Rock Of Ages

seeing it now; the indents of your teeth, the hickeys, and scratch marks… this sight proved to be precisely why. it was absolute perfection—suitable for the man who sports your lustful onslaught like a well-earned trophy.

it started off sweet, almost capable of being considered innocent when you made your presence known. he jolted just the smallest bit after the warmth of your lips touched right below his shoulder and quickly relaxed the more kisses you trailed across the smooth expanse of your already painted canvas.

“you left me?” you interrogated him softly through a pout he could hear far too clearly, tugging on the belt loop of his light denim. why he was wearing jeans and not completely naked was a question you needed an answer to. pressing matters, of course.

“just headed out to get some things so i could feed you, pips,” he promised teasingly. “you worked up quite the appetite. seein’ as you tried to eat me and everything, after all.”

that made you laugh, despite how much it was laced with his typical corniness. but it also made the subtle ache in between your legs pulse with a greedy desire for more. so much more.

knowing that he went outside with everything you’d done to him hidden beneath nothing but a t-shirt? it was like a drug. addictive. and seeing as he didn’t stop you when you pulled on the knot he had tied and sitting on his lower back, he wanted “more” just as much as you did.

“i like them, though. took some pictures for your filthy safekeepin’, too.” the second he turned off the burner and rested his spatula on the apple shaped saucer you two had gotten at a flea market, you knew what was about to happen.

was it pathetic to be so excited?

the loose tie fell completely at the same time caleb turned to face you, and you didn’t let him waste anymore of it when his hand cupped the underside of your jaw. as his thumb grazed your bottom lip, it was then that you took the initiative and brought his lips to yours, pulling him toward you by the back of his neck.

“can’t ever get enough, can you? wakin’ up and causing all kinds of trouble.” he chuckled in between the wet kisses, carefully pushing you back until you bumped into the counter. goosebumps dotted across every part of your body when he caressed your hip tenderly. “food’s gonna get cold… won’t taste as good.”

your head shook swiftly. “don’t care.” you meant it.

mumbling hurriedly against his lips for him to touch you and fisting the material of his apron, you were trying your best to get him to understand that if he wasn’t inside of you in the next few seconds, there would be hell to pay and sexually frustrated tears to wipe.

caleb knew you like the back of his hand. he didn’t need words for it to click that you were just his pretty girl who was desperate for more dick than he already gave you. he’s given you everything you’ve ever wanted in all your years together and like the good boyfriend he’s long since been promoted to, how could he ever dare to deny you?

as if you were featherlight, he easily hoisted you above the countertop and spread your thighs apart to give himself room. he was just so… big. everywhere. his ability to take up space and make you feel small would forever be one of the qualities about him that you treasured most.

more kisses were placed in the crook of your neck as you looked to the ceiling to give him easier access when he began to outline it like a roadmap. from your collarbone, your throat, and your jaw, caleb made a silent vow to spend today leaving you just as claimed as he’d been by you. it was only fair.

feeling his bulge nudge against you through his jeans and your panties was a buzz that had you on the precipice of rabid.

now. you needed him now.

“take what you want.” he licked your bottom lip while you eagerly fumbled with his button and zipper. “use me juuussstt how you need to. since you’re so impatient.”

he could tease you all he wanted to, but the fact that he was pulling your panties to the side and eventually swatted your hands away when you took too long to release him through your needy haze, was more than enough ammo for you.

you worked to get his meddlesome pants and boxers down right below his ass, too impatient to try stripping one another completely. when your hooded eyes met, caleb guided the tip of his cock until it pushed past your pussy lips and kissed your fluttering hole that was trying its hardest to suck him in. both of you were textbook examples of a whimpering pathetic mess, and the feeling of your heart beating in your chest so intensely was inebriating more than anything else.

“caleb…” you warned the second he stalled. “if you don’t—” words didn’t exist. not when you could feel every inch, vein, and curve of his pulsing cock slowly split you open and slide inside of your throbbing cunt. you braced a hand on his shoulder and the other tightly held onto his elbow of the arm that he had firmly planted beside you the more connected you became.

“f-fuck… you’re this soaked already…” the shakiness of his voice made you clench around him tighter than you already were. “what about now, huh? got nothin’ smart to say?”

“s-shut up…” you weakly retorted, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he rolled his hips into you in retaliation to your poor manners.

“you used to say thank you… used to be so sweet…” his hair swayed across his brows furrowed with pleasure. “now you just take, take, take. and all i do is let you... some things will never change.”

he didn’t bother trying to mess with you anymore as he nipped at your ear, solely because if waited too long to start moving, he would fill you with his seed before either of you had the opportunity to truly enjoy this moment. his apron began to fall off his body with every stroke he gave and his pressured grip on your outer thigh that he had resting on his hip was sure to leave a caleb-sized print that you’d get tattooed if you could.

both of you grabbed at each other like you couldn’t be closer, moaning loud enough that if the neighbors didn’t know how sickly in love you were, they would surely get the memo now.

“watch us,” he panted, pressing his forehead to yours with a lazy grin. “you’re so fuckin’ easy, pips. look at how wet we are.”

your mouth hung open in a small o when you peered down at the sight of him gliding in and out of you with so much ease. your slick had his dick glistening and the creamy ring that was forming was a sight so erotic that you could already feel that familiar coil building in your lower gut.

“baby… ‘m gonna…” you warned as you felt your orgasm steadily approaching. but he wasn’t done. not yet.

he opened you up more to the point that you felt the blissful burn in your thighs, drilling into your sensitive pussy until all you could do was cry when he reached so deeply.

the violet in his irises almost seemed to shine with pride as you lost yourself in the way he fucked you. a hand made itself at home in his tousled hair and you couldn’t hold it any longer when the friction of him being so close stimulated your swollen clit.

your shared orgasm was instantaneous after that final gratifying thrust that made him shake and call out your name like it was what would always be what saved him from himself. his cum was hot, thick and sticky as it flooded your insides and painted your velvet walls until both of you were drained and utterly spent.

it was only seconds that passed before he slid out of you with a wet squelch, making you hiss from the peaked sensitivity.

“lemme see.”

you knew what he liked. every time without fail.

he rested a hand on your knee and used the other to keep your panties out of the way, staring at your used cunt as you pushed his load out. caleb watched in awe the more the creamy substance trailed down your ass and made a small pool on the once pristine marble. the way it dipped and fell down the side could make his knees buckle.

so much cum was leaking from you, and he didn’t know if he should make you aware of his cock already trying to stir to life once more.

“you’re a freak,” caleb jested, tucking himself back into his jeans before crowding you shamelessly.

“yes we are.” you smiled into his kiss as he leaned down, groaning when his tongue danced with yours in the sensual exchange. “clean me up?”

nodding once, he abruptly pushed you further back on the surface, making you yelp at the gesture that was opposite of what you thought he’d do.

“lay down f’me, pipsqueak. i got it.” without hesitation, you followed his instruction. you didn’t know what to expect; a hot rag, a paper towel, or his fingers stuffing his seed back inside. but you surely didn’t anticipate your back arching from the sensation of a long lick sliding up in between your puffy slit.

caleb looked up at you when you searched for answers, nose buried in the mess you made together with a knowing smirk in his eyes.

who needed breakfast anyway?

a/n: pls be easy on me.

The ruined surprise doesn’t tamper with your smile. “For you.” Holding a grape up to his mouth as he drifts closer, his lips catch the side of your finger. He’s warm, a hearth for you to come back to every night after dinner. 

A muscle in his jaw clenches while chewing, hands set at his sides as he steps up beside you. The side of his arm brushes yours, so warm and welcoming that you are tempted to step into his chest and hug him close.

The fantasies are broken when he tips the cup up to his lips, sipping the drink and pausing as if judging its quality. “It’s sweet.” The straightforward words are followed by his arms wrapping around you, cup forgotten in favor of grabbing a separate cup and grinder. “Let’s make some more. This way, you may try it as well.” 

Caged between his firm chest and the counter, you watch as he brings the same fruits you used into the cup. “I’ll do it,” you try to insist, grabbing the stone grinder and doing the same repeated motions you used to make his drink.

“A god can’t do these things?” You shake your head. “Why not?” There’s a hint of amusement in his voice, head dipping down to ghost his lips along the shell of your ear. 

A slight shrug tugs at your shoulder. “I like doing things for you.” You don’t get distracted by his teasing kisses. “So let me do this one thing.” The insistence silences him for a quick second, so fleeting that you barely register the lack of noise. 

“A gentle touch barely scratches the surface…” Suddenly, it doesn’t feel as if he’s speaking about the juice anymore, one hand curving at your waist while the other guides your movements into something harsher. “It should be like this.” 

Heat builds between you, his attention no longer on the juice but on kissing every part of your body he can reach. Your ear, your neck, your shoulder. He cranes his head to brush his lips along the edge of your jaw, a teasing chuckle slipping when you gasp. 

“Do you feel it?” He mumbles against your skin. 

You nod. “Words.” The command nearly sets your heat ablaze, hands shaking just enough to clink the grinder against the glass. 

There’s more than just the pressure of grinding the fruits. It’s his warmth. His strength. His hips holding you still. Even the soft poke of something against the curve of your behind. “Yes, I do.” The whisper is stopped by Zayne setting the glass to the side, his fingertips dancing up your arm until he’s caressing the bare skin of your shoulder. “What are you doing?” 

“Do you want to taste another flavor?” The question lingers for a moment, and before you can answer, he continues. “If you want a richer sweetness, then we can add more date juice.” 

The offer is appealing, but once again, as he fills the glass with date juice, it’s more intimate when the rim brushes against your bottom lip. “Try it.” He prompts, an eyebrow raised while craning his neck to the side to look at you. “Open your mouth.” 

As the liquid fills your mouth, you swallow it all. The smile that follows is teasing and bright. “It tastes just like you, Zayne.” The purr in your voice sends a shiver down his spine, but he doesn’t let it show. Instead, he just smirks. 

“Oh, it tastes just like me?” The tone of his voice heats your insides, your fingers tightening on the kitchen counter as if it were some sort of anchor to the real world. “Is it similar to the drink you made?” His lips brush your ear, nose barely bumping your temple before he lets his gaze wander to your mouth. “Or is it more like the flavor you tasted?” 

Your head falls back to his shoulder, back molding completely to his chest. Each beat of his heart adds to the warmth surrounding you, filling you with an insatiable fire that is spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes. 

“I can’t really tell…” With your eyes closed, you can feel every minuscule movement of his hand on your hip and the other setting the glass back to the side just to settle on the other side of your waist. “This method isn’t working. I think I need another taste.” 

“You can’t tell,” he chuckles, but there’s no humor in his eyes as he sees a drop of date juice shining on your bottom lip. The tip of his thumb brushes it away, lingering there for a moment. 

“Even if I had obtained more flavors, they would be on my body…” His hand falls down your front, between the valley of your breasts, before flattening on your stomach. It’s enough pressure to hold you flush against him, feeling his arousal through your clothes. “Not my tongue.” 

Closing the short distance, you dare peck his cheek, right near the corner of his mouth. Almost a kiss but not quite, teasing the line while allowing yourself some reprieve from the stirring heat in your stomach. 

A palm cupping your breasts pulls a gasp from you, and when Zayne speaks again, it’s in the small gap between your mouths. “It’s not just the corner of my mouth.” A few gentle squeezes, his thumb teasing your perky nipple through your cloth. “What’s on my hands is stronger.”

His palm holds your chin, eyes boring deep into yours, and mesmerizing you at the depth. The tip of his index finger taps your lower lip. “From my palm to my fingertips.” You’ve lost the ability to speak, eyes locked on his as he traces the seam of your lips. 

“Do you want to try again?” 

Nodding, you open your mouth, allowing his thumb to slip in and press on your tongue. It’s not harsh; only testing the waters while his other hand slips under the hem of your skirt. The tip of his finger traces the seam of your pussy through your panties, the wetness gathering on the fabric in a way that has you whimpering around his thumb. 

“Enjoying the taste?” He asks, his lips chasing wet kisses down the column of your neck before reaching your shoulder. “I quite,” kiss, “like,” kiss, “this taste.” The salt of sweat on your skin adds to the sweetness of the juice still lingering on his tongue. 

“Mmmph,” the words are dampened by the pad of his thumb, sounding something like ‘I like it’ but now just a jumble of saliva and broken syllables lost in translation. Salt from his skin comes when you wrap your lips around the digit, a whimper vibrating through your chest when your panties are pushed to the side, and his finger collects some of your wetness. 

Zayne hums, his teeth nipping at the junction of your neck and shoulder. The way his body is hunched over yours, the lean muscle of his abdomen flexing against your back, has you bending over in turn. Your hands flatten against the kitchen counter, arms twitching as he circles your fluttering entrance with his middle finger. 

As soon as he slips into the knuckle, you moan around his thumb, eyes closing and neck going nearly limp at the rush. 

Then, another starts the delicious stretch, the ring of muscle clenching so hard around his fingers that your knees begin to shake. Luckily, Zayne is there to hold you tight against him, his tongue trailing a line of glistening spit up to right below your ear. 

“Clenching so tight around me,” the raspiness in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. “Feels good?” 

“Mhm,” another muffled affirmation, the curl of his digits hitting that sensitive spot inside you that sparks flashes behind your closed eyes. “S’good.” You manage before another moan, your hands shifting.

The sound of breaking glass causes your eyes to shoot open, seeing the juice and glass strewn in pieces on the floor. It’s impossible to turn your head toward the mess with Zayne’s thumb still hooked into your mouth, holding you still while his fingers continue their slow pumps. 

“Don’t bother.” He mumbles against your neck, the loud smacking of his lips overpowering your thoughts. “You’re close already, huh?” You nod, eyes rolling in the back of your head as your knees knock together. “I know… I can feel you clenching around my fingers.” 

The heat builds in your abdomen, and the added sensation of his lips, his fingers, his hips flush against your ass, and the hardness grinding like you’re all he needs. It’s getting closer and closer and closer, your muscles tight and heart pounding in your ears. 

Until his fingers suddenly leave you with an aching emptiness. 

Before you can whine in protest, he turns you around, his two fingers glistening with your arousal. The digits slip into his mouth, his tongue lapping up every bit of you he can get. 

His golden-green eyes shine, a low groan coming from his mouth, while his other hand grips your hip. It isn’t until he kisses you and you can taste yourself on his tongue as it tangles with yours, that your thighs rub together and you whine into his mouth.

“I’m the same way,” hoisting you up onto the counter, he slots himself between your parted thighs. “When I find a flavor I like, I concentrate on savoring it.” 

With a tender gentleness that is ever-present in his touches, he lays you down on the counter, your legs dangling off the edge for him to rest on his shoulders as he kneels before you. Only his head is visible, his hands flipping your skirt up and removing your panties because fuck it’s the only thing between him and what he’s craving. 

“Sweetness comes in a variety of forms,” he says, kissing the inside of your thigh, close to the apex but not where you need him. Palms spread you for him, eyes focusing on your throbbing clit and wet folds. 

When he speaks again, the puff of air against your pussy shocks your nerves, your fingers threading through his hair. 

“But my favorite is right in front of me.” He whispers, his lips wrapping around your clit and slurping like you’re the nectar of his Eden. Words aren’t needed, not even the utterance of his name comes until his tongue dips in your tight hole. 

“Zayne!” The hard counter doesn’t hurt as much when your head falls back against it, not when the warmth of his tongue and the point of his nose rubs into your sensitive bud with increased intensity. “Zayne- please…” 

Your pleas fall on deaf ears—mainly because your thighs are so close to his head that the only thing he can concentrate on is the thump of your heart through your skin. Each beat signifies another beat for him, just as every beat of his heart is another beat for you. All for you. 

The flat of his tongue starts at your pussy, dragging all the way up to flick your clit and watch in amusement at your hand muscles tensing at the edge of the counter. If you could grab him with both hands and ride him how you really wish, it would be a dream come true. However, being at the mercy of Zayne, the god between your thighs, it’s a rush of adrenaline that rivals the best alcohol. 

“So,” slurp, “sweet.” Not a drop of your arousal hits the hard surface, especially not when your elixir is so addictive that Zayne finds himself craving you night and day. Humans be damned, when the goddess beneath him is the best flavor in the universe. 

“Z-ha-Zayne,” your voice shakes, thighs nearly crushing his head as pleasure fills every crevice in your body, like he’s carved a road right to your heart that only he can walk on. 

The lack of any other word coming from your beautiful lips has Zayne’s cock aching in his clothes, because to him, nothing is more perfect than his name in your sweet voice. It’s the realization that he’s the one who makes you feel this way, bringing you to the edge of euphoria and cradling you close as you crash over the edge. Nothing is more satisfying. 

So when your nails dig into his scalp, the breath stutters in your lungs, he works faster. The deep curling of his tongue against your walls, paired with the bridge of his nose rubbing your clit allows his hands to steady your hips, holding you still for him to indulge. 

The shackles that bind your heart break free, a wave of white crashing over you like a ceremonial sheet covering your limp body. Even you don’t know that your hips were trying to squirm away, thighs tight on his head like earmuffs, and throat getting raw from the whimpers and borderline screams that almost rip your vocal cords. 

“Good girl,” he speaks in rushed syllables, not wanting to part from your sweet pussy just yet. Not when you’re still riding out the aftershocks with small moans of his name and locks of his dark hair through your fingers. “Keep going.” 

So you do. 

Until Zayne is pulling away with a smirk, kneading your hips with gentle touches while continuing to kiss the insides of your thighs. “You did so well for me.” His voice is hoarse, like he spent hours screaming to the heavens in thanks. Thanking other gods for blessing him with you, for allowing him to worship you in this way. 

“Are you okay?” When he stands, your legs fall limp off the counter, body slick with sweat, and mouth still open in an attempt to gulp any bit of air you can get. 

“Very okay… Very okay.” Your reassurance curls Zayne’s lips into a smile. 

“Good,” he hums, and you’re so satiated that you don’t register him picking you up bridal style, carrying you like a husband would over the threshold of your shared bedroom. 

The plush mattress cushions your back, and cold air bites at your skin until softer clothes cover you—something easier to sleep in, but covered in his scent. Immediately, you curl up, a smile on your lips at the warmth and comfort just his smell brings. It’s nothing comparable to his hand massaging the back of your neck, releasing all the tension there. His touch is healing, reaching into your depths to mend the cracks and crevices you find yourself with.

“Take a nap.” His lips find your forehead—already cleaned from your release. “When you wake up, I’ll make us some juice.” Despite your eyes being closed, his smile can be heard in his following words. “Properly, this time.” 

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.”