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I was early -or how I met Caleb Followill	By : Roossmit Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kings of Leon Views: 1177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know Kings of Leon, never met them, this is fiction and I don't make profit off of it.

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We walked back to the coffeeshop and there were the men, giggling like little schoolgirls. They sat on a bench outside and as soon as they saw us, the laughter became more pronounced.

“You look purple” Jared hiccupped.

Caleb looked really relaxed and threw his hand around my waist and sat me down on his lap. He began to cuddle me with his hands around my stomach, rubbed his face on my back and whispered;

“I like you purple, why aren’t you purple more often?”

We ordered some normal tea and after maybe half an hour of grown men seeing things purple they were somewhat back to their normal selves. I was still in Caleb’s lap, and when I tried to get up he held me,

“Oh no you don’t, it’s either you or another joint in my hands.”

Well, allright.

We couldn’t take the guys to any restaurant as they were, so I decided to cook myself, in my home. We cycled –which seemed to be more difficult for the men now than it was earlier- to the supermarket to pick up stuff, and I thanked myself for cleaning that morning. During the grocery shopping and cycle ride the men seemed to be completely back to normal again, because their cycling improved with the minute.

While Jessie and me were cooking the pasta and chopping the vegetables, the boys and Johanna were searching my room. Caleb came down with a framed picture of Piter and me, with two very big, one-eyed creatures.

“Do giants live in Holland?”

I laughed, “First of all, I’m not from Holland, I’m from the Netherlands, and that was at a music festival here. I think you played there once or twice; it’s called A Campingflight to Lowlands Paradise. And those are street performers posing with me and my best friend.”

“Your best friend is male? Should I be worried?”

“Yes, you should be very worried,” I smiled, “He’s always touching me, we slept in the same bed, he’s seen me in my underwear and we used to live together.”

“He’s your boyfriend?!”

Jessie excused herself and said she went to look at my room. I was amusing myself, but decided to put him out of his misery.

“He’s gay, Caleb, he’d like you better than he’d ever like me.”

Caleb looked at me incredulously, looked at the picture again, looked at me again and walked towards me. He lifted me on the kitchen top; our faces were at the same height now. He parted my legs en stood in between them. We pressed our bodies together. The change of atmosphere from almost hostile to sexual was turning me on, and I clasped my legs around his back. He started kissing my neck,

“Alex, “ Oh, I loved how he said my name, “right now, you’re mine, and mine alone.”

Ah, I liked the possessive nature, and he was kissing the most sensitive spot in my neck. His hands traveled down to my breasts and began stroking them. I wanted him even closer to me, and I wanted to feel his behind, which I had been admiring all day in his skinny jeans. Apparently, he wanted the same thing, because he lifted me off the counter, my legs were still around his waist. Being so close to him, I could feel his hard-on, and boy! The man had some package! His right hand went under my t-shirt to cup my breast... I placed my mouth against his ear, bit on his earlobe and blew in it; I felt him shudder and he rocked his hips against mine.

“Ah Caleb!”

I couldn’t help myself; this was far too enjoyable to be true. Suddenly he stopped, and I looked at him, surprised.

“Why do you stop?”

He grinned his cocky, very sexy, smile at me and said, still a little hoarse;

“Your water’s boilin’.”

I looked at the stove and realized he was right, so I put the pasta in the water,

“Why don’t you fry the meat,” I said to Caleb while I shouted to the others that they had to set the table. Apparently, Caleb could cook, because he finished chopping the onions and almost completed the sauce. Dinner was ready in no time.

After a nice and cozy dinner, the others went their respective ways. Or –as Jessie put it- ‘leaving the kids to their business’. Caleb and me were doing the dishes, which I found out he wasn’t too good at, because,

“In Tennessee, we just barbecue a lot and let the dogs take care of the leftovers. And just so you know, I’m takin’ you out to dinner tomorrow night.”

Johanna and Jessie were right! I was so excited! I kissed him, and he was in the same mood… He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and walked up the stairs to my bedroom. He put me down on the bed and crawled over to me. I felt his weight on top of me when he asked;

“What did I promise to you yesterday?”

I had no idea, but I knew where I wanted this to go. I desperately wanted to feel him, so I put my hand on his erection and stroked his length. At first he moaned and started to move his hips in sync with mine, but then he grabbed my hand and locked both of them in this one hand above my head.

“Oh, no, no, no, I promised I’d make you beg for me to take you, and I plan on doin’ just that. So you’re gonna keep your hands right there, until I say otherwise. Are we clear?”

I closed my eyes and smiled, “Yes, Caleb.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and I immediately had problems with his order; from his chest hair to his abs, I wanted to touch him, and I especially wanted to feel his hard, preferably naked body against mine. He unzipped my skirt and ran his hands over my hipbones, but not close enough to my –now dripping- core.

“Caleb,” I moaned, “this isn’t fair!”

He chuckled, pushed his jeans-clad hard-on to my core, ran his hands under my shirt and cupped my breast over my bra. He bit my earlobe, just as I had done with his before dinner, and stroked my clit with his thumb over my underwear.

“It isn’t, isn’t it? I don’t fucking care. I’m gonna make you beg, and then scream my name. We’re just getting’ started here.”

I was twisting my hips, hoping to get more friction between my legs. He stopped my motions,

“Lay still.”

He ran his right hand over my underwear and slowly pulled if off. I was half-naked and completely still.

“Good girl, you want your reward?”

This man was driving me crazy with want, “Yes Caleb, please…”

He pulled my legs apart, put one finger inside me and began moving it. I rocked my hips and he immediately pulled it out again.

“What did I say?”

“Lay still.” I whispered.

He inserted his finger again and another one quickly joined in. Its felt so good, this man was obviously skilled in what he was doing to me. He placed his thumb over my clit and hoarsely said,

“You can move now.”

My hands immediately went to his jeans and unbuttoned it. For a moment I was lost when he rubbed his thumb over my clit. I moaned, and realized he had way too many clothes on.

“Caleb, take your jeans off.”

While he did that, I enjoyed the view of his muscular build and took my own shirt off. I began stroking myself and could see that that was affecting Caleb; he was hard and at attention. He slipped off my bra and kissed my nipple and kneaded my other breast with his hand.

“Oh, Caleb!”

Apparently, he had taken his boxers off together with his jeans. That, or he went commando, because I felt his erection against my leg. His fingers were back to my clit and all I could do was moan and enjoy the sensations flowing through me. I was getting close, until he stopped.

“Oh no you don’t… I haven’t heard you begging yet…”

“Caleb, please, don’t stop.”

“What do you want?”

“Caleb!”

“I want to hear you tell me, exactly, what is it you crave right now…”

My senses were heightened and I could feel his right hand very close to my entrance, and his hard-on right next to it; I was desperate at this point. I turned to my side so that his cock was at my entrance, and I could feel him shudder.

“Ahh, I want you to take me Caleb. Make me yours, and make me come. I want to feel your hard, big…”

He flipped my on my back and used his arms to lift his weight off of me. He began to rub his cock on my now very sensitive clitoris. I clasped my legs around his back and he pushed his erection in, quite slowly. I was panting for him to move, and he was slowly going back out and in again.

“Sweet Jesus… Alex you’re so tight. You okay?”

“Ahh,” I moaned, “Yes, please, Caleb, I am begging you now, harder!”

He stopped moving and as soon as I opened my eyes, and grinned,

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that…”

He slammed into me, much rougher this time. I felt high, and was getting higher. Caleb was thrusting into me harder and harder, and I could help scratching his back.

“Oh god, Alex, yes… feels so good.”

My moans were getting louder, and when Caleb slammed into me I was flying over the edge.

“Jesus Caleb!”

A couple of seconds later I felt him shudder all over and he collapsed on top of me. He rolled off of me and pulled me next to him. After a couple of minutes he lifted my chin and laughed,

“Now Alex, normally I last longer than that, but you woman! I wasn’t expectin’ you’d be so…”

I was still in my post-coïtal bliss and kissed him,

“O, don’t you worry, I enjoyed myself immensely. I haven’t come like that in… well, never.” I winked, “you want to take a shower with me?”

“You got to give me a couple of minutes here, but after that… definitely.”
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