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It’s almost funny; how quickly things can change.
This afternoon was supposed to be a simple rest time for you - a few hours of lying around and being lazy, a few moments of listening to your favorite songs before coming back to scrolling through your phone while looking for some form of entertainment. Then Caleb showed up on the doorstep leading to your bedroom and just like that, all your plans vanished.
When he looked at you like that - with his tender gaze glancing down at you and a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips - how were you supposed to say ‘no’ to him? So you let him come inside and play video games together with you, just like the two of you used to do as kids when you were bored and lazy.
You set the goal for yourself to beat him in a few rounds and Caleb laughed at you even though he's been hearing the same thing from you countless times before. It's all the same - your thighs brushing against each other because of how close the two of you are sitting, his laugh echoing throughout the bedroom and mixing with the sound of your frustrated groan that's muffled by your pillow.
It's all fun and games until it's not.
One thing led to another, and fate has led you right into Caleb's arms tonight. Again.
“So good.” he mutters, his voice a tremor against your lips. Then he dives right back in, kissing you with so much passion you grow breathless.
Frankly speaking, you didn’t expect it to happen nor did you plan it. You’re almost sure Caleb didn’t either; but then again, you can’t be quite sure.
Most of the time, you feel like you know him well - almost like the back of your hand, with all his little habits and antics that frustrate the hell out of you sometimes.
Nevertheless, even after spending your whole life being extremely close with him as if he's part of your family, it’s still hard sometimes to predict what Caleb might be truly thinking about.
What are his intentions when he calls you ‘pipsqueak’ and follows you everywhere you go like you're still just a kid with scraped knees and cartoonish smile in his eyes? What does it mean when his voice falters in the middle of the sentence only to be followed by a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes? And most importantly - how does Caleb truly feel about you?
You want to unravel all of his secrets slowly, one by one, just like you’ve learned what his favorite color was back when you first met as little kids. You want to know what Caleb truly thinks when his hand reaches out to ruffle your hair and when he stares at you silently once he thinks you’re not watching.
It’s hard to tell what’s the truth when he seems to keep every important information away from you. Then - again - you can’t think straight now.
All of your rational thoughts are dimmed by the sheer sensation of Caleb's lips pressing against yours again and again. His hands are on your waist, gripping it while he pulls you even closer to himself as if the closure between the two of you is still not enough because he still wants so much more.
His teeth graze against your bottom lip, biting down on the sensitive flesh ever so slightly. You gasp, a shiver running down your spine. Your fingers clutch onto the fabric of his hoodie.
Before you can say anything to him, Caleb's tongue soothes the faint sting and then, kisses you again. It’s messy and passionate, all teeth and restrained desires crawling underneath your skin, trying to claw their way out.
You think you can feel, almost; how your fingertips itch with the sheer desire to do more. To cross the line you know you shouldn't ever dare to get near to.
But when Caleb kisses you like it's his only chance to get a taste of what he's been wanting since forever... Does it really matter if you allow him to devour you?
Without thinking your palms slide underneath the soft material of his hoodie, tracing mindless circles just above the waistband of his jeans.
Caleb gasps, reaching out to the back of your neck with an intention to pull you in - as if the two of you aren't close enough already - and never let you go. Not now, not ever.
“Gege…” you manage to whisper against his lips, breathless after all the kisses.
It was supposed to be just one quick peck, at first. Just pressing your lips against his for a split of a second because of a stupid video game match you lost against him.
Some desire can’t be restrained, though, no matter how hard one might try.
When you think about it, the tension between Caleb and you has been mounting ever since the two of you have been teenagers.
A storm of hormones while growing up always leads to curiosity, sneaking glances where you know you shouldn't - the forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest, doesn't it? - and harbouring secrets while drowning in emotions bigger than your silly little fragile heart could ever handle. Grandma used to try to separate the two of you for god knows what reasons during that time but if it was because of your desires, it was too late.
Bone-deep hunger awakens slowly but surely; and once it does, you can't ever get rid of it.
Keeping your longings locked is hard. Thankfully, you've always been quite good at pretending that everything is perfectly fine. That you don't need Caleb that bad, in all the ways you know you probably shouldn't.
When you're young, everything's a mess. You are a mess then, too.
Still, you couldn't find it in yourself to mind it. Not even when Caleb has been making the situation harder by never expressing his emotions directly - not even now when they're both grown up - always holding back as being able to fly high in the sky doesn't mean feeling truly free. Not for Caleb, at least.
His lips lingered against your skin for a moment too long, nonetheless. Your eyes were drifting down to the exposed skin right above his waistband too often to be just a friendly thing or an accident, too.
When he caught you staring, Caleb only let out a breathy chuckle and went to another room with the tips of his ears tinted red. Whether it was guilt or arousal, you're not quite sure.
You only know that the next time the two of you were watching movies, his fingers were sneaking their way under your shirt. Just like that, you keep on ignoring the churning in your gut that follows and the inaudible shout of danger echoing in your ears like a curse.
In your defense, you've tried to suppress your emotions at first and convince yourself everything you feel is nothing but an illusion. A storm of hormones. Whatever - just to make yourself sleep peacefully at night without waking with your clothes sticking to your skin and a name of your older brother on your lips like a prayer.
Yet you didn't stop - and neither did Caleb. He played along for years now instead, bending to your wishes as if you had him wrapped around your finger.
You don't know why but you're almost sure it's the other way around and you are the one who's completely entangled in his games, acting exactly how he wants you to without even realizing. Maybe you have always been just a prey.
Only now in the rear view mirror can you faintly notice how he's always been tempting you, wrapping around your heart like a snake ready to take a bite of it.
But here's the thing - you're all grown up. And if you try hard enough now, you can be tempting, too.
Or you think so, at least.
“Hm?” Caleb hums against your lips, the sheer closure between the two of you making the sounds of the abandoned game fade out into nothing.
Your lashes flutter as slowly, his lips slide over the curve of your jaw. He presses hot open-mouthed kisses down your skin, trailing them along your racing pulse. You swallow, twisting your fingers absently through the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Nothing.” you whisper back to Caleb, your eyelashes fluttering at the sensation.
Although you try to stay still, you feel your efforts turn out to be futile as your body starts to seek more of him.
It's more an instinct than anything; that you're always turning to Caleb every time you need someone to lean on. Always ending up in his arms when something happens in your life has become as natural as breathing to you since he's the closest boy you've grown up with.
Always fond of you, always caring - Caleb is everything a girl could ever wish for. Given your friends’ whispers every time he came to pick you up from school, they must have noticed it. You can't blame them, though - he’s tall and handsome, and it's so, so easy to fall for someone like him…
…Even if you know you probably shouldn't do it.
You're dizzy, your head spinning each moment pain pulses in your temples. You drag your body a tad closer to Caleb's, an intoxicating mix of need and sheer desperation tugging at the strands of your consciousness as you start to slowly grind against him.
“Don't move.” Caleb huffs, his voice low and husky.
You watch blush creeping up his neck, his chest rising and falling slowly as his breaths grow heavy. It's obvious he's just as affected as you are by this whole situation.
None of you makes a move to pull away.
Your hips glide against his lap once more, your shuddering exhale fluttering on the curve of his jaw. Caleb mutters out your name and he sounds almost like sin.
For some reason you can't quite put a finger on, it feels almost as if he’s luring you in so you give into the temptation, become a sinner and fall into the depths of hell together with him and burn in the flames of desire.
Closing your eyes, you bite down a gasp that lingers on the tip of your tongue. Your nails dig into the fabric of the hoodie on Caleb's shoulders, your core pressing harder against the bulge in his pants.
Your thighs instinctively press against each side of his hips when you feel the outline of his hard cock against your folds, your body trembling. Arousal makes your underwear slightly damp and it takes everything in you to stay still when you're shaking from holding back from having your needs fulfilled.
You try not to move, nonetheless. You swear you try–
“I said don't move.” Caleb repeats when you fail to stay still, a razor sharp edge in his voice making you tense. “Stay still and don't move.”
You're tempted to call him out and say that he's the one who makes you grind against him, too. That you are trying your best but he tugs your body closer to his chest - so, knowingly or not, he's the one at fault.
Or maybe his Evol is acting up? You're not sure.
When your lips part to accuse him of tempting you and not making this situation any easier for you– Caleb suddenly squeezes your hips.
You half-expect him to pull away after realizing the gravity of his actions; to pat your head in that conceding way and call you a little tail that clings to him and always follows him around like a child even after all those years. You expect him to ruffle your hair or play it off like it's nothing. Like his heart isn't racing as wildly as yours do, racing in his chest as if it tries to beat its way out of his ribcage and fall right into the palm of your hand. Right where it should always stay.
But he doesn’t.
Caleb stays still instead. You can feel his hands lingering on your skin, the warmth of his touch burning up your skin like an invisible mark you'll never be able to get rid of.
His nose brushes over the side of your face, his lips barely ghosting over the curve of your jaw. Then, he utters your name under his breath before calling you a brat.
Just like you expected, you think.
And yet, it feels different. Caleb feels different now, too.
You scoff but the sound ends up being half-hearted as the tone of his voice alone - low and husky, with unsaid order for you to behave - makes you tremble in his grasp.
Nevertheless, you're stubborn enough to be persistent in pursuing your goal. So you move against his bulge again - pressing yourself just a bit harder to his cock - drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Deep inside you know you should stay away, keep your distance because that's so much safer than rushing into the unknown and getting hurt by the enormity of emotions that awaits you there; but you can't seem to make yourself do it.
Slowly, you reach out, your fingers ghosting over his collarbone, touch feather-light and reverent. It goes down and down, your face moving lower as it follows your hand. Leaving a trail of heated touches and spit that glisten in the dim light, you move further. His muscles tense under your touch before relaxing ever so slightly, his chest rising and falling heavily.
Caleb swallows, head tipping back after you unzip his pants and start to mouth at the waistband of his boxers. You glance up when the shaky gasp escapes him, feeling the familiar heat pulse between your legs at the sight of his flushed cheeks and wet, parted lips.
Somehow, it makes you want to do even more. To get on your knees, take him into your mouth and suck. Feel how he pushes your head closer so you take him in deeper until the only thing you can think about is–
“We shouldn't.” Caleb breathes out, desire burning wild in his eyes makes his statement sound weak and futile. Almost like he's trying to convince himself rather than you.
His one hand tugs at your hair, lifting your head off his body. His voice is rough as he continues; “We shouldn't. You know that, too.”
Repetition of the reminder seeps into your heart like a poisonous snake, crushing your gut in guilt.
Maybe if his thumb wasn't brushing against your bottom lip as he struggles to hold back from kissing you senseless yet again, you'd think he looks like a picture-perfect big brother reminding you of the basic safety rules just to make sure you learned them all by heart. But as much as Caleb loves to recall the times you acted like you were glued to him, following him around everywhere you could, you're all grown up now and you know exactly what you want.
You want him. No matter if it's wrong.
And you know he wants you, too. Probably even more than you can imagine.
His fingers flex against your waist just to tighten his hold on your body and make sure you're as close to him as humanly possible. Carefully, your hand sneaks under his boxers and your fingers wrap around his hard cock.
His gaze hardens but you don't stop, starting to slowly glide against his sensitive skin. Up and down, slowly and softly. Your touch is feather-light but it's enough to drive him crazy.
“Yeah.” you hum back. “I know.”
The air between the two of you simmers. Tension lingers, highly-strung as if it's waiting for someone to finally make it snap.
You let out a breathy humorless chuckle, your eyes sharpening. You wet your lips but your throat awfully dry as you climb up onto his lap yet again.
“Don't pretend you don't like it, though.” you mutter quietly, the tone of your voice akin to a scoff although your lips move against his sensitive skin as you speak. In the corner of your eye you notice his gaze narrow down at you, a half-hearted glare followed by a frustrated huff that escapes him.
Caleb's actions say it all, anyway; and a moment after silence and tension settle between you, he's already claiming your lips with his own yet again.
His hands roam across your body, leaving none of your skin untouched. You feel Caleb everywhere - his fingers sliding up your waist just to brush against the underside of your breasts, his nails digging into your hips when his lips touch the sensitive skin right below your ear. It's like fire, spreading throughout your veins; making you grow breathless and leaving you trembling, hot and bothered.
None of it makes him stop, though. If anything, the blaze of passion and tension between the two of you grows even stronger.
Caleb keeps touching you like he wants to devour you, his actions growing bolder by every minute passing. Your hips roll against the growing bulge in his pants that both arouses you and annoys you - just like your pitiful grinding does. Your forehead drops down onto Caleb's shoulder, your hand still wrapped around his cock, pumping it in slow measured rhythm.
You bite down on his collarbone, sucking on his skin harshly.
“You–” he sucks the air through his teeth, his eyes screwed shut when you soothe the sting with a swipe of your tongue. “Oh, shit.”
You know what Caleb is trying to say - that you're about to cross the invisible line that has been always lingering between the two of you.
You know it. You know he's right.
And yet, you don't care about it when you want him so much you feel like your heart will be ripped out of your chest if he ever leaves your side.
His breath hitches when your fingertips barely graze against the sensitive tip of his cock. Caleb watches you with his half-lidded eyes, savoring the intimate gestures. His quiet acceptance, though reluctant, feels like a victory. A small one but you'll take it, either way.
“Just a little bit more.” your lips brush against his ear as you whisper the words breathlessly. “Please, gege. I need you.”
“Don't tease me.” Caleb whispers, his tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of your skin. His voice is rough with unsaid emotions. None of the two of you dares to confess them out loud even though you can feel the words clawing at your throat.
Your pulse speeds up when his hips buck up, palms holding onto your waist so you can't move away. Your head is tilted back, your lips parting as Caleb keeps on pressing up against you over and over again, hard and wanting.
You're almost sure he can feel how needy you are, too, when his hand sneaks its way down your spine and then, even lower until he reaches the space between your thighs. The material of your underwear is soaked - shamelessly so. How could you get so turned on from just making out with him anyway? - but all of your worries fade into nothing when he touches you through the fabric.
His fingers are just barely ghosting where you may need it most to tease you again, leaving you yearning for more.
You cling onto Caleb, your hips bucking up in a futile search for more friction. No matter how much you wish his fingers would finally touch you properly, slip into your pussy and make you come undone on his lap.
You clench on nothing as the image clouds your mind, your breaths growing heavy and uneven. Your fingers clutch onto the fabric of his hoodie as desperation tugs at the seams of your consciousness.
“I– ah– don't tease you.” you mumble weakly, your voice breathy and strained as he pushes his hips up against yours again. You have to bite back a whimper because it feels too good.
The tips of his fingers brush against your clit, circling against it slowly and teasingly.
“Yeah? Are you sure?" Caleb raises an eyebrow at you, his tone teasing even though you notice his eyes sharpening with interest and something darker, more primal.
A broken moan rolls off your tongue.
You need everything off.
“Well, even if I did…” you swallow forcefully, trying to make your voice sound as calm and even as possible even though you know Caleb can see you’re not. It's rather easy to tell, anyway, just by looking at how flushed your cheeks are now.
Arousal drips down your thighs and sticks to his fingers, a reminder that none of it is just a dream. The corner of Caleb's mouth quirks up, eyes glinting with something akin to mischief but darker, odder.
You pretend not to notice it when you continue slowly; “Even if I did tease you a bit, aren’t you the one who enjoys it as much as I do?”
It's not quite a question, more an observation.
Before Caleb can answer it, though, you pull him into another kiss, silencing him with your lips. It’s as passionate as the ones that happened before and manages to make your breath hitch all the same. Your nails dig into his shoulders when he hums into the kiss, a tremor against your sensitive skin.
The longer he savours you, the more breathless you grow. Yet you still want more, want him.
“You know I like everything about you.” Caleb whispers.
He smells like cinnamon and home; like everything you've been missing and silently yearning for in the middle of each sleepless night when your bed feels a tad too big for one person. He's good and caring, and always ready to warm up your freezing nose with a quickly pressed kiss that's enough to make your heart melt.
He makes you want to sin, too.
“Caleb.” you whine, embarrassment staining your cheeks a pretty pink when you look up at him with doe eyes glazed with desire. It makes him sigh, his gaze falling upon your swollen lips before meeting your eyes.
You know that look. You're too painfully aware for your own good what it means.
We shouldn't do that. It's wrong. We should stop now before it's too late.
Perhaps, it's the danger that makes it so appealing, a thrill in taking risks that sends adrenaline rushing through your veins and feels almost addictive. Or maybe it's the gnawing ache in your gut that tells you it's all twisted and messed up, the silent voice in the back of your head that calls you out over and over again yet does nothing to prevent you from reaching out to him.
You might be the one to blame for needing him so badly as well…
You look up at Caleb, your heart racing. It's dangerous, your mind repeats like a mantra. You shouldn't do it.
But need makes your skin tingle and your fingertips itch with sheer desperation for any semblance of his love - something, anything; as long as it's from him… The only thing you can do is take a deep breath and let your resolve shatter completely.
“Gege, please.”
The whisper that escapes your lips sounds almost like a broken whine; and perhaps, that's exactly what causes Caleb's self-control to crumble.
You watch as he swallows, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as he catches your chin between his fingers. He tilts your head up so your eyes meet his. Your noses brush, and your pulse spikes.
“Are you sure?” his voice is rough with desire so palpable you shiver.
Without thinking, you nod.
Caleb swallows, then lets out a shaky exhale. “Just the tip, okay?”
You nod again, your eyes closed as silent anticipation makes your skin tingle.
The next thing you know is that Caleb's lips claim yours in a searing kiss.
It's not the first time he kisses you - far from it, actually. There were so many moments the two of you got lost in each other when nobody looked that you lost the count.
Somehow, though, it feels like the very first time. It's raw and intense, lustful and full of yearning both of you carried in your hearts for way too long and that now makes you crave more. Your hands scramble to tug him closer as if - even with his lips on yours, devouring you - Caleb is still not close enough to your liking.
Lingering fondness tastes even sweeter now... Like sin and salvation all rolled into one deadly package, leading her further into the flames of hell.
If they swallow you whole, at least it will be with Caleb's in your arms.
He doesn't bother taking off your clothes properly, too desperate to care about anything but getting another taste of you. He needs more, temptation rising with each passing second until he can't take it anymore. He just has to have you all for himself now.
“So beautiful.” Caleb mutters, his breathing uneven when he tugs your shirt just enough to expose your bra. He slowly moves back to push you down onto the mattress.
You gasp, startled by the suddenness but still, you can't move away even if you wanted to. Neither can you look away when he finally takes off his hoodie, tossing it onto the floor without any care.
Something gleams in Caleb's eyes, an emotion you've never quite seen in him before. Before you can say anything, though, he's already leaning in again to press a chaste kiss onto the base of your throat.
You swallow, a faint blush dusted across your cheeks when his lips linger on your skin. Warmth spreads everywhere his mouth reaches, your mind melting as want spreads throughout your body, hot and molten. You don't even notice the moment he lowers his underwear until his cock nudges against your clit.
You cry out, overwhelmed and surprised. Your back arches, your body trembling against his when he pushes your underwear to the side and slides his cock between your wet folds.
You've always noticed that Caleb is tall and imposing; strong, too, given the way you caught him doing push-ups in his bedroom early in the morning after waking up. But still, you didn't notice him to be so big.
Just how much he's grown up?
Cheerful young boy you knew from your childhood isn't here anymore - he's a man now, with his mind clouded with lust as his cock slides a few times between your folds before the tip catches in your entrance.
He mutters a few curses under his breath, his jaw tense. “Fuck, you're so tight.”
The words uttered in a breathless gasp sound akin to a promise, causing you to spiral.
If only he moved a bit… If only he was closer…
Your hands shake when you reach for the chain on his neck and give it a tug to pull him in even closer.
Just like that, something within Caleb snaps.
His eyes narrow down at you and your lips part to say something– but the only thing you can do is moan when suddenly he thrusts up into you. His moves are rough and precise, calculated to the point where you start to wonder if they are. A faint thought flashes in your mind that maybe, just maybe, Caleb did plan all of this. A playful game, a harmless bet that follows and causes the lines between the two of you more blurry, and then–
His cock slides deeper until he's fully buried inside. A moan rips out of your throat as he stretches you out even further, pushing deeper until you can't feel anything but him and the slight burn between your thighs because you feel so full.
Caleb's breaths, hot and heavy, flutter against your skin. The cold metal of his chain brushes against your exposed collarbones, the sensation contrasting with how warm you feel.
He doesn't wait for you to adjust though; and almost right away you feel him move. He slides back, the movement lazy and languid, only to shove in again, his hips snapping with so much force you cry out loud.
Caleb doesn't stop, then, either. If anything, your cries only urge him to keep going.
It feels almost like he's trying to eat you up when his hands slide under your bra, caressing the smooth skin of your breasts as he kisses you, fiercely yet tenderly.
Your arms wrap a bit tighter around his neck, holding him tightly as if your life depends on it. And maybe it does; because as he keeps on pushing deeper into you - faster and faster, and faster - you can't help but think that you might just lose your mind any given moment.
Your name lingers on the tip of Caleb's tongue like the ghost of his sins. His voice is soft and shaken, desperate and wanting.
All you can do is let out a shaky moan as you take him, allowing him to make you his. It sounds almost like a whine, a cry.
Your eyes are screwed shut and your body arches into his, a writhing mess as his fingers are digging into your hips, his breath nearly searing across your lips.
The useless layers of fabric between the two of you start to bother Caleb as he tugs at your bra, exposing more of your skin to his greedy eyes and possessive hands. His lips press against your neck, teeth barely grazing against your skin.
You gasp, clenching on his cock, and Caleb groans, sucking on your neck again - this time with more force. His tongue slides over the mark but it doesn't soothe the sting of the pain he left.
Slowly, his hands start to wander more freely now, slipping under the hem to caress your breasts. Caleb rolls your sensitive nipples between his fingers until you moan before leaning in to take one of them between his lips. And when he sucks–
“Ah!”
You can feel the way pleasure coils in your gut, tight and hot, burning down your skin and any traces of worries you had left. You're drowning in emotions, in his arms - and although he's the only one who can save you, he's the one who keeps on pulling you deeper into hell, too.
Caleb's tongue swirls over your nipple while his other hand slides down from your chest, roaming across the bare skin of your stomach until it dips between your thighs. His fingers are circling your clit, a broken moan escaping your parted mouth. The movements are too slow to your liking, like Caleb is teasing you further more than he's trying to bring you closer to the edge.
Nevertheless, it feels too good for you to voice any protests. Not that you could do that, anyway.
When his cock keeps on thrusting into you - his hips rolling against yours over and over again - and his big hands roam all over the most sensitive places of your body, it's easy to drown in the sensations and forget what's wrong and right, the guilt that makes you want to cry and scrap your skin until it bleeds.
All that matters now is the smoldering feeling of his touch, the arousal building up within your stomach and the quiet promise of pleasure that makes you tremble in anticipation.
You feel Caleb's lips ghosting against your ear, the soft sensation contrasting with the sharpness of his movements. His fingers dig deeper into your thighs, pulling them further apart to thrust in stronger. Harder. Deeper.
The quiet authority that his every movement carries takes your breath away. Instinctively, you clench around him again.
“Yeah. Just like that.” he mutters, his hips snapping forward with more force.
Ever since you remember, Caleb has been doing everything for you. Stealing plushies out of the claw machine with his Evol, doing your homework because you gave him your best pitiful puppy-eyed look, buying you anything your heart desires and protecting you from your grandma's scoldings - as if his life revolved around you, his actions always reflected what you wanted.
Now, however, he seems to be doing everything for himself.
You enjoy it, still; the way he sucks a crimson mark onto your neck while his cock is buried deep inside your cunt and his fingers circle lazily over your sensitive clit. But you know when your thighs tremble and his pace speeds up, turning into a messy chase of lust and sin and never-ending desire - having you like this is everything he craves.
Caleb gasps against your pulse, his tongue pressing against your skin. Your eyelashes flutter shut.
Another thrust; this time faster, deeper. You still need more, you need him so badly–
“Meimei.”
Pleasure borders on pain as you come undone in his arms, your body trembling. You cry out, a mix of his name and a mumbled plea rolling off your tongue - whether you're begging for more or telling him to stop, you can't be quite sure.
Your mind is blank but you can feel Caleb is still moving, chasing his own release until something hot spills inside you. You clutch desperately onto him like his life depends on it, trying to catch your breath.
“Fuck, sorry.” he pants after a long moment, running his hand through his hair while he tries to catch his breath. “Are you okay, baby?” his thumb brushes over your cheek tenderly.
Once your eyes open, you see Caleb staring right back at you, desire in his gaze tinted with something gentler, fonder. An emotion akin to love.
You nod. “Yeah, felt so good.”
A smirk appears on his face. Then, his arm drops, sliding around your waist and pulling you slightly closer to him.
Caleb's nose nuzzles against your shoulder. You hear him let out a heavy exhale that makes you think that something - his emotions? The sin the two of you took a part in? - is still weighing on his chest.
“Yeah?” Caleb hums lazily, staring right at you. Then, slowly, he leans in.
His forehead presses against yours, his breath warm on your parted lips. His fingers thread gently through your hair, barely grazing against your jawline.
Caleb's expression remains unreadable as he reaches out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, tenderness of the gesture a sharp contrast to the way his cock is still filling you up and his release is smeared all over your cunt.
“Well then…” Caleb hums slowly. The corner of his lips quirks up but his gaze remains firm, hungry. Greedy. “I'll give you a little bit more.”