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“He's a Colonel, right? Doesn't he have the money to afford a hotel?”

“Just because he can, doesn't mean he should waste the money when I have a perfectly comfortable couch available.”

“I sleep on the couch too,” he grumbles into your neck. His huff tickles your skin, and you wiggle in his arms.

You laugh, “when was the last time you actually slept on the couch?”

Maybe before the two of you got together, Xavier would crash on your couch when he was too tired to go up to his place. Now, he has a home in your bed and hasn't looked back since. And you doubt he's going to give up the chance to cuddle up to you at night just because he doesn't want Caleb on your couch.

His arms tighten around you and he says nothing.

You drop the pillow to move to the kitchen, where your phone is resting on the island, but Xavier doesn't let go. You try prying his arms off, but he's like a clingy baby koala.

“Xavier, let go!” You groan, squirming in his grasp. “I wanna see if he’s close.”

“He’s probably stuck in traffic.”

You can't really argue there. Most 9-5s are ending now, and everyone's probably racing home, clogging up the streets. But Caleb will still let you know when he's set to arrive.

Xavier’s hand wanders up your chest, groping the soft mound of your breasts through your—actually his—t-shirt. “And there's plenty of time before he gets here.”

“We shouldn't…” you sigh, but despite your best efforts, your body betrays you as it arches into his palm, leaning into the tender touches. You melt into him, letting your head lean back onto his shoulder.

You've been tense the past few days, prepping for Caleb's arrival by fixing up your apartment and keeping Xavier’s growing, green monster at bay. Letting off a little steam with him won't be so bad…

“Okay,” you relent, turning yourself to face him. He doesn't take his arms off of you, resting them on your ass instead and massaging the soft flesh. “But we have to be quick.”

Xavier responds by kissing you, dipping to grab your thighs and hoisting you up around his waist. Your legs wrap around him as you cling to his neck, leaning deeper into the kiss. He wastes no time bringing you to the bedroom, leaving behind your cellphone.

—

“F-Fuck!” You cry, chest heaving as Xavier’s tongue works a third orgasm from you. Your weak attempts to squirm away only force him to pull you against his tongue so he can continue toying with your swollen bud. Your hands curl into your pillow as more unabashed moans fall from your lips.

He switches his tongue with his fingers and moves to lap at your dripping pussy. “Mm, you taste so good, baby,” he sighs, leaving a kiss on your pussy before diving his tongue back into your fluttering hole. He eats you out like he's starved. Your previous orgasms are smeared across his lips and chin.

“Xavier,” you moan, “I'm gonna come.”

He hums into you, rubbing your clit faster. You fall over the edge again, squealing his name as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

Your body sinks into the mattress in the aftermath, embracing the soft glow of the setting sun enveloping your body and the slight glow coming from Xavier.

When he comes up, settling between your thighs, he slips two fingers into you without warning.

“Ah!” You tense as he glides his fingers between your sensitive walls with a wet shlick! You grab his wrist and push his hand away. “You're insatiable, seriously!”

“So are you.”

You don't deny it, responding only by sticking your tongue out and laying back to try and catch your breath.

But, a faint ringing catches your attention. Your cellphone. You sit up, startling Xavier whose hands had already started wandering back between your thighs.

“Oh no! What time is it?”

You look out the window, catching the sun fading beneath the horizon in an orange and red hue. It's been at least an hour since you got into bed with Xavier from what you can tell.

You rush off the bed only for your legs to buckle. Xavier catches you in time to sit you back on the edge.

“Caleb will probably be here any second!”

“It's okay. Take your time,” he says, rubbing circles on your thigh with his thumb.

You breathe in slowly and work your way up to stand like a newborn fawn, Xavier’s hand hovering at your back the entire time. Glance around the room for your scattered clothes, you successfully spot your t-shirt at the base of the bed but not your underwear. You slip your shirt on, foregoing your underwear for now, and rush to the kitchen for your phone that has gone dark again.

There's four missed calls, all from Caleb with the earliest being from ten minutes ago. You frown when you spot the texts he sent between each call.

7:16 PM: why aren't you answering? busy?

7:20 PM: you ignoring me??? :’((

7:23 PM: call me back. i'm here

The last message sends a chill down your spine. It's the most recent message and judging by the timestamp, you hadn't… finished.

Mortification turns to panic when your phone lights up with his smiling photo and rings. You mouth a curse to yourself before swiping to answer his call.

“Hello?” You cringe at the rasp in your voice and clear your throat.

“Where’ve you been? I was gettin’ a little worried.” His response is immediate and almost stern despite his attempts to keep his tone light.

“Sorry, I was, um… busy.” You cringe at your own pathetic excuse and pray he doesn't question it further. It’s even more pathetic when you feel something begin to drip down your thighs.

“Uh huh.”

You wince at his unamused tone and turn the conversation, “So, you're outside my place right now?”

“I'm outside your door.”

You swear your heart stops.

“Oh, okay! One sec then. I have to get dressed.”

Caleb mutters something about you making a guest wait, but you're too busy rushing to the bedroom to hear and hanging up the phone.

Xavier is sitting on the bed with those sad eyes again, leaning against his palms with his sweats hung low on his hips. You can still see the outline of his cock against them.

“Maybe we can continue later,” you offer, leaving him with a chaste kiss before fleeing to the bathroom. His hand moves for yours, but comes just out of reach.

Grabbing your concealer, you get to work covering up the marks Xavier left behind on the column of your throat. Rushing through the process doesn't cover them completely, but you convince yourself it's not too noticeable by the time you get to the third hickey.

He comes into the room behind you, wrapping himself around you again and resting his chin on your shoulder. His frown doesn't leave as you dab away his marks. He preoccupies himself by raising your shirt, revealing your bare center and essence still smeared over your thighs.

“Can you get me a towel?”

“Why?” He swipes at your thigh, collecting your cum, and licks his fingers as you stare at his tongue gliding up each digit. His eyes flicker to yours in the mirror. “I can clean you up without it.”

You tear your gaze away, trying to tamp down the heat rising in your body, and put on the finishing touches of powder. “C-Come on, I can't keep Caleb waiting forever.”

You pull out of his grasp, reaching for a bottle of perfume and spritzing it over your neck before heading toward your drawers for a pair of underwear and shorts with Xavier hovering close behind. Once they're on, you finally get to the front door and open it.

Caleb is there, backpack and duffle bag in hand, with a pink flush across his cheeks and dusting the tips of his ears. His eyes run over your figure, lingering on your bare legs and barely visible hickeys before glancing at a shirtless Xavier, who's still licking you off his fingers.

You can't deny the spark in your chest when seeing his flustered expression. Could he have been at your door while you and Xavier…

He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck. “Hey. Thought you changed your mind or somethin’.”

“No way!” You reassure, waving him inside, “this will be just like those sleepovers we used to have. I’m not passing that up!”

“Sleepovers?” Xavier mutters under his breath as you guide Caleb to the couch.

“Hey, Xavi,” Caleb chirps as he passes.

“Hi,” Xavier deadpans.

The two of them are reluctant acquaintances at best, brought together only by your close relation to the other. While Caleb enjoys teasing, Xavier only gives him the cold shoulder. They're a nightmare together. One is always trying to draw your attention away from the other, unable to fathom the idea of sharing you or your time.

You huff, grabbing both their jaws to shake their heads. “Behave.”

The last thing you want is for them to start bickering over nothing.

“Sorry, pips,” Caleb laughs, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, baby,” Xavier says, grabbing your wrist to tug you to his chest.

This will definitely be a long week…

—

The three of you agreed to go out for hot pot since Xavier had a coupon, and dinner is pleasant, neither one making any teasing jabs or obviously pretending the other doesn't exist. It's mainly you and Caleb talking about what you've been up to at work while Xavier quietly eats, occasionally making comments.

So by the time you're back at your apartment, Caleb is the first to yawn and get ready for bed, stating he has a longer commute to work now that he's in Linkon.

You wish him a goodnight, reminding him there are extra blankets and pillows in the closet and he can call you if he needs anything, before clicking your bedroom door shut.

Xavier is laying on your bed, in fresh pjs with his eyes shut. His chest rises and falls in a slow, familiar pattern.

You carefully tiptoe through your bedroom to shower and change. When you slip into bed with Xavier, fully intent on cozying up to him and drifting off, he's propping his head up on one arm and looking down at you with lowered lids.

“Is it ‘later’ yet?”

“Huh?”

“You said we’d continue later.”

“Oh,” you reply lamely, furrowing your brows, “but Caleb’s here now.”

He positions himself over you, trapping you between his arms. His head falls into your shoulder, nuzzling against the soft skin of your neck. “I’ll be quiet.”

You bite your lip as his stiffening cock brushes against your thigh. When your pussy begins to ache, you want to curse. This is so, so wrong to want while Caleb sleeps behind your door, but that throbbing ache is growing and spreading through your body almost painfully.

“You,” you swallow thickly, “You promise?”

You feel him smile against your skin. “Promise.”

“Okay…”

By the time three of Xavier’s fingers are stuffed inside of your dripping pussy, you have your hands clamped over your mouth. You are still keenly aware that Caleb is just outside your bedroom door, and you pray to whatever benevolent God that is out there that he can't hear the slick sounds of your pussy as Xavier fucks an orgasm out of you with his fingers.

You're hardly recovered when Xavier lines his cock at your entrance, asking, “Can I put it in?”

You nod, still dazed from your orgasm, “mhm.”

“Hm, what was that?” He rocks back and forth at your soaked entrance, teasing your aching pussy. He can slip in anytime he wants, stretch you open so good, but he just has to torture you a little first.

“Yes,” you whisper frantically, blindly reaching behind and scratching his hip to push him in.

“Louder.”

Your eyes flicker towards the door, before you try again. “Please- ahh!”

Xavier fills you without warning, grabbing your jaw before you can bury your face in the pillows. Your moan is loud, uninhibited, practically bouncing off the walls.

“F-Fuck,” you gasp, clamping both hands over your mouth.

When he starts rocking his hips into you, your breathing becomes labored, desperate for mouthfuls of air instead, but you don't trust yourself to remove your hands.

True to his word, Xavier hardly makes any noise, but you on the other hand are struggling to contain your muffled whimpers, “mmph, mhm, mm!”

“I love when you moan my name,” he murmurs. “Can you do that for me, baby? Please?”

You shake your head, tears forming in your eyes when he stops moving entirely. You desperately clench around him, urging him to keep moving.

“C’mon,” he pleads, “just once.”

As an internal battle rages in your mind, he plays with your breast while he waits, pinching and rubbing your hardened bud.

“Mmm,” you moan, losing the war in your head and slowly lowering your hands to grip the sheets, “please keep going, Xavier.”

You cry his name again, arching against him as he thrusts into you. When he rolls you into your stomach to fuck you prone, your hands stay balled in the sheets with you lips still parted, moaning with each thrust.

The pleasure flooding your system fogs your mind until all you can focus on is the feeling of his cock bullying your sloppy pussy. Your orgasm is quick and pulls another whine from your throat.

“S-So good,” Xavier pants, nosing the shell of your ear. “You make the prettiest sounds.”

You hum at his praise and in the back of your mind hope Caleb is a deep sleeper.

—

In the morning not much is different, except for the pink blush creeping up Caleb’s neck as he stares at the wall when saying good morning.

You promise yourself you won't give in again. Last night was just a moment of weakness and you were only continuing what you had started earlier.

But then night falls and Xavier seems just as insatiable, grabbing you as you shut the door after saying goodnight to Caleb. He has you pressed against the wall, kissing your neck down to your chest. You tear your clothes off soon after and he takes you against the wall this time. Your teeth dig into his shoulder to cover up your whimpers and it only makes him drive his cock into you harder.

And the week goes on, every night Xavier finds new ways to split you open while you try your hardest not to make another sound.

You wish you could say you were doing good at burying your face in the pillows, biting his shoulders, or muffling yourself with your hands. But really, you aren't.

By the end of the week, Caleb is packing his bags and getting ready to move back into his place. You're completely sore all over and littered in hickeys from Xavier’s insatiable need to fuck you every night.

“Bye, Caleb!” You pull him into a hug which he returns fully, even lifting you a bit off your feet. Your body protests with aches jolting through your limbs, but you force down the groan.

He sets you down, steadying you when your legs seem to want to give out. “See ya. Thanks again for hosting me. Maybe we can all go out for hot pot again soon. My treat.”

You laugh with an eager nod, already salivating over all the free food. “Sure, it's a date!”

As soon as you wave off Caleb, Xavier is already grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch.

“Finally,” he mumbles under his breath, pushing you onto the cushions. You sit back as he spreads your legs open and kneels.

“Again?” You squeak.

“The couch smells like him,” he grumbles, pressing down on your clit through your panties. Your legs attempt to shut, but he holds them back.

“I think I owe him a lifetime of therapy bills,” you sigh, resting your head to look up at the ceiling.

Xavier hums as he peels off your panties, tossing them over his shoulder. “But you liked it, didn't you?”

“What?” You tense as his hands slide up your thighs.

“You liked knowing he could hear you.”

“I-”

Did you like it? You don't want your relationship with Caleb to be awkward or tense, but at the same time you've always loved to tease him, testing the limits of how far you could go to make him blush. Knowing that he could hear every filthy moan and creak of the bed, turned you on as twisted as it seemed. Maybe that's why you always gave into Xavier.

He rests both hands on your thighs. “It's okay, you don't need to lie.”

“Are you mad?” You brush back his silvery hair that hides his eyes from you. He's not looking at you, keeping his hardened gaze at your navel.

“No,” he says quietly.

You lean down, cupping his jaw with both your hands to raise his face to look you in the eyes. “I love you. And I choose you—I do. Always.”

For so long your relationship with Caleb had sat on a precarious edge, teetering the line between friends and something more. But, you chose Xavier and whatever line you could've crossed with Caleb was gone.

“I trust you.” His lips curve in a soft smile as he cradles one of your hands. He kisses your palm. “I’m a little jealous, maybe, but never mad.”

The relief is a weight off your shoulder, bringing a smile to your face. You pull him into a kiss that leads to him climbing on top of you, tugging your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra.

“I love you too,” he hums, peppering kisses down your collarbone and dipping into the valley of your breasts.

You giggle, playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. “You know, it's kinda hot when you're jealous.”

He moves down your stomach, kissing the spots where his previous marks begin to fade. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, you're always so calm and in control.”

Xavier rarely lets his emotions slip, so much so he comes off as aloof to most people he meets. You know he's anything but though—he’s loyal, gentle, and attentive. Still, it's rare for you to see him display any negative emotions.

“It’s nice to see this side of you once in a while.” Bonus for you, he fucks your brains out with twice the stamina.

“Really? You couldn't wait another couple of hours or somethin’? I swear, you two fuck like rabbits,” Caleb scoffs, dropping his bags to the floor and shutting the door.

You jolt up, grabbing for the blankets to cover up.

“Why are you back?” Xavier grumbles, shifting the blanket higher over your chest.

Caleb bends down to pull a plug from the wall outlet. He responds plainly, “I forgot my charger.”

Instead of leaving with another goodbye, Caleb lingers, eyes grazing over the outline of your figure beneath the sheets. He swallows, Adams apple bobbing before tearing his gaze away.

“You know, I really tried ignorin’ it, but after the second night I knew you were doin’ it on purpose,” he says pointedly at Xavier.

“Doing what?” Xavier cocks his head, wide blue eyes looking at Caleb.

Caleb scoffs, “don't play stupid.”

“Play? I'm not playing at anything.” The sickly sweet, oblivious tone in Xavier’s voice drips with derision.

You groan, “stop it, both of you.”

Anymore of this and you'll have to shove them both out of your apartment.

You're about to apologize when Caleb turns his attention to you. “You're not innocent either.”

You huff, looking away, “You're just fun to tease.”

“Tease!? You call that teasin’? You had me rock hard every night,” he groans.

Xavier speaks next, “why don't you help him with that then?”

You turn to Xavier, jaw dropped. That is the last thing you ever expected him to say, especially when he was so pouty about having Caleb around.

“I trust you,” he says simply as if he's reading your incredulous mind. “If this is what you want to do.”

You glance over at Caleb whose red flush has a devious smile crossing your lips. Like you said, so fun to tease. His jaw ticks, sweeping over the marks laid across your skin by Xavier.

You nod, pulling your lip between your teeth. “I do.”

“You’re both okay with this?” Caleb gawks. “Are you sure?”

“Why so shocked? You think you can steal her from me?”

Maybe it's the challenging stare from Xavier or you dropping the blanket from your chest that makes Caleb finally step forward.

“Dunno, let's see.”

—

How did I end up here, you think to yourself when Xavier’s bare chest molds against your back. His warm hands slide up the curve of your stomach to your breasts, fondling each of them.

I don't ever want to leave, you decide when Caleb slips into view in front of you. His eyes flit over your exposed body, committing every curve to memory. There are hickeys left by Xavier on your neck and chest, some fresh others fading, placed throughout the week. Your nipples are pebbled thanks to Xavier’s teasing fingers, pinching and rubbing, and even lower, your drooling cunt is weeping down your thigh.

Caleb smears your slick up your thigh, tracing your folds and fluttering hole. He teases the tip of his finger into the heat of your cunt that attempts to clench around nothing.

You shudder and groan, trying to hide your face in Xavier's neck, but he takes your chin to guide you back. His grip is firm, but he isn't rough as he turns your attention back onto Caleb.

“Why are you running away already?” Xavier coos into your ear, soft lips brushing down the sensitive skin of your neck. He presses light kisses against faded hickeys. “We’re just getting started.”

“More,” you moan, leaning into Xavier's lips and shifting your hips against Caleb’s curious fingers.

“Sit then,” Xavier instructs.

You comply, pulling yourself out of their grasp to settle on the couch with your dripping cunt on display. Your hands trail down your body, playing with your tits before sinking lower to press your swollen bud, soaking in the rapt attention of the two men.

Caleb can't take his eyes off your pretty pussy, barely holding himself back from ripping your hand away to replace it with his tongue.

Xavier watches your mouth part, sighs and gasps spilling out of it. He nudges Caleb, pulling him out of his trance. “What are you waiting for? Get on your knees.”

He doesn't need to speak twice. Caleb gets down between your thighs like it's his home, taking your fingers and replacing them with his. He dips one finger into the entrance of your slick heat that eagerly welcomes him in.

“Mm, I can take more,” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. “Please, Caleb.”

He curses under his breath and moves forward, his lips ghosting over your clit. He looks up at you as if he’s still hesitant.

Your fingers curl through his hair, nudging him closer, as you nod your silent permission.

Once his lips meet your clit, he dives into a frenzy like he's been completely starved. He licks and sucks, simultaneously fingering you, curling his digits against your spongey walls.

You writhe against his attention. Your thighs threaten to squeeze around his head as your hand tugs his hair, but Xavier slips beside you, keeping you spread.

“My pretty girl,” Xavier hums, kissing your neck, “you're doing so good for us.”

Caleb spreads your folds, replacing his finger with his tongue, dipping into your center to taste you.

With Xavier whispering praise in your ear and Caleb devouring your pussy, it's no surprise when you come on his tongue, gushing and crying out his name.

“You taste so good,” Caleb gasps, pulling your thighs over his shoulder.

You whimper, trying to squirm away when Caleb’s nose nudges against your clit as his tongue spreads you open to clean up every drop of cum. Your thighs tremble around his head as he laps at you with a flat tongue. “Ngh, I-I can't,” you pant, clawing at the couch when the sensitivity grows too much.

Caleb lets out a choked noise as he's abruptly ripped from your pussy. With the stimulation gone, you look down to see Xavier has a tight grip on Caleb's necklace, holding him back like he’s nothing but a dog on a leash.

His dog tag and charm sway against the column of his neck as a red flush creeps up the base. Caleb pants, your cum still smeared down his chin and lips, leaving behind a glossy sheen.

“That’s enough,” Xavier commands, authority dripping from his voice. Cold blue eyes glare down on him. A rare look on Xavier, you hardly even see him fight Wanderers with such intensity.

“F-Fine,” Caleb chokes out, gritting his teeth when Xavier tugs once more before releasing him. He climbs to his feet. Caleb towers over you, limp on the couch, with a predatory gaze. Arousal pools in your stomach again as you look at the bulge straining against his pants.

“Need help with that?” You lay your hand flat against him, feeling the thickness of his cock against your palm.

“Fuck yes,” he sighs, grabbing your wrist to guide your hand to rub him through his pants.

Xavier taps your thigh and gestures for you to move up. He slips in behind you and sits you back down on his lap where you feel his own stiff cock press against your ass.

“Go on.” Xavier nudges your hand, guiding it against Caleb’s bulge. “Put your lips on his cock, baby.”

You unzip Caleb's pants with trembling fingers because Xavier takes his own cock out to tease against your entrance, smearing your juices over himself, before he slips in. You paw at Caleb’s abdomen as the stretch pulls a moan from you.

Xavier grinds you down on his cock, holding your hips to rock you back and forth. He takes his time with your body, moving slowly to let you feel him fully inside you.

You’re clenching around him—desperate to have his finger on your clit, bounce you on his cock, kiss your neck. But he falls against the cushions, watching you writhe and tense, with a lowered gaze, no intention of going any faster than the languid pace he set.

You try to sneak your hand between your legs, but Caleb catches your wrist.

“Don't-” he gasps, gripping your wrist to guide you back to his cock, “don't forget about me.”

You lean forward, pressing a kiss to the fabric over his cock. “Sorry,” you murmur, slipping your hand into his pants to pull him free.

Caleb bucks into your hand when you wrap around his thick girth, swiping your thumb over his pearly, leaking tip. The whining moan that escapes him encourages you to give kitten licks at the salty precum smeared around his head.

“Shit,” he hisses, gripping the back of your neck to push your pliant lips further around his cock.

You take him in, moaning as he stretches your lips and bullies his way into your warm mouth. In turn, your pussy clenches around Xavier, making him groan and buck into you, pushing you further along Caleb’s cock until your nose meets his coarse pubic hair and his tip hits the back of your throat.

“Mmph!” You choke around his cock, eyes beginning to water as you try adjusting to his size stretching out your throat. You begin to bob your head, sucking and flattening your tongue against him.

His head falls back as he groans, thrusting into your wanting mouth and digs his fingers into your neck, guiding your rhythm.

Xavier, getting bored of being a watchful participant, takes your hips and drops you down on his cock, earning a choked moan from you. He uses your body like his own personal flashlight, moving you up and down at his own intense pace.

“Doing so well for us, baby,” Xavier grunts, his breathing growing staggered.

“God, your—ngh—mouth feels so fuckin’ good,” Caleb groans.

Being fucked by Xavier and Caleb is frenzied, pulling you in opposite directions to be met only with overwhelming pleasure on both sides. They use you, take you, giving until it becomes all you can think about. The tight grip of Caleb's hand against your neck as he thrusts himself down your throat to Xavier's cock splitting you open, fucking you so deep each time.

All it takes is Xavier bringing his hand around to rub your clit to make you gush all over him, moaning around Caleb and digging your nails into his hips. With your cunt squeezing and sucking Xavier in, he can't hold back his own orgasm, spilling deep inside you with one final thrust.

Your orgasm leaves you trembling, but it doesn't stop you from helping Caleb finish.

“She's so pretty, isn't she? Taking you like a good girl,” Xavier rasps.

Caleb moans out an indecipherable mumble.

“Is this what you imagined when you heard her moaning my name for the past week?”

“F-Fuck you,” Caleb growls.

You run your tongue along the base of his cock, kissing the tip, before taking him in your mouth again.

Caleb’s moans grow along with the wet, squelching sounds of you sucking him off.

“Are you going to come in her mouth?” Xavier asks, continuing to tease. “Wishing you could come inside her?”

“Mm, yes,” Caleb admits, brows furrowing as his thrusts grow sloppy. He comes down your throat after a few more thrusts, seed and spit spilling from your lips as he keeps you on his cock.

You swallow the salty cum when he pulls you off, making a show to lick the corners of your lips as he watches.

“Damn, you're killing me,” he groans, running a hand through his slick hair.

“You did so good.” Xavier pulls you back into his arms with his cock still in you, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. Warm hands glide over your stomach as you melt into him, not caring that your bodies are much too hot and sticky to be so close right now.

Caleb fidgets, like he's not sure of his place anymore, turning away to your kitchen. “I'll go get you some water.”

You watch as he walks away, the muscles of his back glistening with sweat and his pants hanging low off his waist.

You're sure there is more the two of you have to discuss later, but for now you settle against Xavier with one thought—you should let Caleb stay over more often…

You whimper, your body collapsing on top of his. He quickly scoops you up, one hand holding the back of your head, the other resting on your lower back, ensuring you're properly seated on his thighs.

“I... I feel weird,” you pant, clutching the front of his shirt. “I'm dizzy, and my body is hot all over. My...” you swallow down your embarrassment, “my pussy feels empty... Caleb, can't you help me? Please?”

Almost imperceptibly, his grip on you tightens by a fraction. He sighs, angling your head to make you look at him in the eye. Perhaps it's the trick of the light, but Caleb's face is a flustered pink. “I can't do that. You're going to regret it when you turn back to normal and get all weird about it.” He glances at the chocolates you ate on the table, brows furrowed. “Aphrodisiac chocolate... I should've known. Then you wouldn't have become like this...”

Your mind is in a daze. Your body feels unusually heavy, but your head feels like it's floating. Most of what he said is lost on you, and at this moment, the only thing you can focus on is that Caleb is looking at something else. You grab both of his cheeks, forcibly turning his attention to you. “Please help me, Caleb...” Clumsily, you lift up your hips, pressing your cunt against the tent in his pants. It glistens with your wetness, and Caleb can't help but groan when you rub the tip with your thumb. “It hurts... I need this inside me...”

Caleb has always adhered to your whims, but even he has his limits. He pinches your cheek, “I can't put it inside, idiot, I don't have a condom. I just have to make you cum, right?” He gestures for you to pick up the hem of your skirt, sucking in a breath when he sees how soaked you are. “Fuck....”

The entire crotch area is damp, and if he looks carefully, he can even see the faint shape of your clit. Curiously, he draws circles on it, breathing heavily when a fresh glob of slick stains your underwear. “That's hot...”

He pulls down his zipper, releasing his cock from his boxers. You gasp softly at the sight. He's long and thick, arching to a beautiful curve, colored almost red from the strain of holding back. He gives himself a few experimental pumps, moans coming from his mouth as he masturbates at the sight of you, holding up your own skirt to give him a perfect view of your wet panties, an innocent, frilly pair he can't wait to ruin.

He positions his cock to your folds, aiming at the spot your hole should be if not covered by your underwear. You both groan at the first slide, his pre-cum further soaking the fabric of your ruined panties. He wraps himself in his fist, teasing your clit as he pumps into his hand. More pearls of white spurt out of his tip. “Ah, fuck, that's good... so good...”

“Ah, ah, Caleb!”

You move your hips, moaning while he rubs himself against your cunt. The warmth of his cock is driving you crazy, and the added friction of Caleb rubbing your nipple through your clothes makes you even wetter than you already are. He's biting his lip, dazed eyes staring at your body appreciatively. “I'm taking this off, baby.”

He impatiently runs his hand through the buttons of your clothes, some of them popping off to clatter on the floor. “H-hey, I liked this shirt— haa...!”

“I'll buy you a new one,” he grunts, mouthing at one of your tits, sucking as if anything would come out. He unclasps your bra one-handed, throwing it over your shoulder. “These things are fucking annoying...”

Finally, he gets tired of rubbing you over your clothes. He lifts the side of your panties, sliding his cock inside to directly grind against your pussy. “Shit, that's more like it,” he moans loudly, your wetness gliding down his balls. “You feel so good.”

“Caleb, put it inside already,” you whine, scrunching up the fabric of your skirt in your fists. “This isn't enough for you either, hnn, right...? Give me your cock, please...”

Caleb grits his teeth, holding your hips to stop you from dropping on his dick. “Didn't I tell you I don't have a condom?”

“I don't care!” you struggle in his hold. “Fuck me, c'mon... it hurts...! If you don't...”

You pant against his ear, knowing exactly what you're getting into, drugged or not, “...I'll ask Zayne to fuck me instead.”

The effect is instantaneous. He pulls out, replacing his cock with two fingers plunging inside you at once, hitting deep all the way inside. You choke, gasping out for breath as his hand doesn't stop, slick jetting out of your cunt with every push of his fingers. His clothes are getting soaked, but Caleb doesn't care about them at all, coldly glaring at your face twisted in pleasure.

“So you're telling me you'd be fine with just anyone?” He's chuckling, but he doesn't sound like he's happy. “Fuck. I should've just done this from the start, then.”

He grabs two of the chocolates, popping one in his mouth. When he finishes swallowing, he places the other one in his mouth again, but then he suddenly grabs your jaw. “Open your mouth, slut.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, mouths locking together. The chocolate melts from the heat, his tongue licking at yours as he's forcing you to swallow. He doesn't let you go until he's sure you've eaten all of it, drool dripping from the corner of your lips.

“We're not stopping until you learn I'm the only one who gets to see you like this,” he grunts, taking out his fingers and slathering your slick on his cock to make it wet. “I'm the only one who gets to call you mine.”

“Haa... haa...”

Clothes are strewn messily on Caleb's bedroom floor, the mattress squeaking with each thrust of his hips. You're on your back, one leg hooked over Caleb's shoulder, staring into space as you're fucked absolutely stupid.

“Fuck, I can't stop my hips....” Caleb's still fucking into you, hasn't stopped for the past hour. The effects of the aphrodisiac have probably passed after the first two rounds, but his cock shows no signs of softening after release. He cums another load into you, overflowing from your pussy to spread into his sheets. “Ah, hng, shit... Hey, I told you not to waste it.”

He pulls out, pressing his fingers inside your loose hole to fuck his cum back in. You make a sound of protest, already feeling full.

“Are you starting to regret what you said now?” He grabs the back of your thighs, pressing your legs next to your ears. “Too late for that, though.”

Caleb groans, sloshing his cum inside your cunt with his dick. You helplessly grab at the sheets, moaning brokenly. His pelvis rubs against your engorged clit on every snap of his hips, driving you to squirt on his abs again, his torso glistening with your mess.

“You're squirting again? How many times have you cum?” Caleb laughs meanly, sucking another possessive mark among the smattering of hickeys he's already left along your collarbones. “Nasty girl...”

He leans back, getting a better view of your body. There are traces of him everywhere, from the hickeys on your neck, his cum on your chest because you couldn't swallow everything he poured in your mouth, and the faint bite marks on your inner thighs when he paid the favor and ate you out.

He presses a kiss on your chest, staring at you with dark eyes. “If you didn't say that, I would've been patient with you. Fingered you loose before putting my cock inside, making sure you're comfortable... I would've helped you ride out the effects of the aphrodisiac and never speak of it again. After all, to you, I'm just family.” He nuzzles against your cheek, his voice taking on a darker tone. “But you just had to call out another guy's name, didn't you... Would've fucked him if it was him here, not me...”

Caleb thrusts back inside you roughly, fucking your cervix. “You can't do that, you know? You've always belonged to me. Every part of you is mine, so no one else can touch you.” He cups your cheek, devouring your cries of pleasure with his mouth. “Just me... it's only me, right? I'm the person most important to you, right? You said so... So why are you bringing up another guy?”

He's asking questions, but he doesn't let you answer any of them, kissing you so much you almost can't breathe.

“Even though I'm in front of you...” Kiss. “Even when I'm the only one who loves you this much...” Kiss, kiss. “You're still thinking of another person...” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “That's hardly fair when you're all I think about everyday.” Another sloppy kiss.

You weakly push his chest, breaking away from the kiss. “Wait, Caleb—”

He pins your wrist to the bed. “I'm not stopping.”

“I'm not telling you to stop, I'm telling you to liste— ahh, haa, hnn!” The cock still ramming up your walls makes it much more difficult to speak, hammering against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl. “Fuck, ah— Caleb, listen to me!”

He hums as he sucks another hickey on your skin. “I am.”

You don't have it in you to argue even when he clearly isn't, trembling at the pleasure. The hand holding your wrist travels upwards to intertwine your fingers together, grounding you back to reality.

“Caleb, I was just— I didn't mean what I said...” you stammer, trying your best to speak without getting distracted. “I, mmh....! W-wouldn't do this with anyone else... haa... I just said that so you'd fuck me— ah, ah!”

He scoffs, slowing his pace when he sees you being overwhelmed. “You're just making excuses to get me to stop.”

“I'm not, you dummy! I...” your brows pinch together, embarrassed to say it but you continue anyway, “Caleb, you're the one I think of when I touch myself... nn... And I know it's wrong, and you only think of me as someone you should take care of, but, I, haah, I like it when you kiss me, or when you hug me, and I— gh! I like it when you fuck me hard, too, just like this...”

You move your hand to cup Caleb's jaw, admiring his awestruck expression. He looks at you like he's seeing you for the first time.

“I'm not telling you to stop,” you repeat yourself firmly. “I just wanted to say I didn't mean that thing I said earlier, and if it's you, you can do whatever you want to me. Because I love you just like how you love me, Caleb.”

His hips come to a complete stop. “Say that again.”

“I love you, Caleb.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“Okay, you're really pushing it, it's embarrassing to sa— aah!”

He grabs your hip, pulling you back to his cock. He fucks you frantically, harsh groans leaving his lips, your name like a prayer. “Fuck... you love me? You love... me?” The words seem unfamiliar on his tongue, heartbreakingly quiet. You squeeze your connected hands.

“I love you, Caleb. I really, really love you, I've loved you a long time ago...” you tilt his chin, making him meet your gaze. “Now say it back.”

“I love you,” he says with certainty, as if it's a fact of the universe. “I love you so much.” He buries his head into your neck, sucking new marks. “I love you... fuck... I love you so badly, it hurts...”

His cock drives deeper, the wet slaps of skin deafening in the room. Cum dribbles out of your hole with his thrusts, and he swipes it up to smear it on your engorged clit. Rub, rub. Rub, rub.

“Shit, Caleb!” You wail, rutting to his finger. “Everything feels so good, ah, ah!”

“You feel so good, too, aw, fuuuck...” he's melting inside you, your warm walls clenching around him so tight, sucking him back in every time he pulls out. “Your pussy keeps sucking me back in...!” 

“Ah, hnahh, ngh, yes, like that, ah! I'm cumming, cumming!”

His balls draw tight, his cock about to burst. “Fuck, shit!” he fucks in, in, in, until he's filled every space in your cunt, thumb frantically rubbing at your clit. Clear liquid soaks his cock, wetting his pelvis, and he follows you in your release, shooting ropes of milky cum deep inside your pussy. “Fuck, ah, take my cock, take my fucking cum all the way in, ohh— take it deep in your womb—”

He keeps cumming, and cumming, and cumming. “It won't stop,” he moans against your ear, watching your hole overflowing with his semen. “Your pussy feels too good, it's sucking me dry...”

“Caleb, shit, how are you still— ohh, fuuck...” you whine as the last spurts of semen hit your torso, Caleb having pulled out and pumping his dick to cover you in his cum.

Finally emptied, Caleb collapses on the spot beside you, running a hand through his hair. “I need a shower,” he mutters, feeling the stickiness on his body.

“We need a shower,” you correct him. “I probably won't be able to walk for the next few days, all thanks to you, so you better take responsibility and carry me everywhere.”