Luvcandy24

You weren’t sure what possessed you to do it. The black card in your wallet suddenly weighed a ton and your fingers itched to grab it. Maybe it was because Sylus had been on a business trip for the last ten days with only a few texts and a daily call to let you know he was still alive, but it wasn’t enough. You weren’t too proud to say that you missed him terribly, or that you’ve resorted to wearing his clothes to feel just a little bit closer to him when his side of the bed was empty and cold.

You kept staring at the mannequins displaying a new line of spring clothing, wondering if you were, in fact, that desperate…

You were.

With reddening cheeks, you left the store with a small bag, hoping Sylus would ignore the charge on his card. After all, with his encouragement, you’d been using it more and more since you two had gotten engaged. You eyed the ring on your finger with a small smile before continuing.

To take your mind off your most recent purchase, you opted to go to several other stores, buying new jewelry or shoes to hopefully throw Sylus off the trail.

The drive home was fairly boring with no music from your multiple playlists to catch your attention. It was only when you pulled into the spacious garage of the compound that saw your favorite black car finally back in its place and your heart nearly hopped out of your chest. Its presence could only mean one thing.

You nearly sprinted to the elevator leading up to the penthouse, jamming the top floor button the entire ride up to make it go faster.

As soon as the door opened, you jogged into the master bedroom, immediately locking eyes with the fiance you’ve missed so terribly.

A slow grin grew on his face.

“Surprise, Kitten. I’m home early.” You smiled back at him before dropping the several shopping bags in your hands and running to him. He stood quickly and caught you mid-jump and chuckled when you locked your legs around his waist. “I suppose I was missed?”

“More than you could even imagine, Sy.” You breathed in his scent, letting the familiar aroma soak back into your skin where it belonged, and let out a contented sigh. “How long have you been back?”

“Only about twenty minutes.”

“Did everything go okay?” You asked, slowly letting yourself fall back to your feet, but keeping your arms tight around his neck.

“Couldn’t have gone better, Sweetie. I just couldn’t bear to be away from you any longer.”

At that, you stood on your toes to kiss him. It was long and deep, just what you needed after so long apart.

Feeling emboldened by his sudden presence and the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you broke away with an excited smile.

“I got a present for you.” The eagerness in your voice made him quirk an eyebrow.

“Should I be nervous?” He questioned.

“…Only a little bit,” you relented. After retrieving the discarded bag, you held it out to him, playfulness swimming in your eyes. He only gave you an amused, questioning look before reaching inside.

He held up the scrap of fabric that could scarcely be called a thong on one finger, eyeing it appreciatively.

“Although I appreciate the thought, I don’t think they’re my size, Kitten,” he joked with that smirk that drove you wild in the best ways.

“Oops! That one’s mine. Keep looking,” you encouraged, taking your pair from his hand. He grabbed the last item from the bag and looked at it in his palm.

“Boxers?” He questioned.

“That match with my underwear!” You exclaimed, but your cheeks were on fire. You really hadn’t thought this through.

He was silent before a rich laugh came from deep in his chest. After examining them carefully, he noticed that both pairs of underwear sported what looked like tiny pomegranates. Some were bitten into, others were whole, and some were empty shells.

“Why don’t you try them on?” I’ll do the same,” you suggested, running to the en suite to change. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if he would even like them, let alone wear them.

You stripped yourself of almost all your clothes besides your bra and slipped on your new thong. You turned in the mirror, this way and that, and you had to admit they were really cute on you. Though you weren’t sure if Sylus would feel the same about his since they weren’t his usual style.

“Ready?” You called out. A low hum came from the other side of your door and you stepped out, running straight into his bare chest. “Oof! Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you were right there.”

“You look adorable, Kitten.” He said it so nonchalantly, but you didn’t miss the way his eye was glowing slightly as it raked over your nearly naked form. You looked down and saw he actually did put on your gift and they fit him perfectly.

“I could say the same about you, mister, though I think we look pretty damn awesome matching together!” You exclaimed, dragging him to the floor length mirror in the corner. “Let’s take a pic!”

You posed, pushing yourself into his side and hooking your free thumb into the waistband of your own garment. Sylus followed your lead and copied the pose, slinging his other arm over your shoulders.

“I’m assuming this was one of the charges I saw on my card earlier?”

You nodded and tossed your phone onto the chair next to the mirror, opting to run your hands up his stomach and chest slowly.

“What else did you buy?” He asked, clenching his teeth as he brought a hand to your wrist.

“Maybe a few other things… for your viewing pleasure.”

“I can’t wait to see them,” he smirked, tucking his thumb barely under the elastic of your thong.

“Surprised?”

“Of course. And you were right,” he said, gripping your hips and slowly guiding you towards his bed.

“About what?”

“We do look ‘awesome’ matching…” he paused to kiss you deeply, licking your bottom lip and pulling away before you could respond. “Although I think this new purchase would look better matching on the floor.”

You grinned and pulled him back in for a searing kiss.

She couldn’t believe his stamina. After going who knows how many rounds with Caleb the night prior, he was still bouncing on his toes at the outdoor basketball court like he had energy left to burn. Meanwhile, she had to measure her steps with great care to make sure her knees wouldn’t buckle as she walked. 

But God, she had never been happier. 

Her thighs ached as she adjusted in her seat, trying to get a better view of her boyfriend across the court. As they made eye contact, he smiled brightly at her, three girls on her right squealed loudly. 

“Did you see that!? He smiled at me!” One of them boasted excitedly. 

“No way! He was totally looking at me!” Another argued. 

“Whatever,” the last one said, tossing her hair over her shoulder nonchalantly, evidently regaining her composure. “We all know Caleb likes me.”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at their antics, trying to ignore the uncomfortable knot of possessiveness starting to coil in her gut. The girls continued to argue amongst themselves, slowly turning their attention back towards Caleb, who was none the wiser, bouncing the ball idly in front of him as his team talked strategy. 

She made an infinitesimal adjustment and winced as her lower back protested the movement. 

‘I'm going to kill him,’ she thought, as the memories of last night swirled in her head, she decided his punishment would probably be enjoyable for both of them. 

The whistle startled her out of her thoughts as she watched as Caleb moved gracefully across the court, passing and catching the ball easily, like he could do it blindfolded. 

She cheered him on along with most of the students in the bleachers, only stopping to subtly glare at the group of girls who were relentlessly trying to get his attention. 

Eventually, half time came with the shrill blow of a whistle and Caleb wasted no time jogging to stand in front of his girlfriend. 

“Hey! Have some water,” he started, holding an unopened bottle for her to grab. “Your throat must be sore from cheering for me so loudly,” he finished with a teasing grin. 

She snatched the bottle from his hand and opened it, holding it out for him instead. 

“My throat is just fine, thank you. The rest of me? Not so much,” she added with a playful glare. She caught him hiding a satisfied smirk as he took a large gulp of water. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the three girls whispering amongst themselves. Looks of appraisal shot towards Caleb, and derision pointed at her. He must have asked her a question because when she didn’t answer, he waved a hand in front of her face. 

“Still with me?” He questioned, subtly following her line of sight. When she leaned forward to grasp the bottom hem of his tank top to tug him towards her a little, her nail scratched the vein hidden under his navel. An accident of course, but the effect was immediate. His face, already flushed from running up and down the court in such heat, reddened further, and the blush on his cheeks spread to his neck. 

With a slight cough to clear his throat, along with another sip of water, he schooled his expression into one she was probably too familiar with: taunting. 

“I didn’t take you for the type to get jealous so easily, Pipsqueak. I’m flattered.” His grin was both infuriating and gorgeous, but she wouldn’t let him win that easily. 

“Jealous?” She leaned closer despite the ache in her torso, eyes slightly hooded. His own widened slightly, clouding over like he was under a spell. “Jealousy implies wanting something that isn’t yours. You’re already mine, Caleb.” 

He swore under his breath and his head fell to rest on her shoulder. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled, but she was too busy glancing at the girls a few seats away from her with a sly smile. “Want me to prove it?” he asked, face pressed into the crook of her neck. 

“Prove what?” 

“That I’m yours.” 

“And how would you do that?” She inquired, leaning back so he could see her face her again. He only moved his arms to rest on either side of her, caging her in. More flashbacks from last night brought a blush to her cheeks. 

“I have a few ideas…” he trailed off with a wicked grin. Before she could answer, the whistle blew again and the next thing she knew, he was kissing her. In front of everybody, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

As he pulled away, he quickly tugged his tank top up and over his head, tossing it to her as he took a few steps back. 

“Hang on to that for me, will you?” He grinned, giving her a wink before turning to jog towards his team. 

Heat immediately rushed towards her face and she slapped a hand over her mouth to stop the yell threatening to come out. 

His back looked absolutely wrecked, long red scratch marks decorated almost every inch, some even looking like they were beginning to bruise. Others looked like she had actually managed to draw blood. And the single bite mark on his right pec didn’t do anything to help her case. 

Her head snapped up at the sound of riotous yells coming from his team. They were slapping his shoulders and shaking him teasingly, playfully taking pictures of his marred skin. 

She caught Caleb’s eye over his shoulder and he winked at her. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop the satisfied smirk that grew when she glanced sideways, raising an eyebrow at the girls who were still glaring daggers at her. 

You couldn’t believe how angry Caleb was. You’d rarely seen him in this state and you were even more shocked that he was basically silent. You expected a lecture, firm voice never raised but unrelenting nonetheless. 

He’d caught you after you snuck out of the house to go to a carnival with a boy from school, and just as you thought you’d get your first kiss, Caleb stepped in. 

“We’re leaving,” he’d said, waves of anger radiating from him. “And you,” he looked at the boy behind him. “Try that again. I dare you.” The threat was clear and the poor kid just shook his head with wide eyes and left quickly without sparing you another glance. 

You scoffed at the whole scene before withering under Caleb’s glare, although you couldn’t help but be irritated at his interruption. This was the fourth time he’s interrupted a date, which is why you snuck out in the first place. 

He grabbed your hand and hauled you back to his car, opening your door with a hard look on his face before shutting it with a little more force than necessary. 

You watched him from the corner of your eye as he drove home. His hand was clenched on the wheel while the other systematically pushed his bangs back; a tell of his frustration he’d had since he was little. 

The ride home was deathly quiet, he didn’t even turn on music; another sign that you’d screwed up big time. 

“Cay-“ 

“Don’t.” The one syllable was so commanding that you didn’t dare try again, so you propped your chin up in your hand and watched the city go by. 

It was a perfect spring evening. The trees were blooming and the streetlights had just started to come on. You thought back to when that meant it was time for you to stop playing night games with the neighborhood kids and go home. 

After an eternity in the car, Caleb finally parked in front of the house and wasted no time walking around to open your door with the same hard look on his face from the carnival parking lot. 

You decided it would be better just to follow his unspoken instructions, stepping out and waiting for his lead. 

Without a word or look at you, he strode into the house and stood in the front room while you locked the door. 

“Where’s gran?” You asked quietly. 

“Out.”

“For how long?” 

“Long enough for us to talk about what just happened.” 

“Come on, Cay, I’m not a little kid anymore! I’m allowed to have fun and go on dates and, god forbid, kiss a boy!” You finally let yourself explode a little bit and it was cathartic. You’d been so frustrated with his constant interruptions and you realized in that moment that you hadn’t had a proper outlet for these bottled up feelings. 

“But you have to sneak out to do it? I thought you’d been kidnapped!” He snapped back. 

“Of course I had to sneak out! I wouldn’t have been able to go otherwise!” 

He let out a heavy sigh and shook his head with his hands on his hips. 

“You know, for someone as smart as you, you’re pretty dumb, Pipsqueak.” 

What the fuck? Did he actually just call you dumb? 

“Excuse me?” 

“This won’t happen again. Got it?” He had that same commanding tone and it made you shake with anger. Who did he think he was telling you what to do?

“You don’t control me, Caleb. I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you can’t stop me,” you stated, crossing your arms with a scowl on your face. 

That just made him laugh, which irritated you even more. 

“You don’t get it, do you?” He said, pushing his bangs back again. “I’ll always be there to interrupt. No matter where I am or how old we are, as long as I’m alive, no one will ever get that close to you again.” 

His statement both shocked you and made a warm ache bloom in your chest. 

“You’re insane,” you stated. His head whipped to you and even in the low light of the family room, you could see the way his spine straightened.  

He advanced on you slowly like a predator, his eyes both unnerved and excited you. 

“You think I like feeling like this?” He practically growled out. “Constantly being at the end of my rope but still falling, waiting for that final snap that will kill me?” 

He was getting dangerously close, so you took a few steps back until a wall stopped you, but he was still coming towards you. 

“I wish I could get rid of these feelings. Believe me, it would be better than this torture.” 

You shrunk back into the wall, holding an arm out to keep him from getting too close. You wouldn’t be able to bear it. 

“Caleb, don’t-“ your hand was pressed firmly against his sternum, but he inched closer easily, resting his elbow above your head. 

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t, Pipsqueak.” Even without looking at him, you could tell he was practically glaring at you. 

Truthfully, no response came to your head. Your fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt, eyes scrunched shut at what you knew was coming. 

“I-I can’t…” you finally managed with a shaking voice. 

An unamused huff left him and he brought his hand up to capture yours still crumpling his shirt. 

“Then why? What are you scared of?” He asked, leaning closer. 

“Everything will change. What if… what if we end up driving each other crazy?” 

This time, his laugh rumbled deep in his chest so you could feel it beneath your fingers. 

“I’m already crazy for you, silly girl. Are you really so blind?” 

That finally made you look up at him, and the look in his eyes shocked you. It was pure adoration mixed with barely withheld restraint. 

“Really?” You asked, honestly shocked. He swallowed and nodded his head, leaning down to kiss your temple lightly. 

You let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes, not realizing you leaned into his touch instinctively. This motivated him to cup your cheek, trailing his lips down slowly. 

“Why do you think I constantly interrupt your dates? Why I’ve told everyone at school that you’re off limits, or that any guy with enough balls to approach you has to go through me first?” His mouth was leaving torturous pecks along your jaw line moving closer and closer to your mouth with each question he posed. 

Your hands moved on their own, gripping his shoulders but unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away. 

“I should smack you for all of that,” you muttered. “I was wondering why hardly anyone talks to me at school.” 

“Mmhmm. You probably should,” he said. “But you won’t.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Because… you want this just as much as I do.” 

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours and you melted into him, bringing your arms to wind around his neck and pull him closer. A small sound came from deep in his throat and he tilted his head, slotting your lips together at a new angle that made you dizzy. 

The hair at the base of his neck tickled your fingers as you gripped him there, knocking the pair of you back into the wall with a thud. It startled you both enough for him to pull away slightly, just enough to breathe but not without sharing each other's air. 

He watched you as you tried to comprehend what just happened, his eyes darting from your mouth to your eyes and back to your lips so quickly you could barely keep up. 

“How did you even know where I was?” You whispered. He rested his forehead on yours gently. 

“I don’t think you want to know the answer, Pip.” 

“…We’ll talk about that later,” you breathed out before pulling him back into another searing kiss. 

Your stomach felt like it was on fire, and you couldn’t get close enough to him. You tried pulling on his shoulders and neck and even his torso, but it just wasn’t enough. 

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” he mumbled against the skin of your neck. He bent down and quickly grabbed the back of your legs to hoist you up, quickly resealing your mouths as your legs wrapped around his waist and finally, you were a little bit closer to him. 

His hips kept you pinned to the wall and he continued his assault, and your hands moved down his back, hoping he would arch into you a little more. The groan he let out when your nails dug into his shoulder blades made your entire body shiver. 

“S’not enough,” you managed to say between kisses. His tongue that had been leaving wet marks on your collarbone was suddenly replaced by teeth. With the sound of your yelp still in the air, he renewed his grip on your thighs and started walking in the direction of his room. 

“You can’t say things like that. I’ll actually lose my mind.” He sat on his bed, back resting against the headboard and you tried to push your tongue into his mouth. His own tongue caressed yours and it made you tighten your grip on his hair. 

You didn’t like that his head was still so much higher than yours, you were sure his neck was starting to hurt. 

With your hands on his shoulders, you adjusted yourself so your legs were on either side of his hips, before you pushed him back a little. Just enough to make his mattress bounce a little below you. 

You took a moment to watch him. His eyes were hooded and dark, his lips were a little swollen and damp, and his hair was positively disheveled. 

A slow smirk spread across his face. 

“Enjoying the view?” He asked, rubbing his hands on your sides. 

“Asshole,” you muttered before diving back in. You sat on his lap fully, moaning into his mouth at the sensation of his erection pressing against your core. His hands moved your hips in a motion that made your muscles clench in the best way. 

“Fuck, Cay, it feels so good…” you whined, letting your head fall back as he nipped and licked the skin of your neck. 

“Keep going for me, Pretty. You’re doing so well,” he mumbled with a particularly aggressive roll of his hips. 

You yelped and he brought your mouth back to his, keeping a hand on the back of your head to hold you there. 

“Just like that,” he muttered as he bit your bottom lip. 

“Don’t stop,” you nearly begged. “M’so close…” 

“Let go for me, Pips. Let me make you feel good.” 

At that, your body seized with an intense pleasure and your moan was swallowed up once again by his mouth. His groan followed yours soon after, hips bucking lightly as he rode out his own orgasm. 

You reluctantly pulled away, still holding onto his shoulders and his hands still on your hip and thigh. 

Both of you were panting, still letting yourselves feel the high as it came down, but then Caleb got that determined look in his eye that scared you sometimes. 

“I hate you!” You screamed at Sylus. He only smirked.

“How much do you hate me?”

“You’re literally the worst person I’ve ever met!”

“Ouch, kitten. I know the people you’ve met.”

“Asshole!” You shoved at his chest, but he barely stumbled back.

“Cute…” he mumbled, which only made you angrier.

“Fucking… bitch!” You said, punching at his shoulders, torso, face, anywhere you could reach, though he only let a few blows land.

“God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” he grumbled, pulling you close to press a searing hot kiss to your mouth. You yanked your head back, irritated that he would do something like that when you were clearly upset with him. Without thinking, you slapped him hard across the face. It was clear it shocked him just enough for him to pause for a moment, until he turned back to you with his eye glowing and a burning smirk on his face.

“You shouldn’t hit, Sweetie. It only turns me on more.”

Cradling the back of your head, he pulled you into another burning kiss, trying to get you to respond how he desired. He wanted a kiss? Fine. You’d give him a fucking kiss.

You bit his lip so hard you tasted blood and when he groaned into your mouth, you shoved your tongue inside and licked until he was panting. You pulled his hair so hard you were sure you yanked a few strands out. Your nails bit into the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders hard enough that you felt him tremble.

“Sweetie…” he tried to mumble against your lips.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snapped, kissing him again, making sure to bruise his lips.

Your next battlefield was his neck. Once you were satisfied that his lips were properly assaulted, you moved down to the column of his throat and bit hard, making his grip on your waist tighten as he rolled his hips into you involuntarily.

You sucked and scratched and bit again until he was stumbling back into a wall.

“Jesus, Kitten. Slow down. Talk to me,” he said, though he didn’t attempt to stop you in any way.

“I don’t want to fucking talk,” you growled, forcing your tongue into his mouth. The groan from deep in his chest left you satisfied.

It irritated you that you were both still dressed, so you began yanking on his tie, guiding him to his bedroom before he kicked it shut and shed the jacket from his shoulders.

“I see you need to vent some anger,” he mused as you practically popped the buttons off his shirt in an attempt to get it on the floor. His own hands came to the button on your jeans and easily popped it open, sliding it down your legs until you could kick them off yourself. With you just in your underwear and tank top, and he in his slacks, he kissed you again as he guided you to his bed.

“Take what you need from me tonight, Kitten,” he insisted, gently pushing your back against the plush duvet.

“Be careful what you wish for, Sylus,” you warned, then a moment later your hands came to his belt and undid it slowly, scratching your fingernails along the exposed skin just above the buckle. His hips jolted at this, making you smirk.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he retorted. Bringing his hands to the center of your chest and ripping the flimsy top you wore to pieces. You gasped at his action, surprised he would be so aggressive when he was normally so gentle with you, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it before his mouth descended to your nipple, licking and grazing them with his teeth.

Your back arched instinctively into his touch and you finished opening his pants before pushing them down with your feet.

With only two layers of very thin fabric separating you from your goal, you decided you’d had enough of his teasing.

You pushed on his shoulders hard, making him flop onto his back before you straddled his hips.

“No touching, Sy. I’m still mad at you,” you stated, bringing your hand in between your bodies to push his boxers down just enough to free his throbbing dick.

“I’ll take ‘mad’ over ‘hate’ at this point,” he hissed out as you stroked him a few times.

“Don’t make me add a gag,” you spat, moving your underwear to the side to slide down onto him.

You both groaned as you began to move your hips, rolling them so you could feel his torso shake with the effort to follow your orders.

With one aggressive roll, his composure broke and his hands grabbed your ass, making you repeat the motion before you smacked his hands away.

“Please, Sweetie, this is torture.”

“Good,” you stated, leaning forward and scratching your nails down the length of his chest. The sharp pants that came from his mouth almost sounded heavenly and he threw his head back.

You kept bouncing on his dick, waiting for him to break first, but he started bucking up into you, and the whole dynamic shifted.

“Sylus-AH!” You tried to tell him to stop, but he kept his promise. He didn’t touch you, but he dug his heels into the bed and began pounding into you so fast and deep that you came without warning. A sharp cry left your mouth but he didn’t stop until his own orgasm crashed over him.

You both stayed where you were, staring at each other panting before his lips curled into a devilish smirk.

You’d always known Caleb loved to spoil you. He snuck you candy when you were little, sweet drinks when you were in school, and shopping sprees after you’d moved in with him in Skyhaven. It made him happy to know he was the one that gave you such joy or pleasure. You always returned it though, peppering his face with kisses or sitting on his lap and playing with his hair while you chatted idly.

He noticed how calm and happy you always looked after a hair appointment. You ran your fingers through the freshly washed and styled locks and sighed contentedly. Curiosity overcame him, and he asked to go with you to the next one.

It was several weeks later, but he didn’t let you forget your promise. He sat in the waiting area and watched as your stylist brought you to wash your hair. You grinned happily as the warm water hit your head and groaned with a laugh as she washed your scalp gently. As you two talked in between shampooing and conditioning, he understood. Your head was a little sensitive.

As you walked back to your seat with a hand holding a towel to your hair, you smiled at him and blew him a kiss. And being himself, Caleb just attacked like you shot him straight through the heart. Your giggle made him grin and he watched again as the stylist began brushing it. He noticed she took her time, making sure every tangle was gone and even sweeping all your hair into one hand and brushing up from the back of your neck. He couldn’t have missed the shivers and the way your eyes closed in delight at this action.

As he mentally took notes, he wished he’d realized this sweet spot sooner, planning to use it to his advantage as soon as possible.

Your hair was then blow dried into a style you loved and you couldn’t stop touching it even when the stylist lovingly smacked your hands away so you wouldn’t get it oily too fast.

You bounced over to Caleb and he pulled you in by the waist.

“You look amazing, honey,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss your temple and inhale the sweet scent from your hair.

“Thank you! It’s so soft…” you said, smiling as you brushed it lightly off your shoulder.

He continued complimenting you in order to pay without you noticing. Only when you pulled out your wallet and your stylist gave you a smirk did you understand.

“You smooth talker!” She scolded him, making him and your stylist laugh.

“You should have been using my card this whole time, Pip.”

“I have enough to pay for my own haircuts, Caleb,” you said, only slightly annoyed but mostly still enjoying the leftover tingles in your scalp.

—//—//

The next day, you woke up next to Caleb as usual and snuggled closer into him as he rubbed your back.

“Good morning,” he muttered. You would never tire of his voice raspy with sleep.

“Morning, Cay,” you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him briefly.

“What should we do today?” He asked in between kisses. “Finally a weekend off.”

“Farmers market?” You suggested.

“You read my mind,” he grinned, kissing you deeply.

“Alright. We should get ready now since they open early.”

You begrudgingly rolled out of bed and began your morning routine: washing your face, brushing your teeth, doing your make up, and just as you were about to start the last step, Caleb came up behind you.

“Let me,” he said, grabbing the hair brush from your hand.

“Sure,” you smiled at him through the mirror.

He began brushing small tangles out, gently tugging and apologizing constantly until you told him you had a hard head and it didn’t hurt. Then he brushed it out of your face and your eyes drooped a little. He caught it in the mirror and hid the small smile that threatened to escape. Deciding to copy what your stylist had done, he swooped all of your hair into one hand and put the brush to the back of your neck and brushed upwards. The effect was immediate.

You shivered and closed your eyes, releasing a small, shaky exhale. He did it again and got the same result. He moved the brush slightly to the side and this time, your head lolled forward and you had to grab the countertop for balance.

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” you said with a smile, eyes still closed. He grinned openly and continued his ministrations, only faltering when a small moan sounded in your throat. You mistook his pause as him being done.

“Thanks, Cay. That was amazing,” you said, turning around to beam up at him. You weren’t prepared for the dark, hungry look in his eyes. You gave him a questioning look before he bent down to grab your thighs and haul you back to bed.

“What’s gotten into you?” You questioned, though not at all opposed to this turn of events.

Instead of answering, he leaned down to kiss you breathless, using his ridiculous strength to easily move you to the center of the bed. When he broke away to kiss and lick his way down your jaw and neck, he was panting.

“You know you make little sounds when I brush your hair like that?” He asked, nipping the skin just below your ear. “Drives me crazy…” your responding moan only made his kisses more frenzied.

You pulled at his clothes, trying to get them off as soon as possible while he did the same, opting to stand and rid himself of the offending fabric. You took the opportunity to do the same, kneeling on the mattress in front of him and kissing his exposed torso as he tried to kick off his boxers.

You were growing impatient, eventually grabbing his arms and pulling him back to your side and straddling his waist. He pulled you close quickly and kissed you harder than before, eager for what he knew was coming.

His hands wandered over your exposed skin while yours were on one of his shoulders or tangled into his hair.

“God, you’re too perfect,” he groaned into your collarbone, making sure to leave a bruise there. The little pants you made close to his ear were music to him.

You decided you didn’t need anymore foreplay, reaching down between you to line him up with your opening. A mutual moan escaped both of you as you sat on him fully.

“Oh, my god,” you whined, starting to move your hips in a pattern you knew would make you break quickly.

Caleb was no better, bucking his hips up into you when he could, groaning and cursing when you clenched down on him.

Your hands moved to claw at his shoulder blades but you didn’t expect what he did next.

One of his hands came to the back of your neck and gripped a fistful of hair and pulled it back roughly, earning him a breathy yelp from you. You held onto his biceps as he bit your neck roughly, keeping a firm grip on your hair.

“Oh, FUCK, Caleb!” You nearly yelled, causing his pace to stutter.

The next few moments were a mess of limbs and moans and ecstasy.

You groaned loudly as you came, your thighs burning and Caleb slapping up into you just a few more times before he came too.

As you both came down from your highs panting, you peppered slow kisses across his jaw.

His hands moved to rub your back and hips and thighs, humming in delight as you kissed his lips tenderly.

“Still want to go to the farmers market?” You asked, breathlessly. A chuckle left him as he wrapped his arms around you.