#bites himmmmm

"Don't." Caleb hisses. His eyes narrow as he licks a stripe along your neck. Salt floods his lips and his tongue, the taste of your sweat is as sweet to him as chocolate. "Don't you run from me," he growls. His arms cage your head, muscles bulging from how tense he is.

One hand moves to grip your chin, pulling your face away from where you had it hidden. His touch is surprisingly gentle despite the brutal way his hips continue to snap down into you.

"You don't hide from me, Princess. That's not how I've taught you to behave, is it?"

You whine—a stubborn, dramatically loud sound—and your bottom lip juts out. The pout that Caleb is all too familiar with sits pretty on your face as he pinches your chin between his fingers.

"You're cute, baby, so unbelievably cute. But you know I don't like it when you hide." He pauses, rubbing small circles on your chin with his thumb. "And yet, each time I fuck you like this, you always do it. You always hide. Why is that?"

You open your mouth to answer but Caleb gives you no such opportunity. He smashes his lips to yours, hand dropping from your face, moving to your neck, your chest, your stomach, before finally settling on your waist. A gasp of surprise from you is all he needs and then he's pushing his tongue into your mouth, teeth clashing and your breath gets knocked out of your lungs as he presses his chest down onto yours.

He kisses you sloppily, spit pools in your mouth and trickles down your chin. He chases it with his tongue, collecting the excess in his mouth and swallowing it with so much greed you'd think he hadn't kissed you in a decade.

But he pulls away just as fast as he arrived, leaving you breathless. You pant heavily, eyes fluttering closed.

Caleb smirks.

A quick snap of his hips shocks your eyes back open. You gasp, your already frantic breathing is made worse by this—albeit, quite welcome—surprise. Clawing at his back you manage to find a grip on his shoulders, fingernails digging hard into his skin. The sting of pain does nothing but surge Caleb on.

He braces himself against the mattress, palms splayed. His breath is hot on your ear, "hold tight for me, babygirl."

A high pitched squeak slips past your lips as Caleb begins to pick up his already rather brutal pace.

His strength and stamina is usually something you enjoy. All the times you've gone to the gym with him you've watched in awe as he moves through each exercise, pushing through every struggle until he beats his PB. Running on the treadmill until he's panting and covered head to toe in sweat.

You move to turn your head, just slightly, just enough to free your cheeks from the weight of his face, but Caleb catches you immediately. He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks between his fingers. This time his grip is harsher, it matches the way he's fucking you—deliberate and without remorse.

"What did I say?"

This time there's no softness to his voice.

"I-" You begin, eyes watering. It's hard to talk with your lips pressed together, but you try anyway, willing and wanting to give Caleb the answer he's looking for.

But, once again, he doesn't give you the opportunity to speak.

Or rather, he makes sure you can't.

He changes his pace, fucking you harder, faster. The steady beat of his thighs smacking against yours fill the room. He's relentless. Even as you wriggle beneath him, even as you plead for a reprieve—eyes wide, lip wobbling. He doesn't stop.

There's a hunger in the way he's fucking you now, his body chases yours like you're the only thing it needs. You bounce off the mattress with each thrust, arms secure around his neck, your grip tight as you fight to hold on.

Caleb squeezes his eyes shut, pleasure prickling its way up his spine. His tilts his head back, hissing when you squeeze around his already sensitive length. This gives you the perfect view of his neck. His adam's apple bobs as he attempts to swallow his moans, each hearty gulp of air he breaths comes paired with an unusually high pitched whine. You reach towards him, tracing shapes on his neck with your fingertip.

You know it tickles him, you can tell by the way he falters ever so slightly, a shaky breath spilling from his lips. And in the way his eyes narrow when he snaps his head to look at you.

You should stop.

You know you should.

But it's so easy to tease him like this, to break his concentration as he tries to break you.

Lightly, you begin to trace words on his skin—a difficult task, given the way he refuses to slow his tortuously fast pace.

You start with "love". You loop the 'l' and the 'o' together, trying to practice the cursive you learnt at school.

Then you try "yours". And the smirk on Caleb's face when you flick your wrist on the 's' tells you that he's able to understand your delicate traces perfectly.

You pause, your throat catches when his hands disappear from your view. Suddenly he hoists you upwards, shifting your body like you weigh nothing, until you're right where he wants you. The muscles along his shoulders tense and you swear you see a flicker of desperation cross Caleb's face as he presses down on your thighs.

He knows it burns. He knows you won't be able to last much longer in this position. The anklet he got you for your birthday last year jingles by his ear, the small bell burns away at what sanity Caleb has left.

"You can take it for me, yeah? Like the good girl I know you are," Caleb taunts, voice so low you almost struggle to hear him.

Almost.

"You take this cock and every thrust I give you and then maybe–maybe–I'll forgive you for hiding your pretty face. That sound fair?"

You nod, wordlessly pressing yourself closer to his chest. It's hard to move under his weight, grunts of effort fall from your tongue. Caleb can see you struggling, he sees the way your eyebrows twitch and your lip trembles as you try to pull him flush against you. It's adorable how hard you're trying.

"You want me closer, sweet girl?" He coos, face red from how hard he's fighting to stop himself from cumming.

You nod again, "p-please…"

Caleb grins wickedly. He pushes your legs back further, that deliciously painful burn spreads through both your legs. You wriggle your toes, trying to keep the ache from settling in, but there's only so much you can do when he's fucking you as relentlessly as he is right now.

The sound of skin slapping echos around the room. Breathless whimpers of pleasure spill from your lips as Caleb slides in and out of you. His thrusts are filled with such vigour you can't help but squeeze around his cock.

Caleb curses loudly, "I'm about to come, baby. God. Okay okay. Let me fill you up, yeah?"

His hand dips between your bodies, pressing firmly on your stomach as his eyes rolls back. "Take it, take it, take it… Fuuck-"

A moan tears its way out of your chest, long and loud. The thought of him filling you, pumping you full of his pleasure until he's got nothing left, sends you hurtling towards your own orgasm.

It crashes over you viciously. Your legs go rigid, your head falls back as you arch off the bed, pushing your chest into Caleb so hard he can almost feel your heartbeat.

You spasm around his cock as the two of you cum together, sweet whispers fall from his lips, praise and hazy love fuelled babbling fill the room. He's careful not to hurt you even as he floods your body full of his desire. He drops his head, his breath hitting your stomach as he pants heavily.

He's certain you were made for him.

He watches your face as you take every sinful drop he gives you and the thought of you round and plump with the efforts of this particular fuck fills his head momentarily…

He shakes those thoughts from his head as fast as they arrive and the sound of you calling his name pulls him back to reality.

"–m love you, Caleb," you whisper sleepily. Your mind already catching up with how spent your body feels.

Caleb slips out of you carefully, crawling backwards as he gently moves your legs down onto the mattress. He watches you for a minute, lingers when he would usually run to the bathroom for a cloth or to the kitchen for a drink.

You roll onto your side, seemingly unaware of the man still sitting at your feet.

That is, until you reach towards him, fingers spread like you're waiting for him to hold your hand, and Caleb realises you know exactly where he is.

Like you always do.

"C'mere…" You whisper against the pillow, orange fluff pressed up against your face, almost tickling you.

Caleb smiles and takes your hand. Gently, he slides up next to you, looping his arm over your waist. You cling to him as he settles behind you, his arm sitting perfectly against your chest, and you begin to play with his fingers.

"I love you, too," he whispers, voice quiet as he slowly follows you into that hazy state—not quite awake, but not quite alseep either.

The last thing you register before unconsciousness takes you completely is the feeling of a soft kiss being placed on your shoulder.