’s your birthday.”

I squeeze his hand and we make our way into his building. As we enter the loft, I lead him into his bedroom. On his bed is a red box. “You didn’t need to get me anything else, kitten. The party was more than enough.”

“But I wanted to. Now open it, please,” I plead.

It doesn’t take a lot to convince him and I can’t keep myself from attentively watching him take the lid off and remove the red tissue paper. Tucked neatly inside is the clear cock ring, a bottle of lube, and the red nurse’s outfit that I originally wanted to buy for him.

“What’s this for?” he asks holding up the cock ring.

“It’s a cock ring. I think it will be better if I show you rather than tell you.”

He tilts his head to the side, “Okay. Why did you buy lube? We never use it.”

I turn facing him and kneel before him on the bed. This is the most important part of his birthday present. I’ve thought long and hard about it and I’m ready. I want to give this to him and only him.

“The lube is the best part of your present. I know how much you want to take my ass. And I want to give that to you. I’ve never been with anyone in that way and I want tonight to be my first and with you.”

“Fuck, Cara. I knew I shouldn’t have drank so much tonight. You have no idea how bad I want that too. I want to fuck your tight, little ass and claim it as mine. But not like this — I’m too drunk. When we do it, I want clarity, so I can remember every single moment I’m inside of you. I want to remember every noise you make and how your body responds to mine. I want it all to be engrained in my memory, to hold onto forever.”

His words are by far the sweetest he has ever said to me. I know the men I’ve been with prior to him would’ve jumped at this chance and not given two shits if they were drunk or not. “To be honest, I’m a little scared. I’ve never done anything like this, so I’m okay waiting as well.”

“I’ve never been with anyone like that either, or ever had the desire to. I told you before and I’ll say it again, the things that you do to me are like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Look at how far we’ve both come together.”

“I know and I couldn’t be any happier.”

He takes his hand and threads it into the back of my hair. “Can I still fuck your pussy tonight?”

“Of course,” I say kissing him and removing the nurse’s outfit from the box. I trot off to the bathroom looking back at my mouthwatering man.

I have yet to try this outfit on, but I don’t think there is any way it could be any worse than the red fishnet one, and he loved that. The little frilly skirt barely covers my ass and my boobs are spewing out the top, but I guess that’s the point. Walking out of the bathroom, Abel is leaned back on the bed with his arms stretched behind him and fully dressed.

“Did someone call a nurse?” I say with the straightest face I can muster. He nods his head and waves me to him with one finger. I strut to him like a runway model thrusting one foot out in front of the other, he licks his lips making me want his tongue on my body. In fact, I can’t wait for it.

Once I reach him, he sits up grabbing my thighs, “I really like your skirt, nurse. Is it a required part of your uniform?”

“Yes, sir, it is. So, tell me what’s wrong with you.”

With a grin on his face he says, “Well, for starters I’m hot. I think I’m running a fever.”

“Then let me help you get undressed.” I reach for the hem of his shirt and have to stop to pry his hands off of my thighs. Once his shirt is off I begin the process of undoing his jeans and removing them along with his boxers. He stands before me naked, and I’m taken back by his perfection. Some might not like the tattoos or the piercings, but to me, they’re what make him not only who he is, but beautiful.

“Do you feel better?” I say whispering into his ear.

“Yeah, a little.”

He snakes his arms around my back. I walk us to the bed and push him onto it. He falls back with a huge grin on his face, “That’s not fair, you were supposed to fall with me.”

I shake my head and start to unbutton my small red top. Abel watches me with curiosity, like he’s never seen what’s underneath. My breasts pop free and are exposed to him, a growl from deep within him comes out and I know in that moment I have driven him crazy.

Bending over, I start to unbuckle my shoes, making sure that my ass is well in view of his face.

“God damn, Cara, I need to fuck you. I can see your pussy glistening for me because she’s so wet.”

Just when I get my other shoe off, he has me by my hips and is pulling me backwards to him. Removing one of his hands, he grabs his dick and guides himself into me.
Fuck, he’s so big.
Sitting on top of him with my back to his front, I whimper and start to move, no longer needing time to acclimate. Our bodies mold and work together like they’ve become accustomed to. It’s as if we were made for each other.