Chapter 22 Brian
TWENTY-TWO
brIAN
“What smells so good?” Caitlin asked as she came down the stairs wearing leggings and a short T-shirt.
“In here!” I called out as I continued unpacking containers of barbeque and all the sides. “I stopped by Charlie’s Pride on my way back from Beaumont this afternoon. I don’t think it was around when you lived here. Try it.” I held up a piece of grilled chicken with a sweet and spicy dryrub on it.
I should have set it on a plate or used a fork but before I could stop her, she leaned forward to take the meat, her lips wrapping around my fingers in a way that had my dick slam to attention, pressing against the zipper on my jeans. Caitlin didn’t seem to notice.
“Oh, that is good,” she said. “It reminds me of that place we used to go to in Austin. What was it called? I haven’t been there in years.” She reached for another piece of chicken and popped it in her mouth, humming with satisfaction. I grabbed the counter, squeezing it.
“I, uh, can’t think of the name either. Something like Smokin’ Butts.
” There were dozens of barbeque places in and around Austin and most of them had punny names, but watching Caitlin eat with her fingers was making it damn hard to remember anything with all the blood rushing south.
“Should we take this into the living room and see what’s on TV?
” I didn’t wait for her answer and scooped up some of the containers and brought them to the coffee table.
Caitlin followed with her own stack of containers and I could’ve sworn I saw a smirk on her face when she set them down.
I frowned, abruptly wondering if she’d done that on purpose.
If that was the case, then game on. We got settled and I grabbed the remote.
“Funny or serious?” I asked when I pulled up the Peacock app.
“Definitely funny. Should we continue rewatching Parks and Rec?” she asked and I queued the next episode.
While we watched the show and ate, I had trouble taking my eyes off Caitlin.
She looked so at home sitting on my couch.
Like she belonged here. I wrestled with my desire to have a relationship with her.
I could easily lose myself being with her, and I worried how much that would impact my duties to the job and the town.
I needed to focus on what mattered. And currently it was the gorgeous woman sitting next to me.
When we finished eating, I took the containers back to the kitchen to put the leftovers away.
When I got back, Caitlin had the next episode ready to go.
She was attempting to get comfortable without getting too close, but she was struggling.
That wouldn’t do.
I laid down on the couch, stretching all the way out, and pulled Caitlin down to lie in front of me. Tucking a pillow under her head, I leaned my head on my hand so I could see the TV.
“Are you sure about this? I can move over to the chair if you want the couch to yourself,” she said quietly. I could feel her tense shoulders.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I kissed the top of her head. “Nope. I’m good if you are.” She didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to. Her body relaxing against me was answer enough.
We watched the next three episodes in this position and I couldn’t describe any of them.
Lying here with Caitlin in my arms was both comforting and frustrating.
It felt right. All of it. The way she fit in my arms. How her head rested against my chest. How relaxed she felt.
While I loved my house, this moment with her felt more like home than anything else I’d ever experienced but it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t.
It wouldn’t be fair to Caitlin. I knew that deep down but I couldn’t resist basking in what ifs.
What if things could be different? What if we could have everything we both wanted?
What if Henry was right and Santa Claus was real?
I gave myself a mental shake. I couldn’t contemplate a future where we both got what we wanted. There didn’t seem to be a way forward.
We had now and that was it.
I tightened my arm around her and tucked a pillow under my head. She shifted so we were sharing the pillow. When her breathing started to even out, I couldn’t resist stroking her soft skin where her T-shirt rode up.
Caitlin reached for my hand and placed it on her breast. I dropped my head down to kiss her neck. “I thought you were falling asleep.”
She shifted, her butt pressing against my erection. “Kind of hard to sleep with you like that,” she murmured.
I cupped her breast through her bra, feeling her nipple tighten against my palm.
I slid my thumb under her bra strap, sliding it back and forth over her skin and making her squirm.
Reaching up, I pulled the straps off her shoulders and lifted her breasts out of the cups.
Pretending to watch the show, I played with her breasts, massaging them and tugging on the nipples while her breaths came faster.
She pressed back against me, grinding her butt against my dick, and I could feel the small tremors as her arousal grew.
“Touch your breasts for me, darling,” I whispered into her ear skirting my hand down her torso, over her stomach to where I could play with the waistband on her leggings. She reached up to tug on her nipples. I wanted to see her doing it naked but didn’t want to break the moment.
I slowly worked my hand under the waistband, stroking her skin and enjoying her soft moans.
“Am I going to find you wet for me?” I asked her, teasing my fingers along her pubic bone until I reached her slit.
I easily slid two fingers inside, pumping them in and out.
Caitlin moaned, arching her back and tugging harder on her nipples.
“So ready. So needy,” I whispered. I pumped my fingers faster, addding a third and pressing my thumb against her swollen clit.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she chanted over and over. She clamped her hand over mine, urging me to go faster and harder and I complied.
With a long, low moan that I felt at the base of my spine, Caitlin tensed, her entire body stiff, then she shook as she came. I kept up the pumping, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible while she held tight to my hand. Only once she started to relax did I slow down.
Finally pulling my hand free, I licked her juices from my fingers moaning at how good she tasted. “Delicious.”
Caitlin caught me by surprise when she grabbed my hand and sucked on my fingers, releasing them with a pop. “Mmm, you’re right,” she said. “But do you know what’ll taste even better?”
My brain was trying to follow along but I couldn’t seem to catch up.
When I didn’t immediately reply, she pushed me onto my back, sat up and turned around to face me.
Her hands were on the button of my jeans and she paused, waiting for my consent.
I nodded and she popped the button. I hissed like a cat when she drew the zipper down. My dick was hard and ready to go off.
Pressing my heels into the couch, I lifted up and she tugged my jeans far enough down to pull my dick free. She wrapped her hand around the length, sliding up and down. Swiping her thumb over the precum, she used it as lube, pumping her hand as she jacked me off.
Just when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, she dropped her head and sucked me into her mouth.
I groaned long and loud, muttering a mix of compliments and gibberish.
Her teeth grazed the underside of my dick and I jerked in her mouth, making her choke.
She pulled off me with a gasp, but before I could suggest she stop, she sucked me down again.
I tucked my hands behind my head to keep from touching her, but my hips chased after her mouth every time she pulled up.
She moved faster and faster, sucking hard, and my movements became erratic.
I was going to blow and I knew it’d be a lot.
I reached for her shoulder, wanting to warn her, but she tightened her grip on my thigh, her other hand squeezing and rolling my balls.
“Oh fuck, Caitlin!” I shouted as my orgasm slammed into me with an intensity I’d never experienced before. “Fuck!” My body spasmed beneath her, and she continued to milk me with her hand and mouth before finally pulling off.
Caitlin grinned at me, delicately wiping her lips. Grabbing her arm, I pulled her toward me and she tumbled onto my chest with a laugh. I hugged her to me, kissing her deeply and tasting both of us on her.
This woman was addicting on so many levels—not the least of which was how well we connected sexually. It was moments like this that I would always treasure. I wanted to see how many we could share before our time together was up.