Lia’s body started to shake, and he legitimately thought it was from pleasure until he looked up at her face and realized she was stifling a laugh.
“Lia!” He pouted, taking her glasses and placing them on the nightstand after her nod. “People don’t usuallylaughat this part.”
“No, I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “I know, and I’m so turned on it’s wild, but—you did this in a fic I once read,” she told him. “I was very confused. And very obsessed. It was very eye-opening to a Catholic schoolgirl.”
Cal laughed too, because what the fuck. “BoLTs know mesowell.”
But soon enough, there was very little time to talk about his fictional proclivities, because Lia’s patience had run out shortly after, and a few more requests later, they were both fully naked, and he was inside her.
“Oh!” Lia gasped, clapping her hand over her mouth as Cal pushed inside her, his body shaking as he tried to go slow, to ease her into it. How had Cal gone so long without this? The fullness of another person, their warmth, the intimacy? He’d always enjoyed this part of being with someone. “Cal. This is good. This is...you feel so good.”
“You too,” he murmured, kissing her collarbone, pushing deeper. Lia’s hold of him was tight, and he could feel her holding back her sounds even as she tugged at his hair. This was going to kill him, surely. But what a sweet death it would be.
“You’re going to make me come with this,” Lia told him. “But I need you to do it harder. Oppa, please. More.”
The tension in Lia only seemed to escalate when he finally filled her to the hilt, and broke when he started to move. She thrust her hips against his, encouraging him with compliments in two languages. Their bodies moved together in a way that was different, but it felt so good. Enough that Cal was too close to coming too fast, and he slowed down, wanting this to be better for her. For her to come first, so he knew he’d done well.
The bed underneath them hit the wall with every thrust, creating a steady beat. God, this thing seemed fragile, but the thought seemed to vanish from Cal’s head as Lia raised her hips higher, and he was good at this.
Lia released a groan between her gasps of breath, and Cal loved it more than any song he’d ever written. It encompassed how he felt, too—and how wonderful it was that two people could find each other at this exact place and time. He thrust harder into her, and the creaking of the bed turned into a banging. He gripped the headboard for support, as Lia wrapped her thighs around him so he could fill her more, fill her deeper. God, he had forgotten howgoodthis felt.
“Faster. You want to make me come, Cal, I need it faster.”
So he went faster, his hand on the headboard the perfect anchor for him to piston his hips into her, his free hand raising Lia’s leg higher, his knees bracing on the bed.
When she came, she came with a shout, her body arching up off the mattress as she held on to Cal and said his name in between gasps. Her chest was red, as was her entire face, and Cal’s stomach tightened as her muscles did too, her cunt squeezing his cock.One last thrust,he thought,one more, and?—
Both of them jerked as he heard a crack, and the bed tilted. Wait, or was it just him?
Cal’s back suddenly twinged, and he was coming without having realized he was already there. It happened so quickly and took him by such surprise that his body buckled, and he rolled to his side, still inside her. Lia was laughing again, and he knew more because of the feel of her body shuddering against his, because suddenly Cal couldn’t hear? No, no, he was fine. Just a moment of sensory overload.
“Woah,” he said, his vision swirling for a second.
“The bedframe cracked.” Lia laughed, pushing up off Cal’s chest as she peered at where they heard the crack. He was still inside her, and her little motion made Cal jerk again, and her go back down, kissing his chest in apology. “That is something that happened.”
“That…is the last time I’m buying a bed pre-assembled,” Cal panted, easing his cock out of Lia’s body and throwing a hand over his eyes. The relief his back felt against the mattress could not be overstated. “Ahh fuck. Also the last time I skip the back stretch.”
“Are you okay?” Lia asked, sitting up. “Are you in pain? Where? I have Alaxan. Advil. Bioflu?”
“I’m fine.” Cal insisted, and it was his turn to laugh while his arm was thrown over his face. “I thought I was getting dizzy. Also my back hurts? Fuck.”
“Poor baby.”
“I can’t believe it. We broke the bed. Our first time.”
“I fear for your kitchen countertops.” Lia joked. "Also can we talk about your pandesal?”
“My what—? I don't have…?”
She made wild gestures with her hands. Vague shapes and exclamations from her hands, all words inadequate. And just in case it wasn't clear (because he still didn't get it), she poked him in the abs.
Ah. Pandesal.
“Oh! I get it now.” He nodded, looking down at his body. To be fair, he had just come from the gym, but that was most days anyway. He shuddered at her touch, as her fingers danced over the dips and ridges, where the soft parts of his body met the hard, the very hard. “Pandesal?!”
Lia laughed so hard that she actually snorted, which made a hilarious sound because her nose had been pressed against his shoulder, which sent them both in a ridiculous fit of laughter. God, they were never going to get anything done, were they? (Cal didn’t mind though?)
“I need to use the CR.” She announced after her giggles died down, kissing his cheek.
