Warning!! This story contains really hot smut.. Do not read if your eyes are prone to melting.
Disclaimer: Not ours, not making anything from it.
A/N: As promised, here is the second chapter that I wrote for the ladies on PerfectlyPlum. I've very much enjoyed writing for these smutty ladies.
Cal's Turn
I hate seeing her this way. Bobby had called me and asked me to come up and sit with her when I got back from looking into a couple of break ins. Steph sure did pick a shitty time to get sick. Everyone in the office was running on little or no sleep. That didn't keep me from coming up here and taking my turn at watching over her.
Steph had a special way of seeing past people's exteriors and looking deep inside. It was never more evident then the first time we met. I'm not delusional. I know that I'm scary looking. But, she didn't bat an eye at the flaming skull tattoo on my forehead. She's a kind and forgiving person who has never once shied away from physical contact with one of us. It's her attitude towards life and her willingness to give people a second chance that has won her a place in everyone's hearts.
"Are you sure that you can hang with this?" Bobby asked as I sat in the chair next to her bed.
"Yeah," I said on a sigh as I leaned my head back. "I've got the next few hours. It'll give everyone else a chance to get things under control. Ranger's on his way back, right?"
"He should be back in a day or two," Bobby said with a nod as he took Steph's temperature. "She should sleep pretty well for you. I was really concerned at first, but some of the guys have been saying that she's been kind of quiet."
"You look like shit, Brown," I said with a large grin after he fell silent. "I've got her. Go get some rest."
"Call me if her temp goes up," Bobby said as he hesitated to get up and leave.
"Get the fuck out of here, Bobby," I said as I relaxed my grin to try to reassure him. "I can take care of a sick woman."
"Alright," he finally said as he walked towards the door. "Make sure that you keep her wiped down."
"I know," I chided as I shooed him out of the room.
I'm not an imbecile like everyone thinks. I have a brain and I know how to use it. I have a fucking degree in engineering. I can fly anything that's meant to be in the sky. I'm a certified sharp shooter. But, I can't take care of a sick woman? Who's the dumb ass now?
Settling back into the chair next to the bed after the apartment door closed, I pulled out a slightly worn copy of Janet Evanovich's Wife For Hire. I had gotten it from Steph a few weeks ago during a surveillance shift. She said that it was one of the best books she had ever read and said that I had to read it. I know who Janet Evanovich is. I know the style of her books. That's why I've been hiding it from the rest of the guys, for fear of being called a Pussy.
"Okay, Steph," I said quietly as I flipped the book open and found the first page. "At the turn of the century, the Bigmount Brick Company hired new arrivals from Eastern Europe to work in the New Jersey clay pits. The immigrants settled in the company town of Bigmount, and in the neighboring town of Riverside, building modest brick and frame houses on small lots. They kept their streets and windows clean, built bars on every corner, and poured time and money into the construction of their churches. Five generations later, the population had been Americanized somewhat, but Riverside was still a blue-collar town with clean windows. The Russian Orthodox women still brought their bread to the church to be blessed, and the Polish National Hall was still booking weddings."
"You have to keep reading," a small voice said, breaking the silence after I quit reading out loud.
My head jerked up and my eyes met a pair of shimmering bright blue ones. She had a large grin plastered across her face as she looked up at me. No doubt pleased that I was actually reading a book that she had requested me to read. I took a moment to check her temperature and give her a drink before I continued on with the book.
"Ever since Maggie Toone was a little girl she'd wanted to hold her wedding reception in the Polish National Hall," I said, once I got the book back open to the page that I was on. "The country club in Jamesburg was prettier and any number of area restaurants more comfortable, but the PNA Hall had the paste wax dance floor that was smooth and dusty. It whispered with the slow numbers and thumped like a heart beat when the stout ladies came out to polka…"
My eyes fluttered open when I heard a soft voice speaking to me. I looked over at the chair next to Ranger's bed and saw a sight for sore eyes. I had never been afraid of the large man with the flaming skull tattoo. He was really a sweet guy and I enjoyed spending time with him. It wasn't until recently that I discovered his love of reading and had given him the book that was resting in his hands.
"You have to keep reading," I whispered when he fell silent, still on the first page.
I smiled when his head flew up and his soft brown eyes met mine. They were eyes that I could stare into and never get tired of. He leaned forward and took my temperature before he forced me to drink some water, a small smile tipping up the corners of his full lips. He settled back into the chair and found his spot in the book again.
His voice was soothing, deep with a slightly raspy sound to it. It was a voice that was meant to sing slow love songs. My delirium started setting back in as my eye lids started growing heavy. I heard a soft, low beat pulse through the air as red and blue lights flashed behind my eye lids.
The black mini-shirt and blue halter top were doing nothing to attract Ranger's skip. He seemed to be more interested in Lula then me. I guess the full figured, brazen attitude of my African-American friend was more his type.
"Get him outside," I whispered in Lula's ear. "Tank and Hal are out there waiting to take him."
She flashed me a smile before she turned to the skip and suggested that they get some fresh air. He eagerly shook his head and followed her like a puppy dog out the front door. I spotted a familiar face at the end of the bar and made my way over. He smiled and nodded at me after he took a long pull off of his beer.
"Night off?" I asked as I leaned against the bar next to him.
"Yeah," he said as he lifted his empty bottle towards the bartender.
He looked down at me and then held up two fingers at the guy behind the counter, indicating that he wanted one for me too. I looked behind the bar and saw Junior smile at me as he sat the two beers on the bar. I reached under my shirt and pulled out the wire, putting it in the hand Junior held out to me.
"Tell Tank I'll get her home safe," Cal said to Junior as he pulled me away from the bar. He smiled down at me and said, "You look like you could use someone to dance with."
"I'm all yours, Big Guy," I said with a large grin, it had been ages since the last time I actually got to dance for fun.
A slow, sexy beat started coming out over the speakers as he circled his arms around my waist. I slowly started circling my hips as I inched closer to the large man in front of me, his massive thigh slipping between my legs. His face was just inches from mine as we moved together to the beat that was booming around us.
His hand slowly slid up my back and came to a rest on the back of my neck, a slow sexy smile appearing across his lips. In the flashing red and blue lights of the club, he was a God among men. His broad shoulders, rock hard pecks, and chiseled abs apparent under the skin tight white 'wife-beater' tank top. His loose faded and ripped jeans hanging low on his narrow hips. If only everyone else in the world could look past the skull tattoo and see the man that I know. They'd know just how absolutely lucky I was to have this man wrapped around me.
The next song that came over the speakers was slightly faster and had a Latin beat to it. His right hand appeared on my hip and pulled me closer, moving his thigh higher up between my legs. Every move that he made rubbed against me, making my cheeks flush bright pink as my system lit on fire. I tilted my head back and let my hair swing freely as we moved together.
"You are incredibly sexy," he whispered as he bent his head down to my ear. "I wish I could take you right here on the dance floor."
Desire rushed through my body as I tilted my head slightly to meet his eyes. They had grown dark, lust turning them from their usual light brown to almost black. I felt a smile cross my lips as I ground myself harder onto his thigh. His breath hitched and I noticed something hard press into my hip as I rotated mine into his. My right hand slid from his lower back down to his perfectly tight ass as my hips rotated around again.
"You're asking for trouble, Little Girl," he murmured as his hand slid from the back of my neck around to cup the side of my face.
We moved closer and closer as the music got faster and faster. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for more as I felt his right hand slide down my hip and over my ass. The only thing that I could think about was fucking his brains out, not caring that we were in the middle of a dance floor.
Air got trapped in my throat when I felt one of his large fingers slip under my skirt and caress my thong. The air was finally released in a small cry as his finger slipped under my thong and inside me. Our lips were just a breath away as we breathed each other in, his breathing just as labored as mine. His left hand slid from the side of my face and trailed along the bare skin on my back, finally coming to rest on the hot flesh just above my skirt.
It was the hottest thing I have ever experienced. The music beating heavily as other people danced around us. Our lips so close, but never touching. His heated body moving against mine as his thick finger slowly moved in and out of me, caressing my g-spot exquisitely. It was more then I could take and an orgasm crashed over my body, leaving me trembling in his arms.
"I want more," I whispered against his lips.
I could no longer concentrate on the book in my hands. She had nodded off before I got to the third page and minutes later started shifting in the bed. I tried to ignore her and keep reading, but I caught the sight of her hips circling under the blankets and felt the temperature in the room rise dramatically. I felt myself harden and cursed myself for having heated thoughts about the sick woman laying in the bed next to my chair.
"I want more," Steph whispered in a raspy voice.
SHIT! I don't think I can take any more of this. She's moaning and thrashing about in the bed and she says that she wants more! The erection in my pants hurts more then anything I've ever felt and I'm ready to shoot myself in the head. Please let whoever she's dreaming about tell her that she can't have anymore, I pleaded with God. I'll go to church every Sunday for the rest of my life. Even during football season!
"Please, Cal," Steph whispered in the same raspy voice. "I want you.. inside me."
"Oh… my… god."
"Please, Cal," I breathed. "I want you inside me."
"Then I think I need to get you out of here," he whispered against my lips as he slid his finger out of me. "I want to be able to take full advantage of the situation."
He quickly got us out of the club and into a black Explorer. The ride to my apartment was fast. At one point, he had taken a corner on two wheels. His need for me was just as strong as my need for him. Within a blink of an eye, he had the SUV parked and me to my apartment door.
I found myself pinned to the door once I got it closed, my rock hard nipples smashed to the cool wood as his lips caressed my shoulder. I shifted my hips back and ground against his, feeling his impressively large erection rubbing against my ass. The growl that emanated from him sent chills down my spine.
Reaching between us, I found the front of his jeans and worked one handedly to get him free as his hands slid down my body. I heard fabric rip and wasn't disappointed over the loss of another thong, they were ruined anyway. I felt his erection slide between my legs and glide against my lips. He pinned me flush to the door as he worked his cock back and forth against me, but never entering.
"Please, Cal," I begged as he continued to torture me, an orgasm building low in my gut.
"Please what?" he whispered huskily in my ear.
"I need you," I begged again.
"What do you need from me?" he whispered as his right hand slid between my hips and the door, snaking under the hem of my skirt and following the trail of his erection. I was feeling more turned on that he wanted me to tell him what I needed.
"I need you inside me," I whispered breathlessly, desire coursing through my body faster then ever before. "I want to feel you inside me."
"Please, Cal," she whispered as her hips moved up and down off of the bed. "I need you."
I'm not ashamed to say that this had to be the most erotic experience of my life. Steph was running a high fever and delusional as she begged for me in some type of sexual dream. I was transfixed as I watched her move over the bed. My erection was killing me, but I couldn't help but sit in my chair and watch her.
"I need you inside me," she whispered huskily. "I want to feel you inside me."
"Holy. Hell."
My world shattered as his finger slid into me. My orgasm was more intense then on the dance floor and had me screaming out his name as his erection slid against me and his finger hit my g-spot. Lights flashed before my eyes and he drew out the orgasm, biting into my shoulder sending a new sensation into mix with the pleasure that had flooded my body.
I felt my body floating through the air and realized the Cal was carrying me back to my bed room. I felt cool sheets slid over my heated skin as my eyes finally cleared to find Cal smiling down at me. His lips finally found mine and I heard angels sing as his tongue slid over mine.
My legs parted as he settled between them, the anticipation of another orgasm already sweeping through my body. This man was an animal. The more pleasure that I got, the more turned on he became. His hands came up to cradle the back of my head as he pulled away, nipping my lower lip in the process.
"I've been waiting for this," he whispered as I felt his erection caress my opening.
"Please," I begged as I tilted my hips, trying to get him inside.
Her whole body went taut as she screamed out my name. Thank God the apartment is sound proof. Her screams had echoed off of the walls for minutes after she had went slack in the bed. Or, maybe they were just echoing though my head. Either way, I was no closer to being able to go back to the book that was now on the floor. I was leaning forward, my elbows on my knees, as I panted. She was absolutely magnificent and I knew that I'd be dreaming about her for weeks to come. Shit! I really needed to cum!
"Please," she whispered.
His face softened as he looked down at me, a small smile making the corners of his lips twitch. He was more stunning now, as the light from the parking lot outside my window filtered through my blinds, then in the club. My hands slid up his body, dragging his shirt with it. He reached behind his head and pulled the shirt off, never breaking eye contact. I slid my hand behind my neck and untied my halter top, slowly pulling it up my body and over my head.
His eyes left mine for a moment and drifted over my breasts, making me go even more wet. His right hand came up to my breast and he ran a callused thumb over my aching nipple, my back arching off of the bed for more contact. Every thought was wiped from my mind as the purest feeling of desire that I've ever felt flooded through my body.
He slowly lowered his lips to my right nipple as his hand continued to manipulate my left. My nails bit into the smooth skin on his back as I tried to pull him closer. I was in agony, desperately needing him to fill me.
I cried out his name as he bit down on my nipple and slammed into me at the same time. Passion swirled around us as my hips met his thrust for thrust, both of us climbing higher and higher. Sweat glistened on his skin and my hands slid over him, the need to feel him driving me mad.
His lips caught mine as he rolled us over, allowing me to take control of things. I sucked his lower lip between my teeth as I pulled away, nipping it lightly as he had before. Leaning all the way up, I slowly started to rotate me hips as I moved up and down. Every cell in my body was screaming for release, but I kept my tempo slow to draw out the feeling.
His muscle slowly started to tighten under my hands and I knew that he was getting close. I sped up my pace slightly and watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. My name slipped from his lips as he spilled out inside of me. The feeling of him twitching inside me, sent me spiraling out of control, moaning his name as I rode out both of our releases.
"Damn, Baby," he whispered once I fell onto his chest. "Remind me to take you out dancing more often."
"If this is the result," I whispered as I trailed my nails over his ribs, "then I'm all for it."
My eye lids slowly lowered as I listened to the steady beating of his heart under my ear. I faintly felt him resituate us on the bed and pull the covers over us, pulling me close under his chin. The smell of him lingered through my senses as I drifted off to sleep, hoping that he'd be up for another round before work in the morning.
Jesus Fucking Christ! I had pulled her into a sitting position when I couldn't take it anymore, trying desperately to wake her up. She had pinned me down and started humping me. She slid over my painful erection and I exploded in my cargos, silently thanking God. She moaned out my name and I swear that I felt her convulse over me.
I finally got my breath back and got her comfortable laying back down in bed. Running into the bathroom, I quickly washed myself off in the sink and prayed that none of the guys noticed anything when they came up to check on her. It took me a good twenty minutes to get my wits about me before I could walk back out of the bathroom.
I felt my face catch on fire as soon as I opened the door. Two bright blue eyes were staring over at me. She gave me a large grin as she rolled over on her side and snuggled down into the blankets.
"Will you read some more for me?" she whispered as she let out a small yawn.
"Anything for you, Bomber," I said once I got my voice back.
A/N: Just so you know, there is no more to this. They were just the two chapters that I wrote for Em. She thought that eveyone should read the constant thoughts that go through my head. Thanks for reading!-Kate