“Oh fuck,” Caleb says, his body arching up slightly, his movements growing more desperate and uneven.
It’s too much, the sight of him against me…
My orgasm rolls through me, right on the precipice of Caleb’s. It’s vicious and painful, ripping through me as Caleb falls over the edge with me. I can hear his moans, can feel his body shudder as he shakes against me, and then I feel the wetness from my release seeping through my boxers.
My head falls back, and Caleb leans forward, biting down on my neck, dragging his lips to my Adam’s apple and sucking.
Fuck, the way that felt…
The way he feels…
I can’t move. So, we just lie there, panting, trying to catch our breath. That was…fucking incredible. So different from what I’m used to. So much better than anything I’ve ever had.
I don’t know if I can go back to someone who is my type after this.
I don’t think I want to.
This is going to ruin me, but I’m in it now—for as long as I can be.
“I’m not moving,” Caleb murmurs, still on top of me.
I know he’d stay here for ages, but I can’t stand to sit in my mess like he can.
“You better move, Caleb. I need a shower,” I tell him, my body still limp and shaking. Maybe I can live in my mess with Caleb on top of me. If he’s here to experience it with me.
“Let’s just strip down and do it again,” he says, nuzzling against me. “I’d love to see you filthy and wrecked with my cum all over you.”
My fingers tighten in his hair, and then I tug his head up, kissing him roughly. He moans like a whore in heat against me, but I can’t go again. Not until I’m cleaned up. Until then, it’s all I can think about.
“Time to get up.”
He groans in frustration, but shifts enough that I can slide out from beneath him. I don’t look at him as I stand, not with my head spinning like this. I rush to the bathroom and lock the door.
When I finally look up, I stare at myself in the mirror. I look wild and unhinged. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, pupils blown wide with need.
I don’t know if I recognize myself.
“I told myself not to,” I whisper softly. “I told myself, but I did it anyway. And fuck, I want to do it again.”
I don’t want to be apart from him for long, so I rush through the cleanup, making my way back out to Caleb in minutes. Unsurprisingly, I find him naked on the couch, his clothes littering the ground. He looks like a fucking dream come true, and I’m hard all over again.
“We should finish the movie,” Caleb says, and my gaze moves to his half-hard cock. He’s wiped himself up, but I can still see some cum lingering at the base.
Not that I say anything.
I like him like this.
“You should put more clothes on.”
“Nah. One of us should be naked all the time, and since it won’t be you, then it will have to be me. I’ll take one for the team.”
I let out a relieved breath. I don’t want him clothed. I like him bare for me. My gaze drags over him slowly, and I know I should stop this, to have some kind of tangible boundary with him, but that insistent voice only grows quieter and easier to ignore with each passing minute.
So, I attempt to put some space between us. I move to the other side of the couch and sprawl out. Caleb just huffs and crawls toward me, his balls swinging between his legs. The sight of him submissive is making all my dreams come true.
“You do realize,” he says as he presses a kiss to my lips, as he slides between my legs. “I was clingy before, but you’ve just opened a whole other can of worms.”
He leans against my chest and kisses me again, tongue and all. And I let him.
