#bood

Everything was going smoothly, you thought. You’d had a cute date at the arcade flirting with each other, you had made sure to leave slight touches here and there. A hand resting a little too long on his biceps, jokingly punching his chest only to teasingly brush his nipple through the shirt. You had to do this for Caleb to get the hint. And if it wasn’t enough, pulling him into the alley beside the building just to thrust your tongue into his throat, might have made the trick. And what a response you got.

You had barely made it into the apartment when he pushed you against the door, his hands gripping your ass and pulling you up, guiding your legs behind his back. The kiss was breathtaking. Literally. Thank god you were wearing a skirt, he only had to push your underwear aside before thrusting right in. It was so good, you didn’t care if your neighbours heard. That was the first one.

Once you had both climaxed, he put you down gently, his dick sliding off and brushing against your clit on your way down. Giving him a peck on the lips, you went into your kitchen, Caleb trailing along with a satisfied smile on his face. You took a pair of mugs from the cupboard, then filled the kettle with water. You stole a glimpse at him through the window’s glass. His eyes were shining with childish joy. This look on his face made your heart clench and hurt a little. Every time you saw him like this, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d wasted so much time. Things could’ve gone differently for the two of you, you might have found your way to each other again, but the cost was immense. You wanted to make him feel loved and secure in your relationship, knowing you were his now and forever. But you could feel his hesitation most of the time. You knew you had time, but there was an anxious feeling in your gut that kept making you want to keep him happy at all times. Both of you having jobs that put your lives at risk didn’t help to get rid of that feeling either. So you were left with nothing more than moments like these.

A touch on your neck snapped you out of your thoughts. “You’ve been staring out the window for a while now, babe.” His hand, big and sturdy, cupped your neck, his thumb stroking the place below your ear. His voice was clear and teasing, but his eyes betrayed him, the look of worry was unmistakable. “Did I make you feel so good your mind went numb?” How dare you put this look on his face, you thought. You’ve been having such a great time, but here you were… overthinking and feeling miserable. You needed to keep these thoughts at bay, and there was only one way you could think of doing that now. 

Physically shaking your thoughts away, you turn around hoisting yourself on the countertop. You reach for his collar and pull on it, opening your legs to position him close to you. “Not yet, but maybe you could try to see if it’s possible.” You put your hands around his neck, fingers sliding in his hair, nails slightly scraping at his scalp. His gaze shifts, desire building in them. He rests his hands on your knees, thumb stroking their insides. He tilts his head as if pondering on the answer. 

When he speaks again, his hands slowly move to your thighs, pulling your skirt up with them. “What do I get in return?” One of his thumbs move to stroke your clit over your underwear, the cloth drenched from both your fluids from before. The other one draws lazy circles in the inside of your thigh. Your legs open slightly more in instinct and invitation, your cunt pulsating with need. 

“Why don’t you choose a reward once you achieve it.” None of you mention that you’re basically saying he can fuck you until he does make your mind go numb. You might let him.

He chuckles and slides one of his arms around your waist, pulling you all the way to the edge of the counter. He moves back and closes your legs, slightly lifting you up to get rid of your underwear. He sandwiches his hands in between your thighs, following the closed gap all the way to your knees and pulling them apart. The air hits you right in the center, both your cums making it feel wet and sticky. He kneels.

Before long, you’re left a whining, twitching mess on the counter. The kettle’s whistling noise is nothing but an afterthought. He reaches for the stove and turns it off, putting the mugs back in the cabinets. He then proceeds to lift you up and take you to your room, skipping the bed and taking you into the bathroom. 

You can barely hold a thought at this point, and he won’t even try to make you stand because your legs will give out. He sits you on the toilet lid and turns on the water, making sure it comes out warm before filling up the tub. He helps you get out of your clothes before laying you down. He takes his shirt off and starts to clean you up, his touch gentle and careful. He washes you thoroughly, sliding his fingers in just to make sure you’re emptied and clean. Once he’s done, he pulls you up and wraps you in a towel, sitting on the toilet lid with you on his lap. He dries you up and takes you back into the room. He dresses you in new underwear and your nightgown and settles down next to you. Nuzzled in his embrace, you doze off before long.

The next day you wake up to yourself tangled in him, your head on his bare chest, your nightgown has somehow been pulled up to your waist, his arm around it. Your right leg was hoisted around him, making your center grind against his every time you moved. Trying to move away, you feel him stir awake, pulling you even closer.

“Good morning.” He says groggily, voice hoarse from sleep. 

“Hey.” You smile up at him, pecking him on the lips, only to have him pry your mouth open with his tongue. Making out this early, pussy still sensitive from yesterday, had your center heating up in no time. 

He turns you over on your back, holding your leg to keep it around his waist, slowly grinding his semi-hard on you. He pulls the straps of your gown down, helping you take your arms out and pooling it around your waist. Pulling away, he quickly takes his pants off and positions himself above you once again, taking your underwear off, too. But his gaze never leaves yours, your breasts feeling heavier by the second. He doesn’t reach out for the box of condoms he knows is in your drawer, and you don’t care. 

As he leans over you, you put your legs around him, locking him in place. He reaches down and pulls on your nipples, pinching and stroking, as he lowers his head to kiss you. Only when you’re breathless, calling out his name and grinding against his length, does he thrust himself in you. Buried to the base, he lets you get accustomed to his size before going wild. 

In and out, up and down, he goes. You hold onto his shoulders for dear life, your nails digging in and leaving crescent moon marks on his skin. He welcomes the feeling, making him edge ever so closely. You’re thankful for choosing a job that requires you to work on your strength and stamina, otherwise you’re not sure you’d be able to keep up with Caleb. He draws out his climax in order to reach it with you, groans and moans mixing together in the echoes of your room. When he finally pulls away, you watch him tense up and go completely still. His face blanches and horror appears in his eyes, his gaze on the space between you. You sit up and another kind of horror mirrors in your face as you see the blood on your thighs. On his dick. You put your face in your hands and feel it turn completely red as it dawns on you. You look at Caleb and realise he might have been thinking he hurt you, his frame slightly trembling. This only made you feel more ashamed and uncomfortable. You playfully punch him in the chest and he looks at you, finally coming to his senses. He opens his mouth to say something, his hand reaching out, probably to check on you. But you interrupt him. “It’s my period.” You mumble out, but he hears it.

You watch as his demeanor changes, mouth hanging open. His gaze shifts from your thighs to his dick a few times, before he bursts out laughing. You grimace, getting now why you had been overthinking so much these past few days, and feeling so turned on. You’re about to stand up to clean up, but he pulls you into his arms and slumps on the bed.