The Coffee Shop Ch. 06

"I'm not going anywhere, Caleb," she replied as she cupped his face in her hands. "I'm here for you as long as you need me."

Then, she kissed him back, her first time doing so. Caleb responded with a deep moan, his arms tightening around her as he cradled her even closer to his body. The kiss started out gentle and tender but soon grew deep and dark with repressed passion. It was Caleb who broke the kiss, a growl escaping from deep within his chest.

"Take me home, Peyton," he grumbled, capturing her bottom lip and nibbling softly before releasing it. Peyton blinked away the fog that had consumed her, trying to focus on something other than the swollen swells of Caleb's lips.

"Huh?" she said intelligently when she realized he had spoken.

Caleb's eyes, now a deep, forest green, sparkled with amusement. "I said take me home." Peyton flushed and backed away from him with a nod, a little embarrassed about the display she and Caleb had made, in front of the police station no less.

She giggled to herself as she unlocked the car, shaking her head slightly as she lowered herself on shaky legs into the driver seat. Her lips felt swollen and bruised from Caleb's kisses, and her heart had yet to slow down its rampant pace. When Caleb stepped into the car, the smell of him assaulted her senses. She turned the air conditioning on in the car, needing the cold air to snap her out of her daze.

When Peyton and Caleb arrived at the Barn, her car was missing and the porch lights were on. Puffy storm clouds had moved in while they had been in the police station, tell-tale signs of a storm brewing. Peyton parked the car in the garage and walked side by side with Caleb into the Barn, her forefinger intertwined with his. Peyton knew it was ridiculous to feel as giddy as she did, for she had been in a relationship before, but with Caleb, everything was so different. She only had Efraim to compare him to, and so far Caleb was the complete opposite of the man who had almost singlehandedly destroyed her heart.

He cared about her feelings and he actually regarded her as a person and not a plaything to dress up. Caleb wasn't a drama queen, prone to dramatic episodes and rants about people and events that didn't go his way. He didn't expect her to do anything for him, in fact he almost expected her to do nothing. He didn't judge, he didn't push, and he didn't make her feel like she was lucky to have him.

"Penny for your thoughts," Caleb murmured quietly in her ear when he opened the back door for her. Peyton flushed and met his gaze to find his head tilted slightly, his eyes open and filled with curiosity.

That was another key difference between Caleb and Efraim. Caleb genuinely wanted to know her, the real Peyton, not mold her into someone else.

"It's a little cheesy," she warned him as she stepped inside the house, breathing in the warm air tainted with the remnant smells of breakfast. "And we both know how much you hate mushy stuff."

Caleb chuckled as he took off her coat, his strong fingers brushing intimately down her shoulders as he helped her shrug out of the sleeves. "I believe you are the one who can't stand romance," he reminded her. "I'm rather partial to it."

Peyton turned to face him, shaking her head with a smile. "No one talks like that anymore."

"In case you've forgotten, I work with a seventy-five year old woman eight hours out of the day. She says 'jinkies' when she drops something or points out what girls have a 'classy chassis'." Peyton giggled against her will.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" Peyton asked.

Caleb nodded after hanging up his coat and purposefully put his hands low on her waist. "She pointed out that you are in fact 'super classy'." Peyton swallowed hard when he pulled her into his body, the moisture from her mouth suddenly evaporating at the heat that radiated off Caleb's chest. "I have to agree with her," Caleb murmured.

Peyton's eyes closed as his lips descended down upon her neck, brushing softly over the skin. He found the vein at her throat pulsing and he neatly bit down, his fingers tightening around her belt loops to keep her in place when she jerked in his arms.

"Caleb..." she murmured, putting her arms around his neck, giving in completely.

Clearly Caleb hadn't expected her to yield like she had -- his surprise was evident in his stiffening frame and the soft catch of his breath in his throat. Peyton smiled against his shoulder, fighting a laugh that was threatening to escape.

"Peyton," he said thickly, his swallow audible, "we have to talk."

Peyton's smile faded a little and she pulled back so she could see his face. His eyes, dark with hunger and other emotions she couldn't identify locked onto hers, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. Never before had a single look made her react so powerfully.

It was exciting.

It was terrifying.

"Talk about what?" Peyton asked, remembering that he had spoken.

"About us," Caleb chuckled darkly as he backed away from her and ran a hand through his hair. "And we should probably talk before..." His eyes went over Peyton's head in the direction of his bedroom door and she flushed at the implications. She was supposed to be the level-headed one in this relationship, but a few kisses from Caleb had her turning back into the hormonal teenager.

Peyton nodded and took Caleb's hand before following him to the living room. They both sat on the couch, a sudden awkwardness taking over.

"Well?" Peyton couldn't help but tease when Caleb remained silent.

Caleb's cheekbones flushed with color briefly before he cleared his throat and met her gaze. "I've never been in a relationship before," he said quietly, the laughter fading from his eyes as he stared into hers. "And I know we're a few years apart and you have more experience with relationships than I do." Peyton tried not to snort at that. Her 'experiences' had been proven failures in the dating ring. The one that had actually lasted just about destroyed her.

"But I don't see why we can't be together," Caleb said firmly, his tone pulling her out of her dark thoughts. "I really want to be with you. Not as your roommate or your social project or just friends -- I want to be your boyfriend."

Peyton tried not to smile, but it was hard. He sounded so young and earnest, and was completely sincere. With Efraim, she had been surprised to learn that they were together. He had simply told her that they were an item. Never before had she been propositioned or asked.

Was she truly ready to be with Caleb? Granted it'd been months since her relationship with Efraim ended, and he had certainly moved on after she left. But had Peyton really moved on though? Would she be able to give her all in this relationship with Caleb?

Only one way to find out.

Peyton turned to face Caleb on the couch before speaking. "Caleb, I want to be with you."

"As my girl," Caleb clarified, his hands resting on each of her thighs as he leaned closer to her.

A smile slowly crossed his face as Peyton wove her fingers into the collar of his shirt to counteract his touch. "As your girl," she agreed, grinning back at him. Caleb's eyes burned brilliant green and he lowered his mouth to hers, as though the kiss finalized the pact.

Peyton pulled him closer to her, her hunger weeks suppressed dying to surge forward. Patiently she held it back, knowing that now was not the time to jump Caleb like a cat in heat, no matter how badly she wanted him.

Caleb deepened the kiss in response to her tug on his shirt, his tongue pressing against her lips for entry. She opened beneath his onslaught and gasped as he deftly pulled her beneath him by her thighs so he could lower his body on top of hers.

Instantly her conscience tried to kick in, reminding her to take it slow. Vainly Peyton tried to push her worries into the back of her mind, not wanting to analyze the situation, not when her body needed this -- him -- but it wasn't working.

"Stop thinking," Caleb growled against her neck.

"I-I'm..." Peyton shuddered as he bit down on her neck again. "I'm not thinking."

Caleb chuckled darkly against her skin before rising above her. "I know you better than you think." He smothered her response with his lips and tongue, dipping into her mouth as though scooping the words right out of her. "And I can tell when your mind is somewhere else," he murmured huskily as he broke the kiss.

His hands moved up from her thighs to the flare of her waist and in a quick move he rolled her above him. Peyton's hands tightened on Caleb's firm chest as she sought for balance and she rose above him to catch her breath.

Caleb bit on his bottom lip as he studied her with heavy lidded eyes. Part of Peyton wanted to claim that bottom lip as her own because dammit they had been skirting one another for over a month now and she didn't want to wait. The other half reminded her that she needed to take their relationship slow and make sure Caleb wanted this for the right reasons.

Caleb sat up slowly. "Stop it. I can see it all over your face," he whispered, his forehead resting on hers. "You're worried that you're going too fast. If you should stop and put in a movie and tiptoe around how badly you want to kiss me right now." Caleb cupped her face in his hands, his fingers gliding into the strands of her hair as he held her close to him. "I'll let you know if I'm not ready, Peyton, I swear. But right now, you can't stop. I need this -- I need you."

Peyton smiled softly and pressed her lips to his, not needing further encouragement. Caleb groaned as her palms raked down his chest and he obeyed her push on his shoulders to lie down on the couch once more. Peyton looked over Caleb briefly, not needing to look below his belt at the generous lump that was filling up the space in his jeans. She could feel it against her thighs as she straddled him and like the rest of Caleb, it radiated heat that affected her to the core.

Peyton trailed her fingers down the thermal shirt he wore, pausing over his nipples and gently pinching them until they were small nubs. Caleb's Adam's apple bobbed frantically as she traced the outline of his stomach muscles, his breath quickening with every brush of her fingertips. When her hands fiddled with the hem of his shirt, Caleb caught her wrists.

"Kiss me," he murmured.

With a smile she ran her hands back up his torso to his shoulders, stretching out her body along his like a cat. Caleb grinned and took her mouth as his, teasing her lips with soft bites and his questing tongue. Each nibble and every kiss only directed her attention to the growing ache that was building in between her thighs. As Caleb's hands ran over her back and the curve of her ass, the touch sensual but gentle all in one, Peyton couldn't help but rock her hips against his.

Caleb broke their kiss, his gaze wild as he looked at her. Peyton instantly recanted. Had she pushed him too far? Was he not ready?

Caleb ran his hands up to her shoulders and pulled her down hard on top of him. His breathing was ragged as he lowered one hand down her back to the apex of her jeans, finding the core of her through the denim. Peyton's eyes fluttered close and her breathing faltered as his strong fingers slowly massaged her.

She moved with his fingers unbidden, her face burying itself in the curve of Caleb's neck as they began to rock together. Peyton was dying for more friction, for the tool inside Caleb's jeans, but knew better than to even suggest it. But his slow circular pats were doing nothing more than adding fuel to the fire and soon the ache there was so intense, each motion of Caleb's fingers made her wince with pleasure-pain.

"Ssh, babe," Caleb whispered. Peyton blinked her eyes open in surprise. Had she been making noises?

"You were whimpering," Caleb chuckled in her ear as his hand slid to the front of her jeans and easily undid the catch with two fingers. "Do you want me to take care of you?"

The question was frank, but it so sensual the way it was murmured, husky and deep with want. It spoke volumes of how much Caleb was enjoying this. Peyton gasped as he slid his fingers past her zipper and cupped her mound, surprised at how wet she was. Caleb was too.

"Christ, Peyton," he growled as his fingers swept over the damp fabric of her underwear. Her labia was swollen, puffy, and wet; the cotton clinging to her skin enough to where Caleb had to peel it away. His fingers began to map the area slowly, tracing over the curves and testing the hot, slick center, deftly avoiding the sensitive bump. Peyton buried her face in his shoulder when just the very tip of his middle finger slid inside her, his teasing just about driving her crazy.

"Caleb," she whispered against his collarbone. "Please you're killing me here."

Caleb chuckled against her hair and patted her folds, the wet audible slap causing a flush to rise to her face from how lewd the noise sounded. "Surely you've heard of delayed gratification? It has a bigger payoff in the end," Caleb teased.

Peyton bit his collarbone in recant. "Stop teasing."

Caleb chuckled, but Peyton couldn't register anything beyond what he was doing to her -- or in this case, what he wasn't doing.

"Caleb, please touch me," she practically growled at him.

Caleb smirked. "I don't think you're in any position to boss me," he chuckled. Peyton opened her mouth to retort -- and at the same time Caleb angled two fingers inside her and plunged deep. A gasp escaped her lips instead and Peyton's forehead fell forward to rest on his shoulder as his fingers stretched her and plunged in a rhythm that had her catching her breath with each thrust.

At first, Caleb's technique was merely plunging thrusts that aided only in making her body ache more for him. Soon, though, his fingertips began to search. Peyton whimpered as he made his explorations -- Efraim had often tried this with her when she wasn't being responsive enough or when he was trying to get her off quickly to get the main event. But Caleb's slow, torturous perusal told her that he cared little about finding that special part of her wall -- he merely wanted to drive her insane with want for him.

It was working.

In a fog, Peyton blindly reached for Caleb's mouth, kissing wetly across his cheek and nose until she found those soft, talented lips that fell open the moment their mouths brushed. Caleb's fingers then stopped dancing around the treasure he found and pressed -- hard. Peyton shivered and gasped above him, breaking the kiss as a white hot burst of pleasure radiated from the touch. Her eyes fluttered open as she blinked away the film to stare down into Caleb's face, awe filling her at the intense expression that sharpened his features.

Caleb thrust and pressed again, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to build up a powerful, effective rhythm that had her squirming and gasping in little time at all. Peyton's eyes squeezed shut as the current raging within her began to build and build, each shimmering wave of heat only aiding in her destruction.

Peyton was torn between getting away from the torture and ending it, her entire body shaking above Caleb's as his talented fingers brought her to the brink. But it wasn't his fingers that ended her. It was the mouth that latched to the curve of her neck, right below her ear. Caleb's teeth roughly bit into the tender flesh and Peyton discovered that it was, without a doubt, one of her major weak spots, if not the weakest spot she had.

Her inner thighs clenched around his fingers as her entire body rippled with the effect of his manipulations. "Caleb!" she gasped in surprise, a series of noises escaping her mouth as she exploded and shattered above him, her hot release flooding her jeans as she came.

Caleb thrust into her slowly and forcefully, dragging out her orgasm until she had to reach down and grip his wrist to pause him. But Caleb didn't let up. His thumbnail, slickened by her release masochistically flicked over the hard, sensitive bud, touching it for the first time since he had placed his fingers inside her jeans.

Peyton moaned and shivered in response, her arms shaking to hold her up until finally she couldn't anymore.

"C-Caleb, no more," she gasped into his ear, unable to push him away she was so weak. "I don't think...I don't think..."

Caleb chuckled darkly against her temple and pulled out his fingers slowly before pressing the pads of them against her clit. Peyton jumped at the electric shock that snapped its way up her spine.

With one tight pinch to her clit, Peyton was gone again.

The second orgasm wasn't as strong as the first, but it was close. Another tidal wave of release coated the inside of her jeans and Caleb's hand, and the twitches inside her were so strong that every muscle below her belly button was jumping in response. Peyton couldn't even speak as the orgasm rode through her, but she was sure her screams made it perfectly clear how she felt.

Breathing hard against Caleb's neck, Peyton lay weak-limbed against him, dragging in air as though she had been denied the right to breathe. No man had ever made her come that hard, not with just their fingers. Peyton dazedly wondered what would happen to her when Caleb made love to her. She'd probably self-combust.

Caleb slipped his fingers from her and readjusted her underwear and jeans before holding her to him.

Peyton regained her ability to speak minutes later, her ability to move still hindered by the vague spasms still shaking her thighs. She shakily put her hands out on the couch and rose up only to have Caleb pull her back down.

"Caleb‒" she began to protest.

"I-I have to admit I won't last long," he stammered shakily into her hair. Peyton finally registered how taut his body was beneath her and mentally shook her head in disbelief. "Seeing you come twice was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Caleb grumbled.

"Let me make you feel as good as you made me," Peyton murmured, stroking over his chest gently as she waited for his grip to loosen. Caleb opened his eyes and finally nodded quickly, obviously on the edge of his resistance. Peyton realized in that moment how much she liked that.

Kissing his lips softly to soothe him, Peyton slowly lifted the hem of his thermal just enough to where she could reach the belt, knowing he didn't want his scars so openly on display just yet. She pulled away from his mouth and kissed a direct path down his chest, lowering her body down his. Caleb's breath caught in response. He hadn't expected her to use her mouth and to be honest, neither had Peyton. But the overwhelming desire to touch him, to taste him, and to possess Caleb completely had Peyton throwing all her reservations and questions out the window.

She gently licked and nipped at the skin above his jeans as she undid the belt, listening to Caleb's soft gasps for air as she did so. A smile crossed her lips when one of his hands caressed the back of her head, his fingers slipping deeply into the strands.

Peyton noted a wet spot off to the right side of his jean-clad thigh and felt her mouth go dry. The length of him was trapped within the confines of his left pant leg, telling Peyton two things: one, Caleb was going commando; and two, he was more than just large -- he was hung.

Peyton pulled down the zipper slowly but with purpose -- it was too late for her to back out now and she had no intention of leaving Caleb unfulfilled. Peyton gently pulled Caleb's jeans down over his hips, her breath catching at the heady musk that filled her nose. Suddenly, Caleb's other hand came to his base and squeezed hard, the movement catching her by surprise.

Peyton glanced up into Caleb's face and saw the strain there, his brows furrowed as he fought for control. The idea that she had him wound up so tight amazed her a little. No guy had never almost lost control just from seeing her lose control. It was a heady feeling to have.