“Can’t,” he gasps. “Can’t. Oh, fuck…fuck. There. There.Fuuuuuuck. Yes!”
His cock jumps, and his cum erupts from the tip, hitting his torso, his neck, and his chin. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
But I’m not done. I fuck into him harder, leaving my imprint on him, making him feel this, feel me.
When I come, my fingers dig into his skin, and I know there will be bruises there tomorrow.
He’ll see them and think of me.
My cock jerks, my balls drawing up, and I cry out, my neck straining, my head thrown back, my arms shaking as I empty myself into him. It’s euphoric, well-deserved. His hole grips me like a vise, and I nearly shout at how overly sensitive it is.
When it’s over, I collapse on top of him, right in the mess he made.
I inhale shakily, feeling completely worn out.
“You broke me,” Caleb says, his voice hoarse.
“You learned your lesson?”
“Nah. Give me twenty, and I’ll be ready to go again.”
I arch my hips slightly, and he gasps. He has to be sore from that. He has to be.
“I think you have,” I whisper, licking at the cum lingering on his chin before kissing him softly. “You did well.”
He groans, and his chest heaves. “You’re an animal.”
“Perhaps don’t test me again.”
He scoffs, and we wrap our arms around each other, holding on tightly. Eventually, we move to shower and for me to change the sheets.But as soon as we’re back in the room, we crawl under the bedsheets and curl up into one another.
Caleb moves onto me sometime in the night, and I hold him, desperate to keep him next to me as long as I can.
I sleep like the dead, only waking when Sem pounds on the door.
“You two awake yet?” Sem shouts.
“Go away,” Caleb calls back, his voice hoarse from screaming last night.
Sem kicks at the door, and Caleb groans. “Whit’s requested in the kitchen.”
“Ugh,” Caleb mutters, and I push at his shoulders.
But he’s unmoved. He just nuzzles in further.
“Come on, cuz! Ma is asking for him,” Sem shouts once more.
“I have to go,” I say, and he grumbles in annoyance, but eventually rolls off me.
When I sit up, I glance at him, his body barely covered by the sheets. A fucking sight.
“You okay?”
“My ass is sore. You tore me up,” he says, smiling over at me.
My eyes flick to his ass, and I feel my cheeks flush.
“We should take it easy then.”
