Dropping the remote for my little vibrator, I snapped up the lid of the lube I brought, slicking up my fingers and driving them into him with no warning. He yelped, his hole clenching around my fingers. We’d been fucking like this at every possible opportunity, so I knew he wasn’t hurting, and he didn’t really need much stretching.
As if to prove my point that he hadn’t needed me to ease him into two fingers, Caelyx let out a sultry little moan, arching his back invitingly. His tight little channel pulsed around my fingers like a heartbeat while I lubed him up, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths as he watched me.
“Fuck me,” he panted. “I need it.”
“What do you need?” I asked, pouring more lube into my palm and stroking it up and down the thick silicone cock. I settled onto my knees, scooting up close to his body before pressing the fat head against his hole.
“Put it in me,” he pleaded, the smug, teasing tone from before mostly gone in the wake of his desperation.
“Put what in you?” I asked, blinking my lashes in that mock innocent way he loved to do to me. He grinned, but let out a light groan, letting his head fall back onto the pillows.
“Put your cock in me,” he clarified, panting. “Fuck me until I can’t see straight. Pound my prostate until I can’t remember anything but your name. Just fucking wreck me, okay?”
My heart smacked up into my ribs, my throat going dry. He wanted me to wreck him, but he looked wrecked already. He was sheened with sweat, his wavy hair tousled and messy, and his lips were dark and swollen from our extended makeout sessions. A tiny whimper crawled its way up my throat as I fumbled with my little remote before pushing inside him, gliding my hands up his body to grip at his waist.
He let out a raw, grateful moan, his head falling back to expose his neck and his spine arching up off the bed as his long thighs came up to clip around my hips.
I rocked into him with quick, hard movements, just deep enough to hit his prostate. Our slick bodies smacked together as I fucked him, his hips rising up to meet my thrusts and grind my vibrator against my aching dick.
Feeling feral and desperate, I groaned, my mouth dropping open as I shifted on top of him so I could grind over his twitching, leaking cock with every pump of my hips. His torso was already soaked with sweat, cum pooled in the lines of his abs.
“Oh god,” he moaned, his heels digging into my lower back. “So fucking good. You’re the best, Aspen.”
He was driving me crazy, my cock throbbing and twitching between my legs as I bucked into him harder and faster. I could feel his muscles clenching and gripping onto the dildo every time I struck that little bundle of nerves in him, his hole clamping down on me like he didn’t want to let me go.
Flexing my hips and bottoming out so deep my pelvis was pressed against him, my eyes rolled back at the strong pulses of vibration crammed right up against my aching cock. I let out a needy gasp, desperate for more friction as tendrils of electric pleasure crashed through me.
Even though I’d come hard enough to see stars only a handful of minutes earlier, I was close, my body trembling and quivering as I shuddered.
“I’m close,” I gritted out between my teeth, reaching down to take his throbbing cock in my hand. It was still slippery from the lube, letting me jerk him hard and fast as I fucked him.
“Oh, fuck. Me too. I’m right there,” he whimpered, his long fingers digging into the blankets under him. “Right there,” he repeated, panting and moaning.
Sparks shot up my spine as my fingers dug into his skin, my hips moving like pistons, my body urgently seeking another release. When it hit me, intense spasms rocking me from head to toe, I groaned, again burying myself as deep into him as I could. The intense waves drew on and on, ripping embarrassingly loud moans from my throat as my back arched.
He cried out my name again, his whole body going stiff as ecstasy raced over his face. His cock jerked, shooting out more ribbons onto his abs and chest, until his whole body went limp. The vise grip of his thighs around my hips loosened, and he let out a blissful sigh as he melted into the sheets under me.
Leaning my weight onto him, I gasped to suck air into my lungs, my chest heaving with exertion as I clicked off the vibrator. Any more stimulation and I would have screamed. He stared up at me, poking his lips out in an adorable and somewhat pitiful way.
Snorting, I carefully pulled out from his body and collapsed next to him so he could slant his lips over mine again. I wasn’t tall enough to kiss him while I fucked him, and apparently his mouth was already lonely.
“Stay home with me tomorrow,” he said, after another round of long, lazy kisses. “Skip class,” he reiterated, when I only blinked at him. “We’ve studied our asses off for finals, and you’re going to be leaving in a couple days. I need some time with you before you go.”
Skipping one day of classes wasn’t really a big deal, especially this close to a break, and we could always get the notes or watch the recordings of the lectures online, so I didn’t see any reason to argue with him. Plus, the vulnerable pleading in hisvoice about being apart for winter break gave me a pang in my chest.
Nuzzling into his throat, I nodded against him. “Yeah, okay.”
“Thank you, Cupcake.” He sounded so relieved, I couldn’t hold back the urge to wrap my arms around him, squeezing him tightly. “You’re so good to me.”
The rest of the night was sweet and chill and easy, barring the way Maddox teased us for moaning like porn stars when we finally emerged from the room to take much needed showers. It was incredibly embarrassing, but I couldn’t be too upset, since I knew Caelyx made it a habit of doing the same thing to him. When I asked why I had to be punished for Caelyx’s crimes, Maddox gave me a wry look.
“You’re guilty by association,” he informed me, and I couldn’t help but laugh. If that was the truth, then so be it. Caelyx was worth it.
We stayed up late, talking and kissing, until I could feel myself gliding into exhaustion. The weight of his arm crossed over my chest and his head on my shoulder swamped me with comfort and relaxation, and I slipped into one of the best nights of sleep I’d ever had.
CAELYX
THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up in the way I’d been obsessed with since the first time Aspen had let me stay in his bed. Wrapped around him, with my face shoved into his neck or hair or chest, breathing in his perfect, woodsy scent. Unfortunately, sleeping over with Aspen came with the caveat that he’d always be awake before me, and he’d groan and squirm and fuss until I was forced into consciousness as well.
