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Post by caleb hayes on Dec 26, 2011 22:55:26 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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The pressure on his waist was almost unbearable. She seemed to know everything about foreplay, something he too was familiar with. Caleb’s hands were pulled in two different directions; one under her skirt, where he felt the soft skin, and another to her face. As he massaged the soft skin under her skirt, his fingers drifting to the lacy underwear beneath, he gave a soft moan as she sucked his finger with her talented mouth. He didn’t know anything about her sex life, if she had one, but he was sure if she did it would be a good one. Shasta just had the confidence, he could tell, that would allow any boy to go insane. If a man didn’t go insane around her, well, they must be idiotic and blind. She was attractive and complex, something he enjoyed about a woman. As his fingers were let loose from her mouth, he brought his lips to her neck and bit down softly on the skin, wondering if a mark would be there later. Probably, but it didn’t matter. His hand played against the soft skin under the skirt and he grounded his hips into hers, gasping softly at the contact. ”I don’t want you to stop” and that was the truth. She could probably handcuff him to the cell and he wouldn’t notice. This was pretty much heaven, and she was his angel.
Soft voices were echoing down the hallway and his eyes widened as they focused on the door. ”Someone’s coming” he whispered, removing his hand from under her skirt and placing her gently on the bed and off of him. He stood up and tucked in his shirt before rebuttoning it after it magically came undone with her nimble fingers. The belt was fixed and he ran his fingers through his hair before the door busted open, allowing him his first glance at the angry Mayor Weston le Stoat. His face was as bright as a tomato and he glared at Caleb, who suddenly felt self-conscious that the wasn’t wearing his jacket. His jacket. Fuck. Caleb trained his eyes not to glance at the jacket, which just happened to be right above the mayor’s head. He also made sure that his eyes wouldn’t glance at Shasta, who hopefully looked presentful and didn’t look as though she was just sucking face with the deputy of police.
You have no reason to hold my daughter captive, Deputy Hayes Weston hissed, spitting on Caleb’s face. He didn’t flinch and studied the mayor’s face. I asked her very clearly to pick up some files I had left behind. I should fire you right now double fuck. Caleb suddenly feared for his job and was wondering what he could pull out of his ass to save his job. ”Mayor Le Stoat, your daughter and I had some things to discuss. We were in the midst of a rather heated discussion when your daughter tripped and fell, twisting her ankle. It was not server enough to transport her to the hospital, so I brought her back here until she was deemed well enough to travel back home. Your file is on the counter behind you.”
The jacket seemed to have fallen onto the chair beneath the camera as Weston turned around. Caleb stole a glance at Shasta, wondering what was going through her mind. He was scared shitless of her father and he wondered if she was too. ”I am so sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused you” he added, his hand running through his hair to hide the scar that was on his forehead. He was praying to any type of god that Shasta would jump in at any moment.
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Post by SHASTA LE STOAT on Dec 26, 2011 23:48:59 GMT -5
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Whoever said that beauty’s on the inside is a liar
shasta had always been very good at making out, and that was why she'd been labeled a tease in high school. she'd learned the art of taking a guy right to the edge before he wanted to strip off all of her clothes. admittedly, it was fun to make them beg for it, but she knew it wasn't fair. guys reacted to stimulation differently than girls, and she knew that much, but she'd never been that extra step. however, as she straddled caleb's lap and his fingers played against the soft skin of her inner thigh and up to her frilly underwear, she felt her throat constrict with want for him. she'd never been so physically attracted to a man before, even the ones she'd made out with. maybe it was his raw masculinity or his handsome face or his intriguing eyes, whatever it was she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. his fingers tasted salty against her tongue, and she smiled as she heard him moan. finally, she released his hand, and he leaned in, nipping her on her neck. leaning her head back, she sucked in a gasp and released it in a pleased groan as she surrendered her neck to him. his fingers beneath her skirt sent burning sparks of desire up her body, and as he pushed back against her, she dug her fingers into his shoulders, wanting more. they were in the jail, but her mind was so filled with desire for him, she didn't even realize her surroundings anymore. she easily pulled his cotton shirt out of his belt, her hand running over his washboard stomach as she leaned down and kissed him roughly on his lips.
it wasn't until he murmured gruffly that he heard someone coming, and she was suddenly being set down on the bed as he rose and went to the door that her mind came back to her. she felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her head and she sat dumbly for a moment. she recovered instantly when she heard the familiar voice of her father, stern as he always was when he was irritated. hastily remembering herself, she straightened her skirt which had ridden up to her waist, and reached up to tuck some loosened strands of her hair behind her ear. thankfully, caleb had stood directly in her father's eyeshot of her, and she was protected behind him while she arranged herself and made herself presentable. she heard her father's words as if he was speaking from far away, something about caleb having no right to jail her and she'd only been sent for a simple task. he sounded just like she had before... well, before she'd almost stripped off the deputy's clothes and made a whore out of herself right here in the jail cell. the thought made her blush, and remembering his hips grinding against hers, his hand toying with the skin beneath her skirt, only made her face redden more. she had to get a hold on herself. the last thing she wanted was for her father to know what had just been happening when he'd walked in.
caleb covered nicely, even bringing a smile to her face as he mentioned their 'heated discussion', and her father turned away to search for the mentioned file. rising to her feet, catching herself against the table within the cell as her ankle threatened to give way to her weight, she mustered up her pride and usual character. her father knew her, probably better than she knew herself in most cases, and she knew he could easily read the guilt on her face if she allowed it to show. so she had to make sure it didn't. before their 'encounter', she may have let caleb get screwed over and fired, but now, she felt... differently. it was like they were comrades in this now, and if he went down then she would as well. glancing at him, seeing his pleading eyes and the jacket which had conveniently slumped to the floor behind him, shasta offered him the briefest of smiles before her father turned around and came face-to-face with her. instantly, she thought she might lose it - surely he could see her flushed face, and the burning hot feeling of caleb's fingertips burned beneath her skirt like spotlights - but no. she was stronger than that. she could do this.
"daddy, you're back early," she commented, changing the subject from the impending firing. she knew he wouldn't do such a thing, especially if she assured him there was no need to do so, for weston le stoat was a kind-hearted man. that was what had won him the election every year for the past twenty years. she glided - as best she could with the pain that had returned in her ankle - out of the cell and embraced her father, hugging him tightly. she had honestly missed him as she always did. she was very close to her father, and she would always be his little girl no matter how old she was. unfortunately, i couldn't go much farther without the information in this file, he commented, giving caleb the evil eye as he released his daughter. shasta reached up and gripped his biceps, looking into his eyes as she always had when she wanted his attention. "daddy, caleb - i mean, the deputy... didn't do anything wrong. i didn't fill out the right forms, and then i... well, let's just say it was a misunderstanding," she confirmed, smiling softly at her father, feeling caleb's presence behind her like something tangible. she remembered his hands on her, the feel of his hot skin... she needed to focus. glancing back at him and then to her father so her eyes wouldn't betray her, she tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders girlishly. "please don't fire him. i'm fine now. we can go."
turning toward the entrance, she took her father's arm and led him out. she knew his anger wouldn't last long since he'd only been worried about her, and he soon took the lead toward the exit. taking the chance to look back, she paused briefly in the dark hallway leading from the cells in the back of the building out into the main lobby, the same hallway where she'd attacked caleb and managed to damage her ankle. her hand went to caleb's chest and she stopped him for the brief moment they had before her father realized they were no longer behind him. "i hope i'm not going to have to start speeding to see you again?" she asked, smiling slightly up at him. glancing over her shoulder and assuring herself that her father couldn't see them, she turned back to caleb and stole one last kiss. turning, she moved off after her father as quickly as possible on her hurt ankle. she knew he would already have all of her information considering he not only knew who she was now, but he'd confiscated her belongings and would have cataloged it all: including her cellphone and her phone number. hopefully he would use it to their mutual advantage, and if not, well, she could always drive a few miles over the speed limit. WORDS (1219) CLOTHES ( HERE) NOTES (EPIC MAYOR INTERRUPTUS FTW! NEW THREAD NAO?) |
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