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Caleb first saw you at a university event.
Not as a student, but rather a guest presenter speaking about his experiences in the Deepspace tunnels. The college event felt like any other — he remembers his speech, the large crowd. The obnoxious whispers and stares of the female students and the glares from the male.
Then he sees you, a pretty little thing looking bored out of her mind. You’re sitting in the back with your friends — you obviously don’t want to be here, by how you’re tapping your finger gently against the desk with your chin resting delicately on your propped hand. This probably wasn’t your field.
It happens so casually after his presentation. A light brush of your shoulder paired with a couple charming words; and now he’s got your number and most importantly, your attention.
It’s been a couple months since your first encounter. Daily calls and messages are frequent between the two of you, and it’s obvious there's something that runs deeper.
Caleb stares wearily at the scattered groups of reports spread across his desk, tired eyes straining to focus. He can feel a low headache starting to pulse behind his eyes and glances at the clock. It’s 11pm, almost midnight. His tie hangs loose around his neck and his shirt is slightly crumpled. He misses you.
Caleb: I missed you today, princess. Can we talk soon?
Sweet girl: call? ♡
Caleb doesn’t waste a second, calling you as soon as your message goes through. When you pick up, he hears your adorable, giddy giggles through the speaker.
“Hi Caleb.”
His shoulders relax the moment he hears your voice. He brushes his bangs back, the moonlight reflecting off the grey streaks in his hair, before he tilts his head back and shuts his eyes.
“There’s my beautiful girl,” he rumbles in his deep, velvety voice. He adjusts his glasses with one hand, tilting his head to hold his phone between his ear and shoulder. “Missed me that much? I can tell by your sigh.”
Organizing some files, he sinks deeper into his leather chair, the twinkling lights shining behind him. Through the speaker there's a faint ‘of course’ that makes a smile tug on his lips.
“You’ve got all these young guys messaging you non-stop, but you’re spending your time with me, some guy that could be as old as your father?”
Caleb hears the disapproving click of your tongue. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You know I hate it.”
He chuckles fondly at your words. “Sweetheart, I’m in my mid-forties. You should be talking to a man closer to your age, not an old man like me.” His voice is steady and confident. “But god, do I love talking to you.”
“Mhm, yeah?” He hears you rustle around. You must be in your bed, getting ready to tuck in for the night. Caleb imagines your sweet self getting comfortable, face bare and pajamas on.
The rustling sounds go on for too long. It makes Caleb tap his finger against the arm rest of his office chair, aware something is awry.
You take a moment to settle in, before continuing with a teasing lift of your voice. “You are much older.”
You little minx. But he doesn’t mind. He couldn’t ever get enough of your teasing — or your anything. It’s something to look forward to on the long days where he gets no sleep, or nights after dealing with difficult company. Even after exhausting trips from the Deepspace tunnels. You’re his reason for coming back home.
Caleb’s thoughts are broken when he hears your voice again. “What was that, princess? I’m sorry, I was thinking. You have all my attention now.”
“I asked, hah, when can we call next? Your last trip took you away from me for too long.” The rustling is back. His breath hitches slightly, catching on.
Of course. Your overly high pitched voice, that terrible attempt at stifling a moan. He can imagine your hand drifting down your pajamas. The thought of a beautiful girl touching herself while talking to him makes him harden in his suit pants. “Sweetheart, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re hiding something.”
“I’m not,” your muffled voice answers. “I’m sleepy.”
Caleb runs a hand though his hair, voice strained as he tries to hide his arousal. “Then why aren’t you sleeping, beautiful?” He winces when he hears his voice deepen further. “Aren’t you in your pajamas, ready for bed?”
“Yes,” you whisper softly. “My fuzzy ones. The ones you bought me last week.”
Your voice is as sweet as sugar. Caleb swallows hard, picturing you in those cute pajamas that he bought you, touching yourself slowly. His hand unconsciously drifts down to palm himself.
“Princess, are you touching yourself right now?” He can feel how hoarse his throat is. If he was more conscious of how he was behaving, he might have been embarrassed.
“No,” he hears your voice lift. Liar.
“Am I mistaken? Then are you restless, unable to sleep? I can hear you moving quite frequently.”
Silence resonates between the two of you, before there's a sharp whine. “I’m sorry,” he hears you whimper. “Your voice is just so deep, and you’re so handsome…”
A heat travels through him at your whine, making his cock throb. “You sound so turned on, is it just from my voice? Are you…?” Caleb trails off, hoping you'll catch the hint and finish for him.
He hears you mumble some sort of confirmation, before you murmur, “Can I see your face?”
Caleb quickly agrees to your request and turns on his face cam. His tired eyes stare back at him, but the vision is quickly forgotten when he sees you, his sweet girl, under the sheets and comfortable in bed. “Here's your old man, princess. Still want me like this?”
Your head frantically nods at his question, and your enthusiasm makes Caleb chuckle. “Please,” you gasp.
Oh. You’re needy tonight. Calls like this aren’t a new thing, but the extra whine in your voice, your squirming. He can tell he’s fighting a losing battle.
“Can I see, baby?” His voice is struggling to stay even. The vision of you makes it hard for him to fight against being the bigger person.
Your camera drifts from your face to where your hand is moving under the sheets. Caleb slowly undoes his belt buckle, feeling relief when the restraints are released and his heavy cock bobs into the cold air.
His swollen tip is oozing sticky precum, flushed and painful looking. Caleb groans when he swipes the pre from his cock, slicking up his hand to give himself nice, firm strokes.
“Please, Caleb,” you whimper, lips bitten red. The sight makes him want to kiss your flushed lips.
“Please what, princess?” His breathing picks up and he feels his cock twitch in his hand. “You want me to keep talking so that you can make yourself cum from hearing my voice? Want me to tell you what I’m imagining, or what I would do if I was with you right now?”
Caleb bites back a groan when you push your sheets away from your body, showing him how achy you are for him. Your hand is down the front of your pajamas, frantically pressing against your clit.
“I-It’s not enough,” you gasp, squirming as you bask in his unwavering attention.
“Then why don’t you take your pajama pants off?” Caleb swallows thickly, voice filled with lust. “Show me which panties you’re wearing. I won’t ask you to show your pretty pussy on camera… but I want to hear you.”
He watches your thumb hook under your waistband, tugging your pants down a bit to reveal a cute, comfortable pair of red cotton panties. Disgusting thoughts race through his mind — words that he wouldn’t dare say out loud to avoid scaring you off.
Caleb groans and strokes himself, thumb circling his tip. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
You mewl, nodding. Just as Caleb’s about to ramble some more, he freezes when you ask him a question.
“Can’t I come over?”
“…Princess, listen,” he says firmly, trying to distract himself from making the rash decision of driving you over to see you bare for himself. For now, he’ll settle for pathetically jerking himself off to whatever you’re willing to give him.
“You know I can’t have you over right now. I’m in the middle of important work.” Lies. Caleb can see the hurt in your eyes before he even looks at you.
“You’re lying,” you say, voice disappointed.
“I’m not,” Caleb insists. He sighs heavily, running his hand through his greying hair. “I’m not lying. I just… can’t have you over right now, okay? You know I’d send a car to pick you up and take you to me if I could.”
His hand moves faster on his cock as he lies to you, desperate to change the topic and keep you on the line talking to him. His heart stings and his hand slows when he sees your quivering lips and teary eyes.
“Fine.” Click.
Caleb stares at his phone. You hung up. He instantly regrets his choice of words and subconsciously misses your presence immediately. After a second he calls you, hoping you’d pick up.
When none of his calls go through, he sends you a message.
Caleb: I’m sorry. Don’t be mad. Pick up please?
Caleb: At least let me fix this before you go to bed. I don’t want you to go to sleep angry. Especially at me.
After several minutes of silence he shuts off his phone and tosses it onto his desk, leaning back into his office chair and running a frustrated hand over his face. His cock is slowly softening in his lap, completely ignored.
Fuck.
A while passes before Caleb realizes that he’s blocked. On everything. He groans, his erection long gone and replaced with frustration and regret. He never meant to make you mad.
Caleb had noticed during the past week that you’ve been more antsy and unsure of the relationship between the two of you, due to the sole reason that he wouldn’t bed you. He wants to, desperately. But he has to think morally and ethically, for the both of you.
But god, does he wants to fuck you so bad. He imagines the panties that he would tuck into his back pocket, your thighs hooked around his shoulders. Or your pretty self on your hands and knees in his sheets, his hot lips trailing down your spine as he pleasures you until you cry.
Deciding against rubbing a quick one out, he tucks himself back into his pants before he gets hard again at the perverted thoughts of you. He then stares at his desk where his phone lays, pulling his glasses off to rub his eyes tiredly.
In recent days and for the first time in a while, he feels the glaringly obvious age gap between the two of you. He knows he’s being overly careful and mindful. Mindful that he’s almost in his late forties now, while you’re still in your early twenties enjoying college. Mindful that age gaps like the one between the both of you are frowned upon. Mindful that while he’s settled down and stable, you’re still experiencing new things and figuring out life.
The power dynamic is skewed, and the experience gap is too massive. Maybe it’s a good thing you’re acting up now — perhaps this is for the best.
Despite thinking that, Caleb’s heart twinges at the thought of distancing himself from you. He knew the time was coming where he wouldn’t be able to give you everything you wanted. Caleb is fond of you — he’s well aware. He doesn’t want to give you up, but if it’s for the better, he’ll shove those feelings down as far as they’ll go.