It was impossible for Caspin to get any sleep after the day he had with Kallie. His mind kept going back to her one night comment and he wondered how much truth was in it. He had to think back several years before he remembered an actual girlfriend. Had it really been that long?
Tammy had been his love or what he thought was love. They had dated for almost a year and then he found out she was cheating on him. He apparently didn’t get over it, because every single relationship he had, ended when they had sex. One night.
Thinking of the young blonde woman, he knew that what he had said was true. There was no way that one time, one night would be enough with Kallie. He was already thinking about her long term. She was one of those women that did not come around more than once or twice in a lifetime and the last thing he was thinking of was getting her out of his life. There was no worry of how he would feel the next morning with her. Caspin was convinced that she was the one for him, but her calling him out on his playboy ways, made him realize that maybe he had a reputation to get through first. He had to find a way to convince her that he was different and that it would be different with her.
Finally falling asleep, he was awoken with the sound of his cell phone and the special ring that he had programmed for her. It was the first song that came to mind when he thought about her and when he heard it, his heart started to pound in his chest. She must have changed her mind. Looking over at the clock, it was after two in the morning and he wondered if she had been up the whole time. His loins tightened with her lying there thinking of him.
Turning the light on, he reached for his phone. “Hello?”
“Can you come here please?”
Something was wrong and it was not the apparent romantic call that he had hoped for. Kallie was whispering into the phone and she sounded panicked. “What’s going on?”
“Someone is outside of the house. A couple of people and I don’t know what they are doing. There was like a drilling sound and now they are laughing. Please can you come here?”
“Yeah Kallie, I will be right there. Stay on the phone with me.”
He threw on his shoes and a shirt, leaving in just his boxers for the bottom. The phone went dead in his hands and it seemed that the short drive to her house was going to take forever. All he could think about was that there were men outside her house. He didn’t understand what the drilling noise could be, but he knew instinctually that he had to get to her.
Trying to call her back, the phone went straight to voicemail and it was like a bad omen of what was going to come. Something had told him to make her stay, but his ardor had gotten the best of him and scared her away at the last minute. It was torture, the last few miles and it got progressively worse when he realized that there was a fire coming from the direction he was going. Big billows of black smoke filled the air and as he got closer, he could see the flames. His heart stopped beating all together. There were no other cars around, no one else, but he knew that Kallie was still inside.
Moving towards the front door, the knob was hot, but as he grabbed and jerked it wouldn’t open. The screwing sound was the sound of the doors being screwed shut. Whoever had done it, did not want there to be any survivors. He tried kicking it in a couple of times, calling out to Kallie, but he couldn’t hear anything over the fire that was quickly consuming the old wood of the house. He spotted the newly replaced window and he looked for a large stone to throw through it. He worried that adding so much oxygen would make it burn hotter, but he had to get in there to save her.
Covering his hand, he smashed out enough glass to get through. His eyes already burned from being outside, but inside was worse. Squinting to the smoke and the heat, he called out her name again. Finally he heard her calling to him and then saw her moving towards him low on the ground. Grabbing her, he pushed her through the window first and then climbed out after her.
“Come on Kallie, we can’t stay here.” Helping her up, he pulled her away from the burning house and then to the passenger side of his truck.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded her head, but her eyes took in the fire in front of her. “Thank you Caspin. I don’t know if I would have gotten out of there on my own.”
“You would have Kallie. But I am glad I could help. I need to call the police and get them down here. Just sit there for a few minutes.”
He walked away from the truck, punching in the numbers for emergency services. He was so made that he could barely contain himself. The Wheelings had gone too far. They had tried to murder the woman he loved.
Caspin paused with the last thought. The woman he loves?
“911, what’s your emergency?”
***
Caspin took Kallie home with him. It wasn’t the way he wanted to get her into his bed, but after the day she had had, he was able to forget the dull throb of need that he felt. She had taken a shower and came out smelling sweet, but he had resisted. He had offered to sleep in a spare room, but she wanted him with her. Caspin took it as a need for protection and as he held her in his arms that night he knew that he would do anything to keep her safe.
Waking up the next morning to her soft, warm body next to him was torture and not near as easy to ignore. He could feel his thickness pressing against her rear, but she was still fast asleep. When he tried to move, she moaned softly and pushed her ass back further. She may have been asleep, but her body was not.
Caspin tried to move away, but her whimper kept him there. His hands moved down her side and stayed on her hip. He wanted to pleasure her, please himself, but he knew that he couldn’t. Frustrated with his blinding desires, Caspin thrust forward, pushing between her legs and against her warmth. That got a reaction and her sound grew louder. Her hips more encouraging.
Moving his hand down to her shorts, he pushed his hand in slightly and felt bare flesh underneath. “Please tell me you are awake, Kallie.”
She nodded her head. “As long as you don’t stop.”
He pulled her shorts down so that his fingers and hard length could feel the heat of her flesh. She gasped as his shaft slid along her core. When paired with his magical fingers on her quim, Kallie was quickly being pushed to a sweet end that was days in the making. Caspin’s other arm moved underneath her and pulled her face to his. His tongue pushed into her mouth as her body jerked beside him. “Yes, oh God!”
Feeling her wetness dampen his fingers, he groaned low in his throat. He moved his hand and then laid her onto her back. He needed more and his body was quickly covering hers. Looking down, her eyes widened as she saw his long thickness pushing towards her, the cockhead purple with need. Her hands went between their bodies and Kallie started to stroke his manhood, tugging on it as he groaned above her.
The phone rang next to them and they both looked over. It was Kallie’s. “Don’t you even think about it.”
His hands moved between them and took hers off of him. Pulling her hands up above her head, he tried to ignore the ringing next to them. As soon as it stopped, he positioned himself against her hot depth and was about to push in when the ringing started again. “Just let me get it, because whoever it is isn’t going to stop calling.”
Caspin agreed, but she had to strain to get her phone. He was not moving to help her get up. His cock lay on her wetness and he pulled back, smacking her slit with it before he pushed it between her wet lips. She gasped and then gave him a look when she saw who it was.
“Hello?”
“Miss Glenn. We need to get your statement and we’re hoping that you could come down to the station as soon as possible. There is a suspect in custody from the fire last night and we need you to come down here and identify that you have met him before.”
She asked who it was and the name was very familiar. She pushed on Caspin’s chest as she told the detective she met the night before at the crime scene. Hanging up, she asked him to get up.
“Come on Kallie. You can’t be serious.”
“I need to go down to the police station, besides that doesn’t count as my one night, right?”
He shook his head, but didn’t try to argue her one night theory. Looking down at his hard cock, the very thought of stuffing him in his pants was painful, but he had to. She asked him for a ride and of course he couldn’t say no.