“God, you feel so fucking good. Keep touching me, baby.” I let out a shuddering groan, rolling us slightly so I can press my body fully against his. The heat between us is intense, every inch of him pressing into mine. “Caleb…” I manage, voice low and rough, a warning and a plea all at once.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers, hands gripping the waistband of my boxers again, enough to where his thumbs graze my hips. “I want you to feel this… all of it.”
I groan, letting him guide me into a better angle, popping the button on his jeans and sliding my hands inside, feeling the firm weight of him through the fabric. The blanket hides us from the world, but under it, every brush of skin against skin, every teasing graze, and every desperate kiss is electric.
He pulls back just enough to smirk at me, chest rising and falling rapidly. “You’re so good to me,” he murmurs, lips brushing mine again. “You take such good care of me, Miggy.”
I can’t resist—hands moving lower, tugging at his waistband, brushing over the line of his boxer briefs. He shivers, moaning softly, lips catching mine in a long, slow, heated kiss. I let my hands roam, pressing, teasing, feeling the tension coil tighter with every inch of skin I touch.
His hands move over me too, fingers brushing along my ribs, under my shirt, down my sides, teasing, coaxing, driving me insane with need. I arch into his touch, pressing my hips against him, feeling him hard through the fabric. I tug his boxers low enough to graze over him, teasing along the edges, eliciting a sharp groan from him that makes my chest tighten. He bites my neck, nipping gently, and I shiver, pressing against him, pulling him closer.
“Are you gonna fuck me now, Miguel? Please say yes… because I don’t think I can take it anymore.” Caleb’s lip quivers a little and gone is my little brat and in his place is my submissive Caleb.
“Is that what you want, baby? You want your big brother’s cock in your pretty little holes filling you up?” I grind my hips against him and that makes him moan.
“I’m yours,” he pants. “Use me.”
THREE
CALEB
I forgotall about the warmth of the fire and the cozy cabin as Miguel's hands roamed all over my body, his touch electric and insistent. The heat radiating from him matches the inferno building inside me. His lips are on mine, hungry and demanding, and I can't get enough. I tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine, and he helps me, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion.
“Fuck. This. Movie,” Miguel growls against my lips, and it only makes me smile. He's right, the only thing that matters right now is us. I push him back, my hands already working on his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper in my eagerness.
He chuckles, a low rumbling that vibrates through me. “Easy now. You’re gonna get the piercings caught on the fabric.” He helps me out, kicking off his pants and boxers in one go.
I stand up, my own pants and underwear tugged off and kicked aside, as I straddle him, my knees on either side of his hips. Miguel’s strong hands grip my ass, pulling me down against him, and I can feel his hard cock pressing against my own. I rock my hips, grinding against him, and we both moan.His mouth finds my neck, sucking and nipping, no doubt leaving me covered in hickeys.
“Miguel,” I gasp, my head falling back as his hands roam over my body, teasing and tormenting. “Please...”
“Please what, little brat?” He taunts, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck to hold me steady. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I breathe, my hands tangling in his hair. “I want you inside me.”
He groans, his hips bucking up against me, and I can feel the wetness at the tip of his cock teasing me. I reach between us, my hand wrapping around his cock and mine, and he hisses, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Fuck, Caleb,” he groans, his hips moving in time with my strokes. “That feels so good.”
It feels divine, his piercings rubbing against my shaft. Absolute fucking bliss.
I lean down, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth. He tastes like chocolate and cinnamon, and I can't get enough. His hands are everywhere, touching, teasing, driving me to the brink of insanity. My cock is leaking pre-cum and aching for release.
Miguel is my insanity.
He pulls away, his breath ragged, and I let out a sharp whine in protest. Miguel chuckles and pushes me back onto the couch, his body covering mine. His mouth finds my neck again, sucking harder, and with the scrape of his teeth, I can only imagine the marks he's leaving behind.
Nobody but us will know they were from him.
“Miguel,” I gasp, my hips bucking up against him. “Please...”
“Shh, little brat,” he soothes, his hand roaming over my chest and up to circle my throat. "I've got you."
I let out a pathetic-sounding whine as he gives a gentle squeeze.
He trails kisses down my chest, his tongue swirling around my nipples, and I arch into his touch. He continues his journey downward, his hands pushing my legs apart, and I can feel his breath on my cock. I look down at him, my eyes wide with anticipation, and he grins up at me—there’s a promise of ruin in his eyes.
Ruin me.
