Determinism (Cara & Abel's Story) (9 page)

“Will you stop distracting me so I can finish getting ready?” I say to Abel. We are at his house and about to head out to the Colorado Rockies baseball game. He won’t keep his hands off of me and we are already running late. We planned on eating dinner before the game, but that’s not going to happen.

I’m applying my makeup sitting on his bed in nothing but a towel. I try not to watch him as he moves around the room in just his Hugo Boss underwear. What I want to do is peel them off of him and fuck him senseless. He looks over at me and I quickly look away. He just chuckles, and I drool over his legs — they’re so toned and muscular — and his back is insane. The definition of his muscles rippling through not only his skin, but also his tattoos, is so sexy.

“Cara, you’re driving me mad. You need to stop eye-fucking me, or we’re not going to make it to the game.”

I put my hand over my chest innocently. “I’m driving you mad? You’re the one who is strutting around here practically naked. I’m doing everything I can to contain my drool and not say fuck the game.”

“Oh, we’re going to the game, so stop eye-fucking me and hurry up, woman.”

I can’t help but laugh at him, he’s so funny. I finish my makeup and scrunch my hair, leaving it messy and down, just pulling my bangs back. I quickly dress in jeans and my favorite jersey. Of course I love the Diamondbacks — they’re my home team — and tonight that’s who the Rockies are playing. Growing up in Arizona, my dad took me to a lot of their games. Abel, being a Colorado native, is a huge Rockies fan. As I walk out of his bedroom, he is ready, checking his hat in the mirror.

“Damn. As much as I hate the Diamondbacks, you look hot as hell in red. Plus, it is my favorite color.”

I look up at him and grab the sides of his jersey, pulling his lips to mine. “You look hot as hell too, even in a Rockies jersey.”

He kisses me so softly, and I love it. Grabbing my hand, we leave and head out of his building. It’s a warm night and both of us decide to skip bringing a coat or hoodie. Since Abel lives in the heart of downtown, we walk to the game.

The closer we get to the stadium, the bigger the crowds, the more intense the energy. The fans are all crazy and excited, and most are drunk. I feel Abel tighten his grip on my hand and when I look over at him, he’s scanning the crowd while we walk. I love how protective he is watching everyone and ensuring that we stay safe.

I slide my arm around his waist, and he drapes his arm over my shoulder kissing my hair. Approaching Coors Field, the lights are bright and you can hear the announcer introducing the teams.

We breeze our way through security and head straight to our seats. I follow behind Abel, holding his hand tightly, and relishing the way it feels to be with him. He leads us closer and closer to the field, finally stopping at the fourth row behind third base. Our seats are amazing; we have a clear view of the entire field. We are seated above the Diamondbacks dugout, so there are a ton of Diamondbacks fans.

The field is basically surrounded by a huge wall of people, so many more than I expected. I didn’t think tickets sold very well here, but clearly I was mistaken. That explains the crowds out front and the insane energy. It’s also the beginning of the season, and our weather has been rockin’.

“Abel, these seats are amazing. How did you get these tickets?”

Before he answers me, a beer guy comes down the stairs. Abel signals him with his fingers that we’ll take two, and takes out his wallet. “From the station. My battalion chief had them and asked if I wanted them.”

“Any time he has extra tickets, I’m down to go.”

He hands me my beer, and kisses behind my ear. “I plan on taking you to a lot more games.”

I lean into him and rest my free hand on his thigh. “I want you bad,” I whisper.

He pulls the skin on my neck into his mouth, sucking hard, instantly making me wet. “Remember, we’re going to take it slow tonight. Be patient, kitten.”

I pull away from him and look into his sexy, hazel eyes. He’s still leaning over, his elbow resting on the armrest between our seats. I stick out my bottom lip and do my best to pout. Abel grabs the back of my head, gently pulling me towards him, biting my lip. “Patience, okay?”

I kiss him, then the crowd cheers and everyone stands as the first batter up heads to home plate. We do the same, and I see the Diamondbacks are all scattered across the field and ready to play. I set my beer down to whistle and clap, as some of the other fans cheer behind me. Abel looks at me and shakes his head, taking a swig of his beer.

Todd Helton is up first for the Rockies. He’s a good hitter and their first baseman. He has had a ton of home runs in his career and we have to use caution when pitching to him. Sitting back down, I can tell Abel is staring at me as I lean forward, watching intently. My stomach is in knots. As soon as the pitcher throws the ball, it’s a strike. He makes this look easy. Another two pitches and he strikes Helton out. Next up for the Rockies is their outfielder. He’s a lefty and I know this won’t be a problem. One throw and he whacks the ball, popping it high in the air. Our centerfielder waves that he’s got it and catches it easily. Next up and hopefully last for the Rockies is their third baseman. Three pitches later, he strikes out. I jump and scream, high-fiving the Diamondbacks fan next to me. I turn to Abel and lean down kissing him, not caring who sees us in that moment of excitement.

“We are so going to annihilate you guys.”

He chuckles at me. “Wanna bet on that?”

“Absolutely,” I say and sit back down.

“If your team wins, then you can do anything you want to me in bed. But if my team wins, then you’re at my mercy.”

I immediately reach my hand out and shake his. That’s an easy bet; I already told him he can do whatever he wants to me. A sly smile extends across his face. “Don’t be so quick to shake. You might regret it later.”

I turn my attention back to the game, because I know I won’t. For me, it’s a win-win. The game progresses at a quick pace, and before I know it, we are at the bottom of the ninth inning. The crowd is all on their feet, as the Rockies try and strike out the Diamondbacks’ catcher. The bases are loaded, and there are two outs, and the score is tied. As the Rockies pitch, the Diamondbacks’ catcher smacks the ball. The runner on third heads home and slides into base.

I turn to Abel and he has a smug grin on his face. “Why are you smirking at me?” I ask.

“To be honest, I’m excited to see what you have in mind for our bet.”

I lean down and whisper in his ear, “You’ll have to wait and see.”

I’m standing in Abel’s bathroom, naked and staring at myself in the mirror. I know we agreed to try and take things slow tonight, but I don’t know if I can do that, and I think our bet makes it null and void for tonight. Besides, neither of us has ever had slow sex, but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try.

Since I’m in charge, I decide to wing things and let what happens happen. As I exit the bathroom, Abel isn’t in the bedroom. I walk quietly into the living room and still nothing. I look out onto his patio and there he is. His back is to me and he’s leaning over the railing. At that moment it hits me what I want to do, so I turn off all the lights inside his condo and slide the back door open. He turns to me and shakes his head as I stand naked before him. I flip the last light off, the patio light, and now everything is dark. All I can see is his silhouette and the twinkling night sky. He walks towards me and slides his arms around my body, pulling me securely against him.

“Christ, you’re sexy. What do you have in mind for tonight?” he asks.

“I thought we could enjoy the view and spend some time outside?”

Just then, I hear the neighbors below us laugh. They must be outside enjoying the night as well. “Are you sure?” he asks.

I walk past him and lean over the railing enjoying the darkness and this amazing view. Abel is behind me, resting his hands on the railing and whispers in my ear, “You’re in charge tonight, kitten. Tell me what you want.”

I turn around to look at him and can see the reflection of the city lights in his eyes. “I want you naked,” I whisper into his ear, aware there are other people out here.

He removes his t-shirt, throwing it to the ground and unzips his pants. I can tell he’s looking at me as he steps out of them. He then removes his underwear and walks up to me.

“What else?” he asks, bracing the railing behind me. His body is inches from mine and hot; I can feel the heat radiating off of him in waves.

“I want to take things slow,” I say. And that’s the truth. I don’t have a preference what we do as long as we don’t fuck like animals. I want to experience a slow, passionate evening, and I want it to be with Abel.

“If I do anything too fast, just tell me,” he says. I nod my head and lean into him. We don’t kiss or rush moving our lips to touch one another’s. We just stare at each other. The closest we get to touching in this moment is our mingled breathing and my nipples lightly brushing his chest with every breath.

My heart is racing, and finally, when I can take it no longer, I wrap my arms around him, pulling his body against mine. He slowly takes his hands and grabs my face, winding his fingers into my hair. Then he pulls our mouths to touch and kisses me. I dig my nails into his back and remember that tonight is about taking things slow. I remove them and look up into his eyes. He looks at me with a smile and reaches down to grab his cock. He nudges the head against my sex and opens my swollen lips. Once he has me exposed and vulnerable to him, I focus on staying quiet as he rubs my pussy.

Abel sticks to his word and never forces things to move faster. He keeps the same rhythm and I feel a very strong orgasm coming on. I place one of my arms around his neck and grip my breast with the other, squeezing and tantalizing my nipple in between my fingers.

I hold onto my orgasm as Abel stops rubbing the outside of my pussy and sinks deep inside of me. He rests his hands on my hips and looks at me to make sure I’m okay. I move my mouth to his and we begin kissing, slowly, the same way our bodies move. Things are intense, coupled with the fact that we have to be quiet has everything in overdrive. Since Abel is so big, standing and having sex this way is no problem. Every time he moves in and out of me, his dick rubs my clit, which feels amazing. I let go of his arms and reach behind me to brace the railing. I lean back and the position is perfect. Abel makes low moans thrusting his long cock back and forth. His noises stop once his mouth touches my body, kissing and sucking everywhere he can. His hands are riveted tightly on my hips, his fingers are on my back, and his thumbs are resting on the front.

I can’t help but whimper as I look up at him. The outline of his body is gorgeous, and the care he is taking with me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He takes his eyes off of my body and locks them with mine. Although it’s dark outside I can tell he’s looking at me. His moans start again making mine get louder. I hear the people below us laughing. I’m not sure if they can hear us or not, but at this point I really don’t care.

I let go and come long and hard. It seems to last forever as Abel’s slow movements stroke the inside of my cunt and my clit all at the same time. He doesn’t pick up speed even as he comes and pumps himself deep inside of me. As we both calm our breathing and stare at each other, I notice the people downstairs are particularly quiet. Then I hear them go inside, closing their door rather loudly. I laugh and pull myself up to Abel. He does the same as he nudges my neck with his mouth.

“
Now
they go inside,” he says and nibbles on my ear lobe.

“I know, right? But wasn’t it fun to go slow and be quiet?”

Still sucking my neck as he starts to move his dick in and out of me again, he sighs, “That was the best.”

He continues and I become nothing but sensation, every nerve ending firing on pure ecstasy. Hugging him, he grabs my legs and lifts me up. I search for his mouth and kiss him eagerly as he walks us backwards to the outdoor couch. Gently he lowers my body onto the cool fabric, bringing himself down on top of me. As soon as we are pressed together, he begins to move, but not with his normal urgency. We take our time. I slowly move my hips to meet his long, slow thrusts. Instead of kissing him I move my mouth to his neck, kissing and sucking.