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Your eyes flutter open at the echo of a knock from the other room. The floors creak as Grandma makes her way down the hall followed by her shadow passing under the bedroom door. Hardly any light filters through the window of your room. You prop yourself up, and fumble for your phone to check the time. Your eyes squint at the bright screen— 6:13AM— then your focus shifts to several unread messages on the locked screen.
“Hey..grandma told me you were coming home from college this weekend.”
”Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was able to get off work so I can come see you. I know you’re probably already asleep so I’ll see you when you wake up :)”
Caleb?? He’s here?!
Grandma’s greeting is hardly audible, and heavy footsteps thud casually towards the room and halt on the other side of the door. Your chest beats erratically as guilt riddles in your gut. It has been a week since the incident, and you’re not sure if you are ready to face him again… not yet.
Instead of air dropping the picture of the cute cafe you went to the day prior, you accidentally selected a picture of yourself in your bra and underwear— in a rather seductive pose. To make matters worse, you both were in the same room, only a mere few feet apart while helping Grandma cook. You didn’t realize what you sent until his bafflement and reticent behavior raised suspicion to look at your messages. Your embarrassment provoked an overwhelming desire to flee, but instead, you avoided his lingering glances until you were able to leave. You both were conveniently busy the remainder of his stay.
A tap of his knuckle on the door snaps you back to the present.
SHIT.
You plop your head back down onto the pillow, squeezing your eyes shut as the door opens ajar.
“Hey pipsqueak,” he whispers. The light of the hallway fills the room as he enters further.
You hear the clank of his boots as he makes his way to the other side of your bed. He must still be in uniform, not wasting time to change before heading home. You dare not open your eyes as his presence hovering above you is paralyzing.
The bed shifts as he settles on its edge, and his fingers trace the outline of your hair, sending a shiver down your spine. Steading breaths to not give yourself away, you wait patiently for his next move.
He only sighs.
Your frustration grows at his lack of initiation, so you groan slightly, shifting a leg up, exposing you are only in a cami top and underwear. A sharp inhale through his teeth is all that can be heard before he stands. You follow the echo of his steps as he moves to the door to shut it. A soft click of the lock delights you, and you squeeze your pillow in anticipation — Success.
On occasion, he touched himself while you slept in the past, but it has been so long since you had heard the noises he makes mere inches away while you faked your slumber. It was a secret shared, but you have never known if he knew both of you were in on it.
He nestles back into bed. “Hey, are you awake?” A question he asks every time, and as always, you never give him a response. A minute passes and with no answer, he unbuckles his pants. You bite down on your eagerness. The bed rocks slightly with the motions of his hand as he gives in to his own pleasure. You revel in the sounds that leave his lips, followed by the whisper of your name. His body is close, so close, but he never makes contact.
His movement ceases suddenly.
You lie there waiting for him to continue. Why has he stopped? Your body tenses as he reaches over you, brushing his hand against yours before his fingers wrap around your phone. He takes it from your grip and glances at the screen. Placing it gently on the nightstand, he clears his throat as if he will speak, but he remains silent.
Your mouth is parched. Does he know you are not asleep? If he has caught on, he may not continue. You offer a soft moan, and twist slightly onto your stomach. He doesn’t react. To encourage him further, your back arches, exposing your ass to him; anything that will get him to continue.
He hums to himself quietly before fingertips trace down your spine, and you try your best to not squirm, but cannot contain the shutter that runs through you. He leans in once more against your neck and inhales. His breath tickles, and your back arches further in response until you’re pressed against him.
“Are you pretending to be asleep?”
The pounding of your pulse is deafening. You bite deep onto your lip as if they would betray you in answering him.
”I’ll play along,” he mouths against your skin. His hand begins to roam along your side before resting on your hip. His warmth is inviting, but you remain as still as possible for him to continue his exploration. Your breath hitches as his fingers make their way under your thigh.
“You know…I have methods to get the answers I seek.” A moment’s pause before his fingers brush against your core, only separated by the thin fabric.
Just as you think you can regain control of your breathing, he slips a finger under the hem of your underwear. Your posture tenses, and your abdomen flutters, aching for more.
“You’re already so wet,” he murmurs into your neck. His touch is gentle over the sensitive flesh as he rubs across your clit. It takes all of your willpower to not rotate your hips against his gliding fingers. You feel as though you may implode when he begins the circular motions.
Suddenly, the floor creaks— he freezes. Your eyes fling open, catching Grandma’s shadow slips past the door. You can sense his gaze piecing the room’s entrance in warning. He waits, confirming she has retreated to her room. When her door shuts, you hold in your sigh of relief, relaxing into your pillow once more.
Without hesitation, he slips a finger inside you.
You gasp, holding back the urge to grind against his movements. His body shifts, fingers not losing their momentum, as he moves downward. You brace yourself for whatever comes next.
A new sensation floods your senses as his tongue glides over your cunt. Your grip on the pillow tightens as your composure slips. One hand holds your underwear to the side, and his other is fingering in rhythm with his mouth. You blush at lewd sounds of his tongue lapping over your pussy. An unexpected moan escapes your lips. You tilt your face further into the pillow in an attempt to conceal it. The heat in your core rises, and without fully realizing it, your body is rocking against his face.
You stifle a whimper as he halts his pleasuring. Without warning, he grips your arm, twisting your body to face him.
“Caleb,” you exclaim louder than intended.
“Shhhhh” he snaps. His fingers brush your lips before your eyes meet his at last. Your cheeks burn with reticence as he drinks you in, causing you to self-consciously avert your gaze. “Look at me.”
Glancing back to him, he leans into you. His expression softens into something that slows your racing thoughts. The tip of his cap taps your forehead before he brushes his lips over yours tenderly— waiting— asking. Your hand reaches to touch his cheek in answer. He kisses you at last. It starts slow, but the passion builds quickly before you find yourself gasping for air against his mouth.
You pull away, and his unblinking stare turns you on even more. “Can you touch yourself again?” you ask coyly.
Caleb sits up with a chortle at your request, but is quick to dip his hand into his unzipped pants, springing his cock out into view. You lick your bottom lip anxiously as he begins to stroke himself. His violet eyes gleam in the dimly lit room, narrowing on your cunt. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot.” His sharp breaths are broken between groans with each pump of his hand.
“What have you been thinking about?” you mutter, attention now fully focused on his erection that has started to glisten with pre-cum. You subconsciously spread your legs further.
“How about I show you instead,” he counters, grasping your wrist. Caleb guides your hand, spreading his arousal around the head of his shaft with your fingertip. It pulses beneath your touch. A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he hums to himself in thought. He lifts your hand to your mouth and pauses. “Do you want to taste how bad I need you?”
You nod, opening your mouth for him. He runs your finger over your tongue. His expression relaxes into something more desperate as you indulge in its salty essence. A smack of your lips fills the silence as he guides you back to his dripping cock. As he wraps your fingers around his twitching shaft, you begin fluid up and down motions in unison. His penetrating stare darkens into something akin to obsession.
“Fu—fuck,“ he whimpers. He leans back in to kiss you, gliding his tongue into your mouth with a moan. Your core trembles with need. His other hand slips between your legs, pulling your underwear to the side once more. Caleb lowers his hips, your pussy fluttering when his tip brushes against you.
“Wait.”
“I won’t go in,” he whispers reassuringly, and your body loosens.
You don’t know why you hesitated considering this is exactly what you want— where you want to be. Any lingering frustration vanishes as he begins to grind himself against you. Your body reacts in motion to him as he thrusts downward, and the tension in your core builds. Your eyes dart between his lingering gaze and the fluid motion of cock bobbing between your soaked lips.
“God I’m— you’re so wet. This…this feels so good.” He groans with each dip of his hips, louder than he should. His pace quickens, but the rhythm, and the pressure against your clit is precise. Your hand kneads into his hair, knocking his cap off his head.
“Caleb, I—” your sentence is cut by your own moan. You shutter with overwhelming pleasure that consumes you, leaving you jolting under his body.
His hand cups your mouth, muffling your audible climax. “Shhh, shhh..that’s it,” he coos. Pleasure fades leaving you gasping under his palm.
“I’ve always wondered what you sound like.” He kisses across your chin and down your neck.
“Caleb…”
“Hmm?” He doesn’t bother leaving the crook of your neck.
“Maybe…maybe just the tip can…” You clear your throat to try and rephrase, but your thoughts are disoriented.
The morning glimmer reflects in his widened eyes, then he smiles tenderly. Pressing the head of his cock against you once more, you flinch as it slides over your sensitive flesh, settling against your entrance. In an attempt to distract yourself from the anticipation, you unbutton his uniform. Your hands glide over his chest and abs. Warmth under your palm offers comfort as you brace yourself. There’s no going back, nor would you want to.
Caleb eases inside of you bit by bit, his tip teasing you to beg for more of him as he rocks his hips to and fro. You arch your back to feel him better— deeper.
“You’re so fucking tight.” His voice is ragged and needy. “But…this isn’t enough to satisfy me,” he warns before sinking deep inside of you. There’s a slight burn as your body stretches to accommodate him. He pauses, waiting for any objection. “I’ve always wanted to be this close to you. To make you feel good. To be what brings you the most pleasure.”
You pull him into your embrace, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. His thrusts build momentum, overwhelming your senses. A loud noise resounds where your bodies meet, and you break the kiss. He pauses, furrowing his brow as you try to create distance. Embarrassment seeps over you. He realizes the cause of your change in demeanor, and before you can say anything, he smirks.
“You hear that pipsqueak? She’s talking to me.” His voice is raw, drowned in desire, but offers a playful smirk.
You scoff. “Caleb!” you sputter, smacking his chest, but you don’t object further as he pulls you in closer. He chuckles under his breath before continuing to thrust deep into your walls. It feels better than you even imagined. Your hips move against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
”I’ve missed you so much,” you whimper against him, sending him into a frenzy. He fucks into you with force, and your body is consumed by the glided sweeps of his cock against your g-spot. You’ve craved this more than you were ever willing to admit. Covering each other’s mouths as your shared moans fill the air, you both frantically push yourselves over the edge of ecstasy. This time, your release comes in waves of engulfing pleasure, burying your senses into oblivion.
He mumbles something through your hand, drawing your attention from your lingering orgasm, and it takes a moment to realize what he’s saying — he’s about to cum.
As he starts to withdraw, you pull his hand away from your lips. “No, don’t leave me,” you plead. He needs no further convincing as plunges deep in you. The warmth of his essence fills you completely, overflowing cum drips out of your clenched pussy as he withdraws.
You lie in his arms after he cleans you up, drowsiness taking over as his chest rises and falls beneath you. You try not to think about what comes next. This moment — with him — is where you want to be and you want to indulge in it forever.
He breaks the long silence at last. “Are you asleep?”
“No”
“I can make us some breakfast. Eating after coitus is important”
You look up at him with a furrowed brow. His grin is obnoxiously cute and innocent. You withdraw from his embrace and comfort of the bed to slip on your shorts.
“Two things,” you announce, holding two fingers up at him. He watches you dress from the bed, hand resting behind his head. He waiting patiently for you to continue. “One…don’t ever call it coitus again.” His eyes sparkle with amusement.
“And two…I want pancakes, please.”
His laugh thrums through you, and he takes your hand to help him out of bed.
“You got it pipsqueak.”