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“All I am saying is, you look totally hot,” Tara says, hands planted on your shoulders as she directs you in front of the full length mirror. You glare back at her, pouting, before she grabs your chin and forces you to look at your reflection. “Look at you! These were practically made for you.”
You roll your eyes with a scoff. “You’re overexaggerating.”
You wore a silky set of pajamas. It is a deep, crimson red with black lace trim, and it doesn't leave much to the imagination. Tara convinced you to buy it at the store, and you were helpless when it came to her.
She insisted the two of you needed a girl's night after you confessed to your unbridled misery now that Caleb returned to training. He is your family, your best friend, and your biggest confidant. Your life feels empty when he is away, and he’s gone more often than not these days.
You sigh and squirm from Tara’s hold. Nimble fingers brush through your hair, getting it to fall just right to complete the look. The swell of your breasts are visible from the plunging V of the tank's neckline, and you flush just the tiniest bit from being so exposed.
“And just how is this meant to make me feel better?” you ask skeptically. Tara makes a dismissive gesture, eyes glittering with mischief.
“Because you look hot!”
“Okay, I look hot! Can I take it off now?”
She waggles her finger at you. “Are you serious? We have to take pics first.”
You tense. “I do not need pictures like this on my phone.”
Tara throws her arm around your shoulder, meeting your eyes through the reflection in the mirror. “Please.”
She pouts. You hate when she pouts.
“Fine! Just one!”
She jumps, clapping her hands together and skipping across the room to fetch your phone. You find it difficult to be anything but fond around her, she exudes light, and you love her so much.
“You should take it,” she says, setting the phone in your hand and taking a few steps back. She points to the spot in front of the mirror, and you diligently follow her directions. “Sit down. Yep, just like that. Okay, now bend forward ever so slightly—yes!”
You snap the photo.
Tara bends down to grab the device, examining it with a serious look, turning the phone this way and that. You push yourself up off the floor and look over her shoulder. The picture is…sexy.
Your legs are crossed in front of you, and your back is bent forward to show off an exceptional view of your breasts. The cloth barely covers you, and your legs and midriff remain tantalizingly bare. You’re no master of seduction, but there’s an alluring look in your eye, and you feel embarrassed just looking at the picture.
“Now, let me just send it to my phone—”
“What? No!” you shriek, trying to grab the phone from her grasp. She holds it out of your reach, giggling as she navigates to the share option. “Tara!”
You grab onto her, and she struggles in your grasp. When you get a good grip on the phone, you pull, and she suddenly goes stiff in your hold. Nervous that you hurt her, you let her go, and she turns slowly with an ashen look on her face.
“What's wrong?”
She says nothing, making you even more nervous.
“I’m sorry! You grabbed the phone and my fingers accidentally pressed it!”
Tara shoves the phone at you and walks backwards, almost as if she’s scared you’re going to kill her. You laugh, anxiety spiking, and you look down at the screen to see what she did.
She sent the photo to someone, but it wasn't her. It was Caleb.
“Tara!” you yell, feeling hysterical. Trembling fingers try to unsend the message, but the ‘read’ beneath the photo glares back at you. Tara just sent Caleb a thirst trap. You have never sent anything like that before to Caleb, and you never planned to. It is totally inappropriate and so weird.
Your cheeks flame. “Please tell me this isn't happening.”
“I’m sorry.” And you can tell that she truly is. The humor has completely vanished from her face, and she looks worried. Your shoulders slump as you exhale, and you step forward to set a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“It’s fine.”
“Tell him it was me who sent it. It’s Caleb, he’ll understand.”
You nod absently, feeling a bit distant from your thoughts. This is absolutely insane, and your nerves are going haywire. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Tara moves with slow steps to grab her stuff, no doubt ready to flee after the mess she’s left you in. “Tell me all about it tomorrow, okay? I’m so sorry.”
She cringes slightly and gives you a quick peck on the cheek before making her exit.
Your phone vibrates in your hand, causing you to startle. You squeeze both eyes shut, preparing yourself for the awkwardness that will surely follow, and then slowly peek open one eye to look at Caleb’s response.
Caleb: pip-squeak?
You: I definitely didn't mean to send that to you. I’m so sorry, please pretend like it never happened
His next response is immediate.
Caleb: who were you trying to send it to?
You: no one!
Panicking, you start typing out a whole explanation, but another message comes through before you finish.
Caleb: don't send pictures like that to anyone else
You: I won't…don't worry
Your throat tightens and you swallow. That reaction is a bit different from what you were expecting, and Caleb almost sounds…upset. It is ridiculous to read into a text, but usually he would send some sort of outdated emoticon or something.
You chew on your bottom lip, fingers tapping lightly at the sides of your phone while you think.
You: are you upset?
Caleb: I’m not upset, I’m just worried that you are sending stuff like that to other people
Caleb: you told me you weren't dating
You: I’m not
Caleb: are you doing other stuff?
You: other stuff?
Caleb: do you really need me to say it?
You can feel the aggression through the screen.
You: tara was over. she wanted me to send the picture to her, but she accidentally sent it to you
You: I am not doing /stuff/ with anyone
Caleb: good
Caleb: and you look good :-]
You blow out a breath. Caleb has always been protective of you, especially when it came to admirers. When you two were in school, he’d get a plethora of love letters and gifts from various girls, but he managed to scare off anyone from doing the same with you. You never minded, not really, but you did wonder if Caleb’s shadow over you kept you from dating even now that you were an adult.
Almost everyone knew Caleb someway or another, and most of the men knew Caleb’s one rule: no flirting with you. You used to find it a little funny, but now it acted as a hindrance for your love life. Not that you had anyone in mind that you really wanted to date, but it would be nice to have options.
The conversation ends there, and you decide that it’s best to call it a night. All the stress from the last twenty or so minutes has exhausted you, and you would like to sleep and forget all about it until morning. Part of you worries things will get awkward between you two now, and you aren't sure you can handle it. The distance between you two is already too much, you can’t bear anymore.
-
Gran forces you to join her for breakfast the following morning, refusing to take no for an answer. Usually, you would be ecstatic to spend time with her, but memories from the night before nag at you. You sigh and sit back in your chair, absently moving your food around the plate.
“What’s wrong, dear?” she asks with a frown, eyes examining your frame to check you over.
Guilt eats at you. “Nothing, I was just wondering when Caleb would come visit next.”
“You would know that better than me. He only texts me updates every few days, but I hear the two of you on the phone nearly every night.” She takes a sip from her water. “Did something happen to make you look so miserable, hm?”
You shake your head and shift in your chair. “I miss him when he’s gone, that’s all.”
That isn’t all of it, but you weren’t going to tell your gran that you accidentally sent Caleb a naughty photo of yourself last night. Just thinking about it makes your cheeks warm, and your appetite completely vanishes.
“Don’t you worry too much. He will visit soon, I am sure of it.” She points a playful finger at you. “And you make sure to tell that boy to call me more the next time you talk to him.”
You grin and shrug your shoulders. “I’ll try.”
It wouldn't help to tell her that you weren't sure how to talk to him after what happened, so it was easier to just agree. You make an effort to finish most of your plate before clearing the table, and you ignore your phone until you’re done with the dishes.
You rush back to your room after, and disappointment gnaws at you when you don't see any texts from Caleb. Instead of letting yourself agonize over it, you decide to text him first. You always text first, and it shouldn't be different now after a simple accident. The longer you let the silence go on between you two, the more awkward the interactions would be.
You: hey
Caleb responds right away.
Caleb: good morning :>
Caleb: did you eat breakfast?
You: yup, with gran
You: she wants you to call her more
Caleb: I can do that
You start to wonder if he is going to pretend last night never happened, and relief washes over you in waves.
You: when are you visiting next?
Caleb: I’ll be busy for a few weeks at least :(
Caleb: but I’ll come as soon as I can. promise
You: pinky?
Caleb: always
The last bit of anxiety over the matter ebbs, and that tightness in your chest finally lessens. You have been working yourself up into bunches over the whole thing, but Caleb is acting like nothing has changed. You should've known he would, Caleb always did everything he could to make sure you felt comfortable and cared for.
It makes you miss him all the more.
The rest of the day passes by in a blink. You’ve snuggled up into a chair in the corner of the room, your favorite romance novel open on your lap. It’s not the best novel in the world, but you do find pleasure in the way the author writes the intimate scenes. Those scenes have aided you quite a few times over the years when you found yourself in a particular type of mood.
When the male lead kisses the main character passionately, licking his way inside her mouth while fondling her breasts, you start to throb between your legs. You press your thighs together to stave it off, but to no avail. You read the lines with bated breath, anticipation prickling at your senses despite having read this book many times, and then your phone vibrates in your pocket.
The book tumbles off your lap as you scramble, cheeks flaming as if you just got caught doing something you shouldn't. There is nothing wrong with pleasuring yourself from time to time, but seeing Caleb’s name on the screen only fuels your shame.
You expect some short message with a brief summary of his day, but all he sent is an image. It’s a picture of him at the gym, and he’s standing in front of a wall length mirror, skin glistening with sweat. He has his tight white shirt lifted ever so slightly, exposing the defined V of his abdomen.
Your mouth runs dry.
Short-circuiting, your fingers start moving on the keyboard before you’re entirely aware of what is even going on. Caleb never sends pictures like this. Never. You pause your typing to click on the picture again, and you stare down at it until it’s burned into your mind. The necklace you gave him is hanging around his neck, the tag resting in the middle of his chest. Your heart swells knowing that he wears it even to the gym.
Despite the endearing sentiment, it does nothing to quell the arousal still aching between your legs. You blame that book for your inappropriate reaction.
You: I thought you work out in the morning
It was a dumb response, but you remember Caleb telling you he enjoyed his morning workouts. It was late, so you are curious what he’s doing sending you stuff like this when the sun has already set in the sky.
Caleb: I took that this morning
You: and you decided to send it now?
Caleb: yeah :P
This has to be related to what happened last night, and you wonder if he’s doing this to make you feel less embarrassed.
You: you have gotten bigger since you went to training
Caleb: have you been checking me out, pip-squeak?
You: what?? No
You: I’ve seen you every day for a majority of my life
You: it would be more weird if I didn’t notice
Caleb: I am only teasing
You: not funny :(
Caleb: it is a little funny
Caleb: don’t pout
You: I am going to bed!
Caleb: goodnight :>
You fold over the edge of the page of your book and go through the motions of getting ready for bed. Your mind keeps going back to that picture of Caleb, and you’re horrified to know that you don't even need to look at it to picture it vividly inside your mind.
You shut off the lights and climb into bed, sighing as you relax against the sheets. Nights were when your mind always started to spiral, and tonight would no doubt be worse since there was gasoline fueling the flames.
Deep down, you have always been aware that Caleb is attractive. It is obvious, and it would be ridiculous to try and say otherwise. When Caleb was attending the academy, he would always ask for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, and you remember how lucky you felt as the people around you whispered.
Caleb is certainly a catch.
Girls were all over him wherever he went, throwing themselves at his feet. An inkling of fear nips at you as you wonder if it is the same where he is now. Is Caleb dating while he’s there?
You swallow, throat tight.
Or could he possibly be having various flings, hooking up with women whenever he needed some form of relief? The thought of it makes you sink.
You turn on the bed, shoving your face into your pillow to muffle your groan. Thoughts like this are dangerous, so you try to think of something, anything , else. It’s no use.
Caleb would be a good lover, not that you had much knowledge on the matter. But he was so attentive and caring with you, so you can only imagine how that would translate into the bedroom. He would probably focus on your pleasure, making sure you were in the throes of it before slipping inside.
You’ve seen his cock before — it was an accident, and it wasn't hard, but it was certainly thick while flaccid.
The heat between your legs pulses, and you squirm uncomfortably on the bed until you can't take it anymore. Slowly, you drag your hand down your neck to your breasts, the tips of them hardening. Fingers graze your sensitive flesh, and you imagine a much bigger hand in place of your own.
You tease a line down your stomach, making your pleasure burn hotter. Carefully, you dip your hand beneath the top of your shorts, and you caress your slit with the tips of your fingers.
You bite down on your lip, holding back a moan as your finger finds your swollen clit. The picture from earlier surfaces at the forefront of your mind, and you imagine running your hands over the hard lines of his body as you pleasure yourself.
Caleb would ensure that you got the pleasure you craved, taking you apart bit by bit until you were overwhelmed by it. That thought carries you over the edge, and you plunge into your orgasm as your body trembles through it.
When rational thoughts return, all you are left with is shame. These types of thoughts aren’t entirely new, but you repress them each time they resurface. It is getting harder and harder to do so as the years go by.
You scrub a hand over your tired face, and you don't relax until your racing heart eventually calms and the sound of your own breathing lulls you to sleep.
-
The next few weeks pass by normally.
Assignments have been keeping you busy, and you’ve spent most of your time at the library studying. Being here helps keep your mind off of other things, and you’ve been staying late each night so that you pass out when you get home. It keeps your thoughts from spiraling.
The building is mostly empty—it’s a Friday, and no one sane would choose to be cooped up in the library this late.
You’re finishing up your notes when your vision completely goes dark. It takes you half a second to realize someone is covering your eyes with their hands, and you start to turn to figure out who it is.
“Guess who?” the voice asks, whispering against the shell of your ear and sending a shiver down your spine.
You know exactly who it is. Surprise quickly fades into excitement, and you knock his hands away to properly be able to move in your chair to face him.
Caleb smiles down at you. “Hey, pip-squeak.”
“What? I didn't know you were coming!” you wrap your arms around his middle, the angle is awkward from your seated position, but you’re too happy to care. He sets a hand on your head, holding you close.
“I had some free time and wanted to surprise you. I went home first, but gran said you were probably here.” You reluctantly let go, and Caleb takes a seat in the chair beside you. The two of you spend several seconds just taking each other in, and a small frown tugs at Caleb’s lips. He lifts a hand, brushing the backs of his fingers beneath your eyes. “Have you not been sleeping well?”
Embarrassed, you pull away from his touch to rub at your eyes. “I’ve just been studying, that’s all.”
It isn't a complete lie, but you aren't about to tell him what has been keeping you up at night, or that you’ve been spending late nights here in order to get those thoughts to go away.
You smile at him reassuringly, but he doesn't look convinced. “What about you? How is training?”
He goes into short details about how things have been, but you’re too distracted to fully listen. Caleb is wearing a black and white jacket over a fitted white tee, and he has a black ball cap pulled over his head. He looks way too good, and your eyes roam over him. A throat clears, and you meet his knowing gaze as your cheeks begin to flame.
“You seem a little distracted,” he says, the tiniest hint of playfulness in his tone. Caleb knows exactly what you were doing, and your mouth moves to defend yourself before you can stop it.
“I’ve never seen that jacket before,” you admit, hoping the excuse is sufficient for him to drop it.
He glances down at his jacket and shrugs. “I think I got it a few weeks ago. Do you like it?”
“I don't hate it.”
Caleb chuckles. “That’s not reassuring at all. We gotta work on your flattery skills.”
Your mouth opens to say something else, but he lifts a hand to twirl the stray strand of hair hanging over your face. He has his elbow perched on the table, and his chin resting against the palm of his other hand.
“You know,” he says, “the other guys keep asking about my girlfriend. I told everyone she was super needy, but she hasn't even called me in weeks.”
You flush. Back before he went to training, you would pretend to be his girlfriend to fend off admirers. The two of you would get super into your roles, and you remember enjoying every minute of it. You had no idea Caleb still pretended the two of you were dating.
“A phone works both ways,” you remind him, even though you know that you have actively been avoiding him just a little. “Besides, if you keep pretending I am your girlfriend, then you will never get a real one.”
Caleb finger tugs lightly at your hair, making you hiss softly between your teeth. “You’re making lots of assumptions there, pip-squeak.”
“We are both adults now, and neither of us have ever dated.”
Caleb’s eyes darken. “Is that what you want? To date?”
“That’s not what I am trying to say.”
“Is that what the picture you sent me was really for, were you trying to send it to some guy?”
Clearly, Caleb has no intention of pretending it never happened. You should've known better, of course he would never let something like that go. He is too protective for his own good. Embarrassment and shame rush through you, prickling at your senses until you feel numb from nerves.
“I already told you, I wasn't trying to send that to anyone.”
Caleb sighs, shoulders slumping in defeat. “I didn't mean to upset you. I just don't think those pictures should be sent to anyone else.”
“But it’s okay if I send them to you?” you blurt out the question before you can stop yourself, and you resist the urge to smack a hand over your mouth.
Caleb looks surprised by the question, eyes widening a fraction before he controls his expression. “I’m not going to share them around like some guys would.”
“I’m sorry,” you mutter, feeling like a child that just got scolded. “I really wasn't trying to send it anywhere.”
“Don't apologize.” Caleb cups your cheek. “You’re safe with me.”
The moment grows tense, sucking all the air from your lungs. Caleb’s pearly irises hide something within them, something just beyond your reach. You want to peel him open to expose all his secrets. The thought should trouble you, it is crazy, but you’ve always felt this way—the desire to truly know every piece of Caleb just as he does you.
“I know that.”
Caleb drops his hand and slips from the chair. He starts packing your things into your bag. “Let’s go. I believe I am owed several hours of one on one time.”
You chuckle and shake your head. “How do you still remember that?”
When you were both younger, you would tell him that he earned an hour of your time every time he did you a favor. It was a silly game played between children, but he still remembers it after all these years.
“You should know by now that I remember everything you say to me.”
-
“I knew if anyone could pull her away from her work, it would be you,” gran tells Caleb when you both walk through the door together. She has a purse clutched in her hand, and her hair is done up all neat. “I have that dinner tonight with friends, but I made some food for the both of you. It’s in the fridge.”
She stops in front of you, tapping your cheeks fondly with a kind smile. You forgot all about that dinner, and you are a little nervous to be left alone with Caleb. Not that you would say anything. The door shuts behind her, and now it is just the two of you. Caleb tugs off his hat and runs his fingers through his messy hair.
“There’s this movie I have been waiting to see. I figured we could watch it tonight,” Caleb suggests with a grin.
You nod, unsure of what else to say. Caleb’s visit is unexpected, and you’re realizing that you haven't mentally prepared in the least. There used to be a time when things were simple and fun between you two, but you feel as if you’re screwing it all up.
“Let’s have some drinks before.” A little alcohol in your system would help calm your nerves, and then maybe you would stop acting so damn weird.
Caleb makes a face. “I don't know, pip-squeak.”
You turn to him with a pout and flutter your lashes. Caleb is always weak when you plead. “Please! You haven't drunk with me since I could drink. Remember all those times you promised that you would?”
“Fine. We can drink, but I hope you aren’t drinking often when I am not home.” Caleb turns his back to you as he pulls open the cabinets to find the cups and wine.
“I rarely ever do. If I do go out, it is with Tara.”
“I’ve met Tara. She is the one who sent that photo.”
Your flush. “Do you really need to keep bringing it up?”
He hands you a cup of red liquid, and you murmur your thanks before taking a hefty sip. Caleb watches you over the rim of his cup, and you stare transfixed at the bob of his throat as he swallows.
“I guess you surprised me a little bit,” he admits. His lips are stained red from the wine, and you have to look away before you do something stupid. “I didn't know you had pajamas like that.” His voice lowers. “When you go back to your room tonight, will you put those on while I am sleeping just down the hall?”
Your breath hitches. “I never wear stuff like that.”
The tension is too much. Your heart races, threatening to break free from your chest. Throat tight, you swallow down the rest of the wine in your glass in one gulp. It makes you cringe, face contorting from the bitter taste.
Caleb’s hip is pressed against the counter, wrist rolling as he casually swirls the wine in his glass. The look on his face is dark, dangerous , so unlike his usual demeanor that you have to wonder if the wine is playing tricks on you.
Humming, he lifts the glass to his lips and slowly finishes it off. The cup clicks against the counter when he sets it down, and then he is pushing toward you. Instinctively, you take a step back, and Caleb steps forward. You do it again. Caleb follows.
The game of cat and mouse draws on, not stopping until your back hits the surface of the wall. You stiffen, your whole body tense as Caleb’s frame towers over you. His once comforting presence is now intimating, making your breath catch as his front just barely grazes yours.
His hand presses against the wall, caging you in, keeping you from fleeing as your mind screams at you to run. This unspoken thing, something neither of you dare admit, and now you are being confronted with it. You’re not ready.
“Caleb,” you whisper, voice barely making a sound over the roaring of blood in your ears. You set a hand on his chest, not pushing him away but not pulling him close either. The air between you is shared, making your lungs heavy.
Two fingers ghost the flesh of your arm, tracing a path to your hand where he intertwines your fingers together and brings them to his lips. He exhales, breath hot against your knuckles. Then you feel it, the briefest of kisses against your skin, yet it lingers for seconds after the touch is gone.
He steps back, clearing his throat and turning away. “I’ll get the movie ready.”
Then he’s gone, leaving you a mess as you gasp for air. You feel dizzy as your legs wobble beneath you, and you place a steadying hand on the wall. Ears ringing, you take several deep breaths until your heart returns to normal. That was electric, and you can still feel the tremors through your body even now.
The line has always been there—it is an invisible thing, one that you both know exists. You’ve casually danced around it through the years, pushing and pulling but never daring to cross. Now, you toed it, but some unspoken things were meant to stay that way.
The sound of the tv breaks you from your daze. Caleb will call for you if you don't join him soon, so you follow him to the living room, still feeling unsteady. He’s seated on the couch, relaxed back against the cushions with his legs stretched out in front of him.
You pause.
“Don’t leave me hanging, pip-squeak.”
Your options are limited, playing on repeat in your mind as you stare at the empty spot on the couch. You could tell Caleb you are tired and go to bed, locking yourself in your room until this feeling clawing at your insides went away. Or you can join him, let yourself relax next to him just as you always did, and maybe even let him hold you as the movie plays.
You chew on your lip, indecision making your throat feel tight. The latter wins in the end, and you take a seat next to him on the couch. There’s an entire cushion between you, acting as a metaphor to the very real struggle whirling between you.
You barely notice the movie starting, too lost in your own thoughts to pay it much mind. With how casual Caleb is acting next to you, you wonder if what happened in the kitchen really happened at all. It is like he’s a completely different person, and you feel ungrounded from the whiplash.
Halfway through the movie, just when you finally start to relax, Caleb’s low voice speaks from beside you, “Will you continue to avoid me now?”
It catches you off guard. “I haven’t been avoiding you.”
“I know you, and I know that you have definitely been avoiding me.”
The liquor still coursing through your veins loosens your lips. “Caleb… I just, I feel like I’ve made things weird between us.”
He laughs. “Weird?”
You tune out the movie, giving Caleb your full attention. “Ever since that photo. I don't want things to change between us.” He goes silent. Your anxiety spikes, and you begin to wonder if you’ve just made everything worse. “You’re my family. I care about you more than anyone, and nobody can ever replace you.”
“Would change be so bad?”
The question is loaded and twisted with hidden meanings. It isn't as simple as it sounds, and you aren't sure how to properly answer. “I can't lose you, Caleb.”
“You could never lose me,” he assures you. “You’re kinda stuck with me for life.”
The tension lessens, and you crack a smile. “I think I can handle that.”
-
The events in the kitchen replay over and over in the forefront of your mind the following day. You can still feel Caleb’s barely there touch grazing against your flesh, causing your nerves to thrum in anticipation for more.
Nothing more would be happening.
More is dangerous. More is forbidden.
Caleb acts as if nothing has changed, as if what happened in the kitchen is a mere figment of your imagination. It drives you insane how quickly he can shift from one persona to another. The only indication of the thoughts whirling in his mind is how he looks at you. Those pinkish-purplish hues contain multitudes, acting as a window to his soul.
That familiar feeling surfaces, the one of you wanting to tear him open just to peek inside, learn the secrets buried inside his heart, ensuring that he can't keep anything from you ever again.
You push it to the back of your mind, content to ignore it until the next time the feeling bubbles to the surface.
The house is quiet come nightfall. You’re nestled in the corner of your room, reading more of the book that makes your cheeks burn from both excitement and shame. The words on the page are dirty, detailing every last detail of what the two characters are doing together.
She gasps as he swirls his tongue against her clit—
A knock sounds on the door.
Scrambling, you shut the book in a jerky motion and hide the novel beneath the pillow. Gran is out for the evening, so you know exactly who it is, and your heart reacts by pounding in your chest.
You trip out of bed and thump against the floor. Huffing, you open the door, and Caleb’s gaze sweeps slowly up and down your body. His eyes pause on your flushed face, and he lifts a questioning brow.
“What were you doing in there, pip-squeak?”
“What? Nothing,” you say a little too fast. Caleb, of course, catches on.
“Hmm.” He saunters into the room, eyes jumping from place to place as if looking for something incriminating. You turn toward the bed, dread piercing through you like knives when you see the book peeking out from beneath your pillow. Caleb follows your gaze, and you dart toward the bed on instinct.
Caleb’s faster. He lunges onto the bed, grabbing the book and holding it out of your reach. You jump onto him, pushing and pulling as you try to free the book from his grasp.
“Caleb!” you shout, mildly horrified at the entire situation. Caleb laughs and flips you over, holding you against the bed with his weight. You squirm, trying to free yourself from his hold, but it’s no use. Caleb smiles down at you and opens the book to a page with the corner folded, eyes sweeping from line to line.
“Is this the kind of stuff you read, hm?” he teases. His eyes glitter with amusement, and you have an overwhelming urge to bite him until it hurts. “His thick, throbbing co—”
You manage to free a knee and move it up, jabbing it into him. Caleb loses his balance, and you roll over until the both of you are sitting face to face. He regains his composure and grabs your legs, pulling you close until your back is pressed to the bed and your feet are planted against his chest. His legs are spread out, framing your thighs. The position is…fairly intimate.
“Stop teasing me,” you beg.
“I just didn't know my sweet and innocent pip-squeak read erotica. Your cheeks are all flushed, and I can't help but wonder—”
You kick him playfully. He grabs your ankle and pulls you even closer. The mirth in Caleb’s eye turns darker, more intense. All the air in the room has suddenly vanished, and you fight the urge to gasp for breath.
Slowly, you drag your feet down his chest, trying to get away. The tips of your toes press just below the buckle of his pants, and Caleb’s hips jerk slightly beneath you. You pause.
The room grows hot and the tension thickens. Sweat beads at the back of your neck, and you both suck in a breath when your feet press into him once more. Your eyes flutter shut, lashes kissing your cheek as Caleb’s hips roll up and into you once more.
“ Fuck… ”
You do the motion again, running your feet back up his chest only to drag them back down a moment later. Deliberately, you press them against the growing bulge in his pants. The need to see what expression he wears on his face burns through you, so you blink open your eyes and look. Caleb’s eyes are hooded from his arousal, and his lips are slightly parted as he pants for breath.
He meets your gaze. The spark ignites, setting you both aflame. The space between your thighs slickens, throbbing in rhythm with your heart.
It’s dizzying as you spiral out of control, acting on instinct rather than logic. Caleb is here in your bed, rutting against your feet like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt. You want more, this isn't enough, and you—
Your phone buzzes loudly on your bedside table, cutting through your haze. Quickly, you snatch your legs back and roll to the edge of the bed, bowing your head as you take steadying breaths.
Caleb stays frozen, and you can feel his gaze burning against your flesh. You don't know what to say to him, none of this makes any sense. It isn't right, this can't happen.
Desperate for a distraction, you grab your phone and check your messages. The words on the screen are blurred, so you blink your eyes several times to help you refocus.
Caleb clears his throat. You feel him shuffle on the bed, no doubt trying to adjust. His cock had been…really hard, and big. Your throat tightens. The mattress rises when Caleb rolls off of it, and you can't fight the wave of disappointment that washes over you. This thing that happened tonight is over, and now you both will avoid the consequences in favor of pretending it never happened. Just as you always did.
The two of you were special kinds of cowards.
-
“You know I’ll visit again soon,” Caleb coos, slightly playful, but he holds onto you just a bit tighter, showing he hates leaving just as much as you hate him leaving.
“The house is quiet without you. There’s no one around to tease me.” You bury your face against his jacket, clutching onto the fabric in the middle of the train station. Waves of people pass you by, but your focus remains solely on him. “Or cook my favorite meals.”
Caleb laughs. “It makes it all the more special when I come and visit, wouldn't you agree?” You nod against him. The intercom comes on, indicating that Caleb’s train will be boarding soon. “I’ll miss you, pip-squeak. Don't even think about avoiding me again.”
“I won't.” You pause. “I’ll miss you too.”
Caleb bows his head to place a kiss on your head. You squeeze him one last time before letting go. There’s so much still unsaid between you, but neither of you have mentioned what happened since that night.
They call for boarding, and Caleb sighs while slinging his bag over his shoulder. You share a look, the two of you having a silent conversation that you can't seem to understand, and Caleb smiles sadly.
“I love you,” he says.
“I know, I love you too.”
You have a feeling that both of you know what you really mean when you say those words, and that somewhere along the way, those words began to mean something different than they once did.
The ache in your chest is heavy when Caleb turns his back to you. You watch him walk away, and the goodbye has never tasted so bitter.
-
Tara rolls over on your bed, perching on her stomach while kicking her legs back and forth in the air. She’s scrolling on her phone, humming along to the music playing on your speakers.
You have your legs kicked out in front of you on the floor, and your back is resting against the bed as you stare up at the ceiling. This past week has been miserable ever since Caleb left, and time with Tara isn't helping as much as it usually did.
“How did things go with Caleb after I…er, sent that picture?” You turn your head to face her, and she cringes slightly at her choice of words.
“It went fine. I told him it was an accident,” you say, shrugging despite anxiety prickling your senses. The conversation turning to Caleb shouldn't get you this on edge, but clearly things refuse to go back to normal.
“So,” she drawls, “I’ve always been curious, but is Caleb your brother or what?”
The question catches you off guard. “He’s not my brother, not really.” Your own answer comes as a surprise, and you didn't realize that yeah, you didn't view him as a brother. Not like you did when you were kids. “We were raised together, but we aren't related.”
“That’s…good.” She covers her mouth with a hand as if shocked she said what she said.
“Why is that good?”
Slowly, she drops her hand, and her eyes jump around the room anxiously, landing everywhere but on you. “Well, do you remember that one party you brought him to?” You nod. “He talked to people here and there, but he spent most of the night watching you. When you talked to that one guy…he looked pissed.”
“He’s just protective.” It’s true. Caleb has always been protective of you and you don't hate it.
She hums. “You are an adult now, what is he going to do when you start dating?” You scoff. It is an outrageous thought. Caleb would lose it if you started dating anyone, and he would scare them off just as he did with every other guy that tried to get close to you. “Maybe he needs a girlfriend so he can relax a little.”
You bristle. “Caleb has never had a girlfriend.”
Tara looks surprised. “Maybe he has some secret one in Skyhaven.”
“I doubt it,” you say, a little too defensively. The room gets quiet, and you can feel her questioning eyes examining you. You avoid it. “I need to study for that exam, so we should probably call it a night.”
Tara jumps from the bed and grabs her bag. The atmosphere is still awkward, and you can tell she wants to press you with more questions. You’re thankful that she doesn't.
“I’ll see you later, okay?” she says, pulling you in for a brief hug. “Good luck with your studying.”
You press your back against the door once she leaves, letting yourself be miserable for a quick moment before righting yourself. Even things with Tara are weird now, and you know it will just keep getting worse and worse the longer you ignore the obvious.
Sighing, you drag your feet back to your room and plop down on the bed. Despite what you told her, you don't actually have anything to study for. You didn't feel good about lying to her, especially when she was nothing but honest, but things with Caleb were too confusing.
Your thoughts stagger over one another as you figure out whatever it is that you’re doing. Things used to be much simpler, and you ached for that feeling of normalcy you once had.
Your phone buzzing jerks you from your thoughts. You fumble to try and get the device from your pocket, twisting and turning until it’s free. Caleb’s name flashes on the screen, and you bite back a grin and press answer.
“Hey,” you say first, your mood already brighter. It seems you forget about everything else when Caleb is involved, and your anxiety lessens. “Fly any planes today?”
“I did.” You swear you can hear him grinning through the phone. “I passed with flying colors.”
You groan. “No more of your horrible jokes. Have I reminded you lately how not funny you are?”
“Hey, now. What did I do to deserve such harshness?” This type of teasing is your favorite, even when you pretend like you hate it. Both of you know that you really love it, but Caleb never calls you out for it. The line goes quiet for a moment, and you can hear murmuring in the background. “Sorry about that.”
“No need to apologize,” you say, then, “who was that?”
“Just some acquaintance trying to say hello. I told them I couldn't talk because my girlfriend is on the phone.”
You smile. “You’re insane.”
“Yeah, yeah. Hold on just a second, I need to unlock my door.” You hear the jingle of keys before a door creaks open. There are a few more seconds of shuffling, and then Caleb says, “My roommate never showed up for training, so I have it all to myself.”
“I’m sure everyone else is super jealous.”
“They just have to accept that I have things they can never have.” You can hear him unbuckling his belt, making your cheeks warm. “I should probably shower. I’ll call you back right after, ‘kay?”
“I should shower too.” You try not to think about the fact that Caleb is probably naked right now. Caleb hums in agreement and you both say goodbye. Thoughts of Caleb in the shower invade your mind, making your mouth dry as you think about water dripping down his built frame.
You smack your hands to your cheeks, shaking your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. Apparently, you were incapable of being normal for two seconds. The warmth of your shower does nothing to calm you down, so you lower the temperature until the icy water makes it impossible to think of anything else.
Chills still shoot through your body even after you tug on your pajamas, and you’re beginning to regret taking that freezing shower. You bury yourself beneath the blankets rumpled on your bed, hugging them tightly.
You answer the phone immediately when Caleb calls back.
“How was your day?” Caleb asks. He sounds more relaxed now, and the overwhelming urge to be there with him surfaces. You would crawl into the bed with him, and he would hold you against him just as he always did. The best part was when he would play gently with your hair, twirling the strands around his finger as you whispered about some random thing that happened during your day.
“I spent time with Tara.” You wonder if Caleb remembers the party Tara told you about, and if he really was watching you the entire time.
“I didn’t receive any pictures, so I am guessing it went okay,” he teases.
“Will you ever drop that?”
“Not likely.” You hear him shuffling through the phone. “I like listening to your voice.”
Your heart clenches, making your chest feel heavy. “I’m only ever a phone call away. You can call me whenever.”
“You’ll make me greedy saying stuff like that.”
“You’re already greedy,” you argue.
Caleb chuckles. “Only because you made me this way. Take some accountability.”
Something sparks across the line, almost electric. “How do you suppose I do that?”
“Are you in bed, pip-squeak?”
His voice is raspy and dark, rumbling through the phone, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand.
“Yes.”
Caleb hums. “Are you wearing those pajamas?”
Your breath hitches. “Yes.”
“You put those on knowing I was going to call you right back.” It isn't a question, he can see right through you. You squirm beneath the blankets, kicking them off to try and cool yourself down. It’s no use, fire is already licking your veins, and you know exactly where this is going.
You hold the phone to your ear with one hand, and you glide the other slowly down your body, stopping just below your navel. Caleb’s breathing picks up through the line, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you imagine him doing the same thing you are.
“Caleb,” you whisper, unsure about what you intend to say, so you let it hang in between you.
“If you had any idea…” he groans. You can hear him moving the blankets on his bed, and then what sounds like a band of sweatpants snapping against skin. “How much…”
“How much what?”
“How much I want you. The things I’ve imagined doing to you.” You whimper and move your hand lower, the tips of your fingers dipping beneath the top of your shorts. The throbbing between your legs makes you squeeze your thighs tightly to try and calm down, but your cunt oozes slick. “All you have to do is give in.”
“We can't.” It’s a poor excuse, one that you barely believe anymore. “What about—”
“Nothing else matters.”
“Some people won't understand.”
There’s a pause. “Then they should just disappear.”
You want to laugh, but you can hear how serious he is even through the phone. Caleb jokes around a lot, but you were good at spotting the moments when his seemingly friendly facade was not the true Caleb hidden beneath.
Your hand slips between your legs, your finger curling upwards to press between your folds and against your clit. A breathy moan escapes your lips, and Caleb’s breath hitches.
“I can't stand being apart from you, not when I know what you’re doing right now,” You hear the slick sound of a hand gliding up and down a cock. Caleb’s cock is thick, you know that much, and you shut your eyes to try and imagine him next to you in the bed. “Do you have any idea how many times I did this while thinking about you?
You don't, but you want to. Caleb’s mouth is filthy, spewing out his dirty thoughts without mercy. The dam has finally broken, and everything comes flooding in. Your cunt gushes against your fingers when you press them inside. It’s impossible to bend your wrist far enough to get them as deeply as you need, and your hand begins to cramp.
“Tell me.”
“That picture…” He pauses. “Every night since you sent me that picture.” You like that it was your picture keeping him company while he was desperate like this. Nobody else. “You drive me crazy, pip-squeak.”
You push through the pain in your wrist, flicking at the bundle of nerves between your legs until your body starts to tremble. Caleb’s breath stutters, and you both plunge over the edge together. For several seconds, the only sound is panting breaths shared between the phone. The pain in your wrist tightens your muscles, and you hiss between teeth as you snatch your hand from your shorts to cradle to your chest.
“You okay?” he asks, voice soft. That dangerous edge has disappeared, and you can hear the concern laced through his tone.
“I’m okay. Hand cramp.”
“I hate that I’m not there to massage it for you,” he complains.
“If you were here, then I don't think it would've been an issue to begin with.” You burn at your own forwardness, wondering where the hell it came from. “I just mean—”
“I know what you meant,” Caleb says, laughing. “I’ll make sure you never have any cramps like that again.”
You’re still shaking even after you came down from your high. Caleb is trying to help you calm down, you can tell by the way he tries to distract you, but it doesn't help. Too many questions whirl through your mind, and you can’t make sense of them.
“I should sleep,” you murmur, eyes heavy as exhaustion washes over you. “Will you call me again tomorrow?”
“Of course. Goodnight, pip-squeak.”
“Goodnight, Caleb.”
You toss the phone onto the empty side of your bed and sigh. There is no way the two of you can ignore anything anymore, not after you both got off together on a phone call.
And as you slowly drift off to sleep, you realize that you don't want to pretend it never happened. Something clicked inside you, and nothing the both of you had done felt anything but right.
-
Caleb: hey :P you should come visit me in skyhaven this weekend. I’ll buy your ticket for the train and pick you up at the station
You wake up to his text.
It’s not because either of you have said anything, but you know that if you go to visit him in Skyhaven this weekend, the two of you will have sex.
That’s what this invitation is, it’s an invitation to finally cross that invisible line together. After years of dancing around it, it is scary to think of traversing the unknown.
Fear has held you back for long enough, and it is time to be brave.
You: yes :) that sounds good
-
The weekend comes quickly. You packed and unpacked several items despite you only going to be gone for a few days. It is the nerves making you so indecisive, and no amount of exercising or reading is helping. You’ve been on high alert since the two of you got off together on the phone, and your mind has spiraled with every what if scenario it could think of.
Needless to say, you’ve been getting horrible sleep. You’re a mess by the time you board the train, but you are excited too. Visiting Caleb in Skyhaven isn't something you get to do often since he was the one that usually visited, but you know exactly why he invited you here instead.
It would help to get away. He is removing you from the situation that makes you so nervous in the first place. Living with gran, being under the same roof as her while the two of you sneak around, it makes the whole thing seem almost dirty.
Gran won’t be mad if the two of you are together, deep down you know that. It is your own mind that whispers poison, preying on your fears until you’re crippled by them. Going to Skyhaven will help. You and Caleb are just two people there, two people who care about each other more than you care about anyone else. It is almost freeing to think about it.
You bite back a smile when the train jerks to a stop. Excitement bubbles inside of you, threatening to burst. People file off the train in groups, and you can't even be bothered to be annoyed when they bump into you carelessly.
Caleb is easy to spot. He’s standing right next to the entrance, staring directly at you, easily finding you in the throng. You both walk toward each other, meeting in the middle with matching smiles. He pulls you in for a hug, and you wrap your arms around his middle. It hasn't been too long since you last saw each other, but so much has happened since.
“I missed you like crazy,” he admits, pressing a gentle kiss to your hair. The spot tingles after, and you squeeze him just the tiniest bit harder to circumvent the feeling.
“I missed you too.” You pull back, lifting your gaze to slowly meet his. A silent understanding passes between the two of you, an acceptance of what is to come.
Caleb slings your bag over his shoulder and grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together before bringing it to his mouth to kiss the knuckles. The gesture is soft and affectionate, making your stomach flutter. He leads you from the station into the parking garage, and you both walk in silence to his car nestled into a dark corner away from most of the others.
You think Caleb is going to open the passenger door for you, but he backs you against it instead, placing a hand on the top of the car to hold himself in place, hovering over you.
Your shoulders tense and your breathing picks up, making your chest stutter. He leans in close, just like he had in the kitchen that one night, and your breaths mingle together. Everywhere your body is touching his tingles, and you are helpless to do anything but wait for whatever he intends to do.
“I need to know one thing,” he whispers, close enough for you to feel his lips just barely grazing yours. “Are we doing this?”
Your eyes leave him to survey the garage, making sure there aren't any onlookers privy to your conversation.
“I’m nervous. I know what coming here means, and I know we can't pretend what happened on the phone never happened.”
Caleb brushes a finger against your lips. “If we do this, then that’s it for me. I won’t share you, pip-squeak, and I won't be able to let you go.”
You nod, words failing you. Caleb bows his head more, and your noses brush together. Your lips part on instinct as your eyes flutter shut. It’s impossible to know if you are hearing your heartbeat or his. They dance together as your lips meet. Years of longing pour out of you in waves, and you grasp at each other for purchase. You gasp into his mouth, and Caleb slips his tongue between your parted lips to lick inside.
It’s desperate, needy. Everything you ever wanted is now in your arms, and you’re drunk off it. Caleb cups your cheek as he slows the kiss, and you subconsciously chase his lips when he pulls away. He chuckles, the low sound rumbling in his chest, making you shiver.
“Let’s go. I would rather not have an audience for anything else.”
You lean back against the cool, leather seats, watching absently as the world passes by in a blur outside the car’s windows. Caleb has one hand on the wheel and the other holding yours, his thumb rubbing circles against your palm. It helps keep you grounded, and you can't fight the swell of emotion.
The base is fairly plain looking, nothing incredibly spectacular about it, but this is the first time you’ll be seeing Caleb’s room. He doesn't let go of your hand even after you exit the car. You follow him in a daze through the building, your anxiety spiking the closer you get to his room.
Caleb stops when someone he knows approaches, and he lets go of your hand in favor of throwing an arm around your shoulder. It’s possessive the way he holds you close.
“This must be the girlfriend,” his friend says, sticking out a hand for you to shake. Caleb glares down at the outstretched hand, and you can feel him squeeze you just the tiniest bit closer. You place your hand in his, giving it a firm shake. The guy laughs, clearly finding you amusing. “Man, I didn't think you actually had one.”
Usually, you would smile along easily and explain why Caleb never introduced you. You did the same thing with his friends at the academy, but it is different now. This time it isn't just an act the two of you are putting on, it feels real.
“She’s a needy one. Likes to spend all her free time with only me when we aren't busy. Isn't that right, honey?”
The term of endearment makes your skin heat, and you really want to get out of this conversation and go to Caleb’s room. “I can't help myself.”
Caleb looks down at you with a hungry expression, and you get the feeling Caleb wants to hurry back to the room as well. Your ears start ringing, and you barely notice Caleb saying his goodbyes and leading you to the room with a hand on the small of your back.
You step inside the room first, barely having a moment to look around before you’re being pressed to the door. Caleb’s front is flush against yours, holding you against the wood as he dips his head for a greedy kiss. You moan into each other’s mouths, swallowing each other’s shallow breaths. Tongues swirl together, tasting each other. Blood roars in your ears, and Caleb kisses you until your lungs grow heavy with their need for air.
His hips roll against yours, letting you feel his arousal. Your head drops back against the door as you gasp, and he kisses from your mouth to your jaw. In your pleasure fueled haze, all you can do is allow yourself to feel, and Caleb licks at your flesh as if starved.
He nips at your neck as he makes a line to your clavicle. One of his hands grabs a handful of your breasts, and he moans against your skin at the feel. It’s like he is finally getting everything he ever wanted, and he’s incapable of controlling himself.
You don't want him to. You want everything he has to give.
He moves quickly, scooping you into his arms and carrying you over to his bed. The room is dark, but you can see the lines of his face from the faint light streaming in through the curtains. You pull him over you, groaning as he presses his weight down onto you. Caleb’s mouth latches onto your neck, sucking at the skin until he leaves a mark.
His hands tug at your shirt, rucking it up and over your head, and he gives you a gentle kiss on your lips before tossing it to his floor. Caleb reaches over for the bedside lamp and switches it on, his eyes trail down your body hungrily.
“Needed to see you,” he rasps. “I’m trying not to lose my mind knowing you weren’t wearing anything underneath.”
The back of his finger lightly grazes your breast, making the tips of them harden beneath his touch. Your chest heaves, making him groan.
“Take this off,” you say, pulling at his shirt. He smirks and leans back, holding your gaze as he pulls the shirt over his head, letting it fall in a heap next to yours on the floor. Caleb looks as if he was carved from marble, his chiseled muscles are drool worthy, and you’re not immune to his good looks. You reach up and place a hand on him, slowly dragging it past his navel and over where he’s throbbing in his pants.
Caleb feels big beneath your palm, and something akin to fear prickles at your mind. He must notice, because he hooks a finger beneath your chin, gently tipping it back and leaning in close.
“I’ve never done this before either,” he admits before placing a kiss on your kiss swollen lips.
“You feel…big,” you say before groaning, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. Caleb huffs in amusement.
“Tell me more about how big I am.”
You peek at him from between your fingers. “Keep teasing me, and we will just go to bed.”
“Don't pout, beautiful.”
The nickname is new, one that makes you flush even darker. You want to smack a hand over his mouth and keep him from saying anything else. Slowly, he peels your hands from your face, dropping a kiss to your knuckles.
You stare at him in awe, lips parting instinctively, and he moves in for another heated kiss. Your fingers thread through his hair, stroking the strands as the kiss turns sloppy.
Caleb rolls his hips, searching for friction against yours. In a desperate attempt to get you both naked, you push at his chest, and Caleb falls back while watching you pull at his belt. Your hands tremble, making it impossible for you to get the button of his jeans undone. He takes over, movements jerky as he pushes his jeans down his legs, leaving him in only his briefs.
Caleb’s briefs are tented from his arousal, and you can see a small patch of wetness from where his cock is weeping pre. Your mouth waters.
“You are still wearing too much clothing,” he complains. He reaches for you, grasping your hips with his hands and hooking fingers beneath your pants. They come off quickly, and you fight the urge to cover where you are soaking through your panties. “ Fuck… ”
Caleb moves down the bed, aligning his face between your thighs, his warm breath ghosting the fabric covering your sensitive flesh. You watch him with hooded eyes as he licks you with the flat of his tongue, sucking fabric into his mouth as he moans.
Gently, he tugs the soiled panties to the side, making you shiver as your swollen cunt is bared to him. He pauses, as if committing this moment to memory, then he is licking a line up your slit.
Your head drops back as you moan, fists clenching the sheets as he lavishes your cunt with his tongue. Caleb eats as if starved, enthusiastically flicking your clit until your body is pressing up into him in search for more. He dips two fingers inside, filling you up with the digits and scissoring them to prepare you for him.
He ruts against the mattress in sync with the fingers he fucks inside you, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your peak. Caleb doesn't bring you there, not yet. Your cunt clenches pathetically around nothing once he removes his fingers, and you moan in anticipation knowing he is going to fill you back up with something much thicker.
He pushes down his briefs. The crown of Caleb’s cock is swollen a purplish-pink, and the length of him is curved ever so slightly. He’s thick and veiny, and the familiar spike of fear returns. Caleb stares down at you with flushed cheeks, slowly stroking his cock in his firm grasp.
“I don't have any condoms,” he says, but he doesn't sound too broken up about it. If anything, it’s almost as if he’s pleased that he doesn't. “Should we…”
“I trust you,” you blurt. “I trust you to pull out.”
Caleb groans. He loosens the grip on his cock, using those same fingers to brush possessively against your lips.“Hearing those words come from these lips.”
Your tongue peeks out, giving his fingers a kittenish lick. The gesture makes his nostrils flare, and your world spins as he flips you onto your stomach. Caleb grabs your hips, pulling you up onto your knees and pressing down on the front of your back, making you arch your hips. Two hands palm at your backside, squeezing desperately at your flesh.
“I’ll take you like this next time,” he murmurs against your ear. You can feel his swollen cock against the back of your thigh as he leans over you, making you dizzy. “But for our first time, I need to see your face.”
You turn your cheek to find his lips, and Caleb diligently obliges, kissing you with mostly tongue. He flips you back over, crawling over you and pressing a hand to the mattress beside your head.
He grasps his cock and directs it between your slickened thighs. Caleb groans and moves his hips, fucking your thighs with jerky movements. When the head of his cock slips between your folds, you moan brokenly as it presses against your entrance.
“Look at me,” he whispers, placing a finger beneath your chin and tilting your head back. You blink up at him, feeling borderline delirious from how turned on you are. He holds your gaze and slowly slips inside, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt. “Pip-squeak…”
Your walls adjust around him, sucking him deeper until you can feel his hips pressed up against your ass. It aches only for a moment before quickly fading to pleasure, and you nod your head to get him to move.
He exhales shakily and pulls his hips back, leaving only the tip of him inside, then he thrusts back in with one swoop, burying himself in your heat once more. The rhythm he sets is desperate yet gentle. He drops his head to your chest, pressing kisses to everywhere he can reach, cherishing you.
The bed creaks from the movement, the sound mixing with the slap of skin. Caleb slips a hand between you, pressing at your clit until you want to scream. You bite down on your lip until the taste of copper fills your mouth. Caleb’s thumb rolls the flesh from beneath your teeth, and he licks at the wound on your lips.
Your body shakes as you teetering over the edge, and your orgasm crashes into you. The high is intoxicating, taking over your body like liquid flame, and you feel your mouth move but cannot hear anything over the ringing in your ears. Caleb follows you over, rolling his hips twice more before he is quickly pulling out, his release splatters across your chest with warm spurts.
He collapses, catching himself on an elbow to not entirely crush you. Your weightless arms wrap around him, holding him against your chest, his cheek nuzzled between your breasts.
Both of you are quiet while catching your breaths, and you stay like that until your chests no longer heave. You can feel the steady beat of his heart near your navel, and the cool press of metal from his necklace. Caleb presses a kiss to the side of your breast, more affectionate than lustful.
“I really do love you, probably more than you realize,” he admits, voice muffled against your skin. “I have for a really long time.”
“I think deep down that I always knew, and that I felt the same, but it was easier to ignore it.”
He absently traces circles against your sensitive side, making you squirm ever so slightly. Caleb chuckles. “You can't ignore it anymore. Neither of us can.”
“I know that. I don't want to ignore it.”
“You’ve always been mine,” he rasps. “That will never change.”
“As long as you're mine as well.”
Caleb hums softly.
“I’ve never been anything other than yours.”