#lads caleb

Ice spreads out over my skin and runs up from my hips. It twists and curls around my belly button like I belong to the ice itself instead of the man controlling it. The man in question holds me still with one hand on my hip and the over chasing the tendrils of ice he spreads over my skin. And I should be happy that this is the way it is now. I should be over the moon that this is finally happening. So, why do I find myself missing the feeling of gravity holding me in place instead? It's stupid and reckless of me to be thinking of Caleb now. When the man I had wanted for years has me in the palms of his hands. After I had admitted that our relationship is false. A rouse so that the Fleet thinks that there 's more to Caleb than his profession.

"Zayne," my voice comes out as more of a breath, "you can't say anything, okay? You can't tell anyone what I told you about—fuuuuuuuuck."

His tongue flicks against my clit once. Then twice. Cutting off my thought process with the way it curls around the swollen bundle of nerves. A hum leaves him when he looks up at me from beneath his lashes. From between my legs with his mouth sealed over my cunt.

"About you and Caleb?" He finishes for me.

His tongue flattens, spreading me open as he runs another devastatingly slow lick up my center. Flicking at my clit one more time once he reaches the apex of my thighs. Zayne rubs soothing circles into the tender muscles of my inner thighs. Pulls his mouth from my aching pussy and peppers my skin with reverent kisses that leave me just as breathless as his tongue. His teeth nips at my knee and I feel his lips curve into a smirk. He is wickedness and worship in human form. Sin dressed in a suit meant to unravel me completely. I'm not some innocent little angel by any means. I am ruin and all the bitterness in the world. Sometimes I think that all the hatred inside me will eventually corrode all the good that was left.

Zayne doesn't let me respond to him. He seals his wicked mouth over my swollen clit. Sucking until my back bows off the ground and my toes curl. Then his tongue laves over it. Applying pressure until a whine that sounds more like a squeak pulls from my throat. I feel the corners of his mouth pull into a smirk against my skin. He's good at what he does and he knows it. For a moment, I think he's giving me a second to breathe when he pauses. And for only a second, I can breathe. A short reprieve to gather my bearings until he pushes one long finger inside me to join the rhythm of his devil's tongue. Then another finger joins the first.

The rhythm he pumps me with is slow. With two fingers curling inside me until fingertips hit the soft, spongy part of me that makes stars gather in my vision. His tongue laps at the arousal that drips from me and down his chin. Zayne doesn't eat—he devours. Placing a kiss to my clit every time his fingers hit exactly right. Applying just enough pressure that it takes my breath away. One hand comes up to knead my breast, the other reaching to thread my fingers through his hair. When he looks up at me his eyes soften into something tender and full of adoration. It make my chest tighten and my fingers shift through the raven strands of his hair. This time, it's not a smirk or a prideful grin that lifts the corners of his mouth, but a smile so gentle it's almost boyish. Zayne looks like a boy in love.

It's embarrassing what that does to my heart.

Over a decade I've waited for a moment like this. For him to just look at me as something more than just a friend. And now that the moment is here—why do I find myself comparing his smile to Caleb's? Why does my stomach twist with guilt and something ugly? It's not like Caleb is actually my boyfriend. We're not really dating. None of it has been real.

He killed Gage for me.

Probably to save his own ass.

Because Gage threatened the lie that we had so carefully curated.

He told me I'm worthy of being loved.

That sits with me.

It buries deep in the pit of my stomach and twists around my heart so tight it cuts into the broken little pieces I melded together with gum and string. Reminds me that for the first time in my entire life someone actually saw me. Really saw me. Not the version of me that others likes to cherry-pick or the version I sold to the public. But the broken girl who never truly got the chance to heal from a mother's hatred. Or the one who accepted the love she thought she was deserving of. The girl who fought so hard to just be heard because no one ever stopped to ask if she was okay. The girl who yearns to breathe without inhaling smoke just to feel alive.

How long has it taken Zayne to look at me this way? Over a decade. It's pathetic the way I so easily fold for a man who never looked at me like this until I was no longer his to hold. But it doesn't matter, because at the end of the day this is finally mine.

His fingers retreat from me. Leaving me feeling entirely too empty and cold with their absence. Not even his tongue is there to warm me anymore. Had he sensed my inner turmoil? Had he tasted my guilt? When my eyes flutter open, he's adjusting his erection in his swim shorts. His usual bright emerald eyes now dark. Pupils blown with restraint. I can trace the outline of his cock with my eyes as I follow the movement of his fingers. Zayne is longer than Caleb—thicker too. My mouth waters as my head tilts to the side in wonder. Pussy flexing around nothing now.

"Do you need something, jasmine?" His voice is breathless when he speaks. If not a little husky.

Without thinking, I press my hand to his chest. Gently pushing him back to rest on his knees. Zayne raises a brow curiously. It's a well known fact that I'm as bold as I am impulsive. Sometimes the two war with each other to see which part of me comes out on top. Though it's usually impulsivity that wins out in the end. There's a curious glint in his eyes as he watches me push myself up. Legs flip to bend at the knee until I shift closer to him. Close enough to straddle him if his legs fall from under him. He just needs a little extra push…

My voice is a purr against his skin when I lean to nip at the sharp angle of his jawline. "Let me take care of it. Just sit there and relax, yeah?"

The smirk that he wears is devastating.

With deft fingers, I somehow manage to pull his swim shorts just over the swell of his ass. His cock bobs against his stomach with a single bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip. The vein that runs along the curve of his shaft pulses when I lower to lie on my stomach. Taking the head of his cock into my mouth to suck the glistening pre-cum off. Originally, the plan was not to take his cock in my mouth. But plans change and my tongue flattens along his shaft. Cheeks hollowing when I hear the sharp intake of breath the moment my mouth touches him. I used to revel in the way men melt under my touch and expert mouth. Used to get off on the way they shiver at my touch and submit so willingly once their cock is in my mouth. But it's different with Zayne. He looks down at me like I descended from the heavens. Eyes full of wonder and awe as he watches me take him to the back of his throat.

His fingers thread through my hair. Sifting through my pink curls with care. His cock twitches in my mouth as his breathing hitches. Picking up pace as he murmurs words of praise and devotion. The look in his eyes screams worship. His touch whispers adoration. For once I don't have to second guess which face he sees when he looks down at me. Intimacy with Caleb is different. I know that it's really McKenna he sees underneath him. Though now that everyone knows her little secret I'm not sure how true that still is. Now that I think of it, I'm not sure if that's why when he looks down at me he actually sees me or if he only does because MC is permanently out of reach.

His hold on my hair tightens and I hollow my cheeks to take him deeper in my throat. Bottoming out when his cockhead touches the back of my throat again. I let my teeth scrape ever so lightly along his shaft. A low groan rumbles out of him and his head falls back. There's something magical about being able to unravel Linkon's top cardiac surgeon with my mouth alone. My tongue flattens along the curve of his cock and I drag it from base to head. Swirling it around his cockhead with slow reverence. Flicking it over the slit once or twice for extra measure.

His voice comes out staggered and husky. "Keep that up and I won't last much longer, sweet girl."

Something about that makes my heart skip. Makes my stomach flip. But I can't tell if it's from his voice or the fact that there's voices coming from outside the frozen waterfall. Panic flashes in my eyes when I look up at him. Before, his touch was gentle but firm. Coaxing me into a rhythm with my mouth and tongue. Now his touch his soft, almost delicate. An understanding passing between us despite that we can hear Caleb and Xavier calling for us distantly from the other side. But the message is clear: he doesn't want to stop.

Neither do I.

Something akin to hunger flickers in his eyes. It makes my heart stop for a small, fragile moment before excitement takes over. Zayne slides an arm around the small of my back, lifts me very slightly off the ground and hauls me closer to him. Brings me to straddle his lap as his mouth crashes into mine for the third time. With chests pressed against one another I can feel the way his heart is beating erratically. A sly smile lifts the corners of my mouth.

"Your heart is beating erratically, Doctor Li," I tease, pulling back only to nip at his bottom lip.

He lets out a huff of breath. Laughing despite himself. "That tends to happen when one is excited, Miss Monroe."

His kiss turns from something hungry and desperate to one of devotion. Thoughtful, almost like he's scared I'll slip through his arms if his mouth leaves mine for more than a breath. It's obvious what he wants when his cock twitches between us. Softly thumping against my stomach with a need he's afraid to voice out loud. But it's there in the way his tongue slides against mine. Shy and tentative when it enters my mouth. It's in how his arm around my waist tightens just the barest among as if to hold me in place. Silly boy, doesn't he know I've been dreaming of this moment since I knew what desire is? Doesn't he know that this is I've been so in love with him I would bleed myself dry for him?

Caleb's voice cuts through me like a knife. Guilt leaking into my bloodstream like water through a faucet. It's stupid and nonsensical. We aren't actually dating and this was the point, right? Wasn't the entire point of his end of the bargain to make Zayne notice me? Then why does it feel like this is betraying something sacred? Like I'm hurting him? Zayne's mouth leaves mine, latching onto my neck. But he hesitates. His tongue laving at my skin. His motions becoming sloppier than they were only a moment ago.

My hips shift, lifting up just enough that his cock slides free of our bodies pressing against it. Zayne's eyes darken. What was an emerald green now a deep evergreen. He removes his mouth from my neck to look up at me as I position myself on my knees to hover over his lap.

Leaning down, I let my breath ghost along the shell of his ear. "Think you can be quiet?"

I feel the smirk in his voice. His nose brushing along the curve of my jaw. "I think the better question is: can you?"

Without warning, his hips drive up. Pushing his cock just close enough that his head nudges inside. A gasp leaves me before a whine follows. My teeth dig into my lower lip to try and remain quiet. I have a point to prove after all. Forehead pressing against his, I slowly lower myself on the length of him. Letting my cunt adjust to the intrusion. Breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth to set a pace I can follow. Something that won't make me scream of cry but still fills the need in both of us. I wonder if he could taste himself on my lips when he kisses me. I wonder if he even cared that I had just had his cock in my mouth. That I would have happily drank all of his release if he had let me.

There's no articulate way to describe the way his cock feels. There is only feeling it without thought. My hips roll and rock against his. Slow and steady at first. Neither of us are in control now. There's some kind of understanding between us that neither of us get to set the pace. Only adjust to each other's bodies and the deep, screaming need that burns through us both. One of his hands slides along my thigh, the other resting on my lower back to hold me to him. The pace is slow and steady. Our breaths mingling in the limited space between us. My eyes are shut, too focused on the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me. But I can feel his eyes on me. Watching every expression that flutters across my face and the way my brow furrows when he bottoms out against my cervix.

"Like that did you?" He's teasing, pulls out enough that only the head of his cock remains buried inside me. "You like when I kiss your cervix like that?"

"Shhhut up," I slur when he thrusts up again.

The sound he makes is somewhere between a laugh and a moan. His hips thrust up at the same time mine roll forward. It drives him deeper with every move we make. Finding a rhythm and pace within ourselves until I feel the swell of his cock against the walls of my cunt. He's close and when my abdomen tightens and pulls tight I know I'm not far behind. Our breathing grows heavier. Our hips moving more erratically as we both chase the high we know is right around the corner. Zayne buries his face in my neck. The tip of his cock kissing my cervix again when I feel him swell and he groans into my skin with eyes squeezed shut. It's hard not to wonder how long it's been since he 's had some kind of release. If he touches himself at night and what he might think of when he does.

But when the warmth of his release coats the inside of me, I promptly follow. My cunt squeezing around him so tight it has to be painful. With head thrown back and a breathless scream tearing from my throat—I shatter around him. Pulsing in waves as his voice cuts through the haze of my release. Hushed and murmured words meant to coax more out of me. Things that sound like "good girl" and "let go for me."

And by the time we come down from our highs—one voice in particular sounds louder, closer than before.

He tilted the phone so you could see, you gasped at the sight. A video feed of your living room lit up Zayne’s screen. Caleb knelt on a cushion in front of the couch. He was blindfolded with his hands bound behind him, wearing only his underwear. Delicate ropes laced around Caleb’s body, carefully keeping him in place and highlighting his muscular form. 

You blushed at the sight, throat feeling a bit dry, “You’re sure, uh, you’re sure he’s okay like that?” You had never seen Caleb in such a submissive position before. You hadn’t expected the sight to have such an impact on you. 

“He knows what to do if he gets uncomfortable.” Zayne assured you. “Honestly the ropes aren’t strong enough to stop him from breaking free if he really wanted to, although I am confident in my knot tying skills.” 

This new dynamic between the three of you was still quite fresh. You and Zayne had been settling into your relationship when Caleb suddenly reappeared back into your lives. You shuddered to remember that period. The arguments, the tears, the confessions…

There were several points when you sincerely worried you would end up losing both your childhood friends. 

What you didn’t expect, was to find out about the unresolved feelings between Zayne and Caleb. It seemed that in their lifelong unspoken rivalry for your affection, they had developed affection for one another as well. 

That did not mean things always ran smoothly. Case in point, Caleb being tied up and left behind was part of the punishment Zayne had set up, after finding out about Caleb’s elaborate surveillance system. You had been shocked to find out, though you had to admit you weren’t as upset as you expected. The thought of being watched, especially the thought of Caleb watching… Well that is what led to Zayne’s plans for tonight. 

The two of you walked into the apartment and took your time shedding your coats and shoes. Zayne entered the living room first, flicking on some of the ambient lights and revealing Caleb exactly where he had been on the video. 

You hadn’t seen him before you left. Zayne had said it would distract from your date if you knew what was coming after. 

God he was right. 

Caleb was breathing shakily, knowing you were both finally home sent a thrill through his body. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh or cry. Time had quickly lost all meaning while he was stuck like this. He couldn’t tell if it had been hours or minutes anymore. 

“Caleb, you’ve been doing so well tonight.” Zayne praised. “Are you still comfortable?” 

Caleb nodded. His legs were a little tired from sitting for a while, but the ropes and the cushion underneath him were soft enough so that he hadn’t felt any strong discomfort. Zayne had known exactly what he was doing when he was tying him up. 

—

Caleb had been taken aback when Zayne first proposed the idea. “Tied up… and left there? Where’s the fun in that?” 

“It’s meant to be a punishment, Caleb.” Zayne said simply. 

Caleb laughed, dismissive, “Right so you’re going to tie me up and leave me behind like a misbehaved dog or something?”

He was joking, but to his horror Zayne smiled, leaning in, “Exactly.” He spoke softly, hooking a finger into Caleb’s shirt collar to pull him close. “Bad dogs need to be taught how to behave.” 

Caleb was still uncertain how bad of a punishment this could actually be. After all he’d been through, sitting still for a while would be a cake walk. 

His confidence crumbled as soon as Zayne began pulling out the rope. Zayne was almost clinical as he explained the process; setting up the cushion first and instructing Caleb to sit in a few different positions to test what felt most comfortable. He traced the rope along Caleb’s skin, letting him feel the texture and assured that it wouldn’t cause any rope burn or pinch his skin. He tested out some knots first, asking Caleb to decide how tightly he wanted the knots to be so that they were secure, but still comfortable. 

Throughout the whole process Zayne was so gentle, so patient, checking in and praising Caleb for telling him what was okay and what wasn’t. Caleb hadn’t expected to feel so… taken care of. He wanted Zayne to keep touching him, to keep paying attention to him, to keep praising him and tell him how good he was for sitting still and listening to instructions. 

By the time Zayne told him to strip down to his underwear Caleb practically leapt out of his clothes. Zayne took his time tying the intricate knots across his body. Caleb relished in the feeling of the soft rope tracing and tightening against his skin, of Zayne’s fingers as they smoothed over his body, of the strange sense of security he felt being immobile in Zayne’s care. 

When Zayne finished, he admired his work, circling Caleb and asking him if he was still comfortable. 

Caleb nodded, eager to keep Zayne’s attention on him. 

Zayne hummed, “I think she will be very excited to see you like this.” 

Caleb shifted slightly, imagining himself at your mercy… God. 

Zayne crouched down, taking Caleb’s chin in his fingers. “You will be good and wait here while I go get her won’t you?” 

Caleb nodded again, fuck yes he would. 

Zayne smiled and leaned in, barely ghosting a kiss on Caleb’s lips. “Good boy.” 

Caleb’s eyes fluttered. The power of those little words over him was a discovery that Zayne abused whenever possible, and Caleb loved it. 

Then Caleb’s world went dark as Zayne tied the blindfold over his eyes. “Wh-”

“So you can’t tell the time.” Zayne’s voice was still in front of him. “Now, I am going to go get her. Oh, and I forgot to mention we have plans this evening, so we’ll be a bit late I suppose.” 

Caleb reeled back. “Wait but-”

Zayne shushed him gently. “Don’t worry, I’ll be keeping an eye on you, thanks to your little camera setup. If you need to stop all you need to do is say the word” 

Caleb whined, “How long are you going out? I thought-”

Zayne pressed another light kiss to Caleb’s mouth, tracing a cold finger down his chest as he did so. “You are being punished Caleb. You were a bad boy, and you have to prove you can be good. You can do that can’t you?” 

—

When you finally saw him, Caleb was a mess. 

Your eyes raced up and down his body, taking in every detail from the sweat gathering on his chest to the impressive bulge pressing against his underwear. The warmth that had been spreading through your body ever since Zayne showed you the video had begun to pool between your legs. 

Zayne’s hands came to rest on your shoulders, his voice low in your ear, “She likes seeing you like this Caleb.” 

Caleb’s breath hitched, “Please…” he whimpered. 

Your eyes widened. You had never heard Caleb’s voice so… weak. So vulnerable. So deliciously pathetic. You wanted to hear it again. “Please what?” 

Zayne’s hands tightened minutely on your shoulders. Caleb nearly choked upon finally hearing your voice. “Please can I see you?” 

You glanced at Zayne. “May I?” 

The doctor nodded, his breathing heavier than before. 

You approached Caleb, reaching gently behind his head to undo the blindfold. Caleb breathing was uneven as your fingers barely brushed against the back of his head. “Pips- please-” he groaned, trying to lean forwards ever so slightly towards you. When the blindfold fell away, Caleb blinked up at you with teary eyes, his pupils blown wide. 

He looked gorgeous. 

“Please kiss me.” He begged, his voice desperate, “or just touch me, kick me I don’t care. I missed you-”

You would have given in if Zayne hadn’t pulled you back. “Ah ah, the punishment isn’t over yet.” 

Caleb whined, letting his head fall as you were pulled away. “Zayne please, I need- I need-”

“You need to learn your lesson.” Zayne said. To make his point, Zayne sat down on the couch and pulled you into his lap, your back against his chest. “Besides, I think she likes seeing you like this. Who am I to deny her? Isn’t that right sweetheart?”

You nodded, still staring at Caleb. The poor man looked like he was on the verge of tears. 

“I thought you enjoyed watching though, don’t you Caleb?” Zayne’s hands smoothed across your shirt, reaching for the hem. 

“Oh fuck,” Caleb groaned as Zayne began undressing you. First pulling off your shirt much too slow. You even started to squirm as Zayne pulled the fabric up your body, exposing your stomach, your chest, and finally off over your head. He took his time undoing your bra as well, letting the straps slip off your shoulders before gently undoing the clasp. Caleb’s eyes followed the movement of your breasts as they bounced free, his breath heavier with each inch of skin that was revealed. Zayne pulled you close, lifting your thighs to pull your skirt down. “Holy shit,” Caleb panted. 

Having him watch you like this, and with Zayne’s hands dancing across your skin, you were absolutely soaked before he even touched you properly.

He watched you shimmy out of your skirt, leaving you in only the smallest piece of underwear you owned. Zayne’s hands roamed your body, kissing and biting at your neck as he did. He looked over your shoulder to make eye contact with Caleb, shooting him a hungry grin. 

Caleb watched with rapt attention as Zayne’s hands oh so slowly spread your legs open. 

Caleb felt his mouth go dry as he now had a full view of your pussy through your panties. The thin fabric clung to the outline of you, already wet and staining the cloth dark with your arousal. “I wanna taste.” He said before he could think. “Please, just a taste.” 

Zayne’s hands traced up and down your body, cupping at your breasts, teasing your nipples, gripping at your thighs. “Patience.” 

You squirmed in his lap, arching your back into his touch. Zayne had one hand massaging your breast, while the other drifted between your thighs, teasing but never touching where you needed it most. “Zayne-” you gasped. 

“You need to be patient too.” He scolded lightly. 

Caleb sat transfixed, watching your face as you withstood the teasing. 

Zayne’s fingers finally brushed over your wet cunt, and you jumped, but Zayne pulled his hand away once more. Caleb watched in anticipation, “Touch her, come on.” 

“I said be patient.” Zayne was smirking over your shoulder, both hands now back to teasing your nipples and playing with your breasts, torturing Caleb with how perfectly they bounced and responded to Zayne’s touch.

You were already desperate and panting, “I thought he was the one who was getting the punishment.” You whined. Your poor pussy was screaming to be touched, exposed with nothing but air brushing against your clit. 

Zayne kissed at your neck, your shoulder, and your head tilted to accommodate him. “That doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with you too sweetheart.” 

You whined again, clenching your fists. Maybe if you were careful… You slowly began sneaking a hand between your legs, Caleb’s eyes followed the movement as you got close. 

You jumped, Zayne’s hand grabbed your wrist. “I said. Be. Patient.” He snapped. You whimpered but Zayne only smiled and tugged off his tie, leaning you forwards slightly so he could tie up your hands behind your back. “It seems Caleb isn’t the only one who needs a lesson today.” 

Caleb groaned as Zayne resumed his teasing, seemingly in no rush. He had barely touched your poor pussy at all, leaving you writhing and panting in his grasp. “Come on enough, just touch her already- fuck-” His gaze shifted up to Zayne’s flushed face. The doctor was kissing and nibbling all down your neck, your ear, your shoulder, whispering things Caleb couldn’t decipher. Zayne’s control was commendable; Caleb didn’t know if he would have the strength to hold back if you were this desperate in his lap. 

Zayne’s hand traced back down between your legs, placing only a finger along your clothed slit. He touched gently, too gently, moving up and down the wet fabric. “Good girl, getting so wet for us already.” He hooked a finger under the thin panties and pushed them aside, Caleb nearly cried at the sight. 

Your head leaned back in pleasure as Zayne finally began circling your clit, spreading your legs as you leaned into his touch. 

Caleb’s hips bucked, well as much as they could while he was tied up, as pretty little moans began spilling from your mouth. 

Zayne chuckled. “Look at what you do to him sweetheart.” 

Your head lolled to look down at Caleb, his cock looked painfully hard in his underwear. His eyes traced your body hungrily, he was practically salivating. Your eyes were hazy with pleasure as your gaze met his, and he whined at your blissed-out expression. 

“Do you want to kiss her?” Zayne asked, still sliding his fingers torturously slow across your slit and circling back to your little clit. Caleb nodded frantically, trying to shuffle forwards. As he came close, Zayne pressed his foot down on Caleb’s cock, firmly keeping him in place. “Tsk, I asked if you wanted to, not that you could.” 

Caleb gasped, relishing in the pressure on his cock, “Please.” he begged.

Zayne nuzzled against your shoulder as you watched Caleb hold himself back, his hips barely restrained from bucking into Zayne’s foot. “What do you think, sweetheart? Should Caleb be allowed to kiss you?” To drive his point home, Zayne kissed down your jaw, earning a moan from you as he swirled his fingers around your clit. 

A lazy grin appeared on your face as you rolled your hips into Zayne’s fingers. “I don’t know, he’s been a pretty naughty boy,” you pouted at him, “watching us like this, what a pervert.” 

Caleb groaned, “Mm sorry, please I- oh fuck-” 

You arched your back with a gasp as Zayne dipped a finger into your pussy, the digit pushing into you with no resistance. 

“He has been bad hasn’t he?” Zayne smiled, sliding the finger out. “But he has been sitting so patiently, perhaps,” Zayne brought his fingers, coated in your slick, to Caleb’s lips. “He deserves just a taste.” 

Caleb didn’t think twice before sucking down on Zayne’s fingers, tasting the remnants of you. His hips bucked slightly, seeking the delicious pressure Zayne’s shoe provided. 

Zayne grinned, his other hand still playing with your cunt, “What do you think sweetheart? Has he proven himself?” 

You watched with hooded eyes as Caleb knelt pathetically between both your legs, his eyes glazed with desire. He let out a muffled plea around Zayne’s fingers, doing his best to display his enthusiasm. He could be good, he would be good for you. 

Zayne pulled his fingers away and pushed you forwards slightly, undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. You shuffled back excitedly as Caleb whined, trying to regain some of your attention. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll get a part to play.”  Zayne lifted you up, slowly easing you down on his cock. 

“Fuck, Zayne!” Your eyes rolled back at the delicious stretch. Caleb watched as your pussy swallowed him inch by inch. You leaned back as he finally sunk into you, adjusting to the size. 

“Caleb.” Zayne said his name like an order. “Why don’t you help our sweetheart get started?” Caleb moved forwards, but again Zayne pressed his foot down. “Ah ah, no touching.” 

It took a moment before Caleb understood, and he let out a small pout. Zayne smiled, “Don’t worry, if you’re good you’ll get a reward.” 

That caught Caleb's attention. Dutifully, he stayed in place, and focused. You felt the familiar pressure of his evol over your body, raising you up slowly on Zayne’s cock, before sinking back down. 

“Wh- oooohmyGooood.” You nearly wept at the sensation as you felt yourself rise and fall weightlessly, the only thing grounding you was Zayne’s length as it pushed in and out of you. Zayne continued circling his fingers around your clit, his breaths growing heavy. “That’s it, nice and slow.” 

Caleb watched, his cock leaking as your pussy squelched around Zayne. He felt like he was in a trance, watching you bounce up and down, moans of pleasure pouring out of your lips. 

“Please- faster- I’m so fucking close I just- ngh!” you cried, unable to control your body as it moved up and down. 

Zayne’s voice was breathless, his foot pressed down slightly and Caleb ground up into the pressure shamelessly, “Ah- go on then-” 

Caleb obliged, panting as he thrust his hips in time with your movement. Maintaining control of his evol became difficult, he stuttered slightly but he was determined to be good, determined to please both of you. 

You let out a sob at the change in speed, bouncing on Zayne’s cock like a fucking rabbit. If it weren’t for Caleb’s evol holding you up you would have fallen over, legs too weak to move as the delicious pressure filled you over and over, hitting that spongy bundle of nerves deep inside you. Your half-lidded eyes fell on Caleb. You let a dopey smile cross your features as Caleb nearly drooled for your cunt. “C’mon pleassse jus’ a lil bit- ngh- jus’ a bit- more- ah fuck- fuck- fuck-!” Your eyes rolled back as Zayne increased his ministrations over your clit. 

“Good girl,” Zayne praised, his voice rough. He peered down, “Caleb’s being good too, isn’t he sweetheart?” 

You nodded dumbly, "Y-yes- so- good- fuck!" 

Zayne smirked “Yes he’s being a very good boy for us.” 

Caleb whimpered, grinding shamelessly against Zayne’s foot. “Please- can I-“ 

Zayne lifted his foot away from Caleb’s crotch, Caleb gasped and couldn’t help his hips jumping to feel the pressure, anything, his evol stuttered and you cried out as you sunk deep onto Zayne’s length. “Nghh- Tch, good boys make good girls come first.” Zayne held your hips, still thrusting into you. “Don’t you want to be good, Caleb?” 

“Please- fuck- yes-“ Caleb's eyes followed the movement of your tits, enthralled by the lewd cries coming out of your mouth. You were so fucking close it nearly hurt. Caleb inched closer on his knees, his words a garbled mess, “PleaseI’llbegoodpleasepleasefuck” 

“Then do- ngh-” Zayne struggled to keep his composure, the barest hint of sparkling snowflakes began to manifest around the room. “Your- fucking- job-” he returned his foot down, and Caleb’s evol supported you once more, lifting you up and down until the only thing you could feel was Zayne’s cock inside you and his fingers on your clit. 

 “That’s- ugnh- it- come on sweetheart-“ Zayne’s words were emphasised by each thrust, “Come on now let go, let go, you can do it.” 

 You moaned, slackjawed and Zayne grasped your hips as you came, pleasure rolling through you in waves. Your walls pulsed around Zayne’s cock, his own release following shortly after with a gasp. 

Caleb lifted you one last time, the mix of both yours and Zayne’s fluids coated Zayne's dick and dribbled out of your wet hole onto his balls. Caleb watched your face, committing your expression to memory. He slowed his evol and let you rest in Zayne’s lap, where you let your head fall back onto Zayne’s shoulder. 

Zayne pressed a kiss to your temple, hands still on your hips, then looked down at Caleb. “It looks like someone made a mess.” Caleb cast his gaze down, his underwear marked with the wetness of his cum. Zayne smirked, “Just from the bottom of my foot too.” He tsked and tapped Caleb's thigh with his foot. 

You lifted your head to see, Caleb attempted to close his legs but it was too late. He ducked his head further. “‘M sorry.” He muttered. 

Your head rolled to look up at Zayne, feeling soft and boneless “He was being good.” You murmured. 

Zayne nodded. “That he was,” He pretended to think, “and I do remember saying he would get a reward for being a good boy.” 

Caleb perked up, hopeful. 

Zayne shifted you in his lap, and spread your legs open as wide as you could. You whimpered at the sensation, and Caleb watched as a dribble of cum dripped out of your pussy. 

“Your reward,” Zayne put his hand behind Caleb’s head, pushing him near your weeping cunt. “Is you get to clean up this mess.” 

“Oh fuck yes.” Caleb happily obliged, pressing his face into your sloppy cunt. The smell and taste of your juices mixed with Zayne’s cum filled his senses as he coated his tongue. 

You twitched at the stimulation so soon after your first orgasm, but Zayne held you in place, “Ah fuck- it’s too much-!” 

Zayne watched as Caleb lapped at your pussy like a man starved, his cum and your slick coating the lower half of his face. “You were the one who said he was being good,” Zayne chided. “I think this is a perfectly acceptable reward.” 

You squirmed in Zayne’s grip as Caleb’s tongue dipped into your cunt and followed the seam to reach your puffy clit. He looked up at you, drunk on your taste, his jaw working tirelessly to feel as much of you as possible. 

You groaned, head falling back onto Zayne’s shoulder and pussy grinding into Caleb’s eager mouth. Zayne watched, his fingers running through Caleb’s hair, pulling and stroking in the same rhythm. 

Caleb’s eyes fell closed as he licked and stroked with his tongue, latching onto your clit and sucking reverently on the bundle of nerves. He followed your hips as they twitched and surged forward as your muscles began to contract into your second orgasm. 

“Good boy,” Zayne murmured, “go on, make our girl come one more time.” 

Zayne held you upright as you ground into Caleb’s mouth, broken moans leaving your lips as pleasure crashed over you. “Fffffuck it feels so good- so- fuck- so good- hah- please- Caleb-“ 

Caleb whimpered as you spoke his name, still lost in your cunt as the waves of pleasure rolled through you. He kept going, showing now signs of slowing down. You began to squirm, “hhh wait ‘s too much- hold on- Zayne- I can’t-“ 

Zayne shushed you gently, kissing along your jaw, “You were so good baby, coming twice so soon,” he pulled Caleb’s head back, still gripping his hair. 

Caleb was wrecked. His mouth and jaw shone with a mix of yours and Zayne’s cum, his hair was a mess and his eyes were dark and unfocused. 

Zayne hummed, looking down at the mess in his lap. Watching you writhe in his lap had his cock rising once again from between your legs, your juices dripping down onto it. “I think you have a bit more cleaning up to do.” He tugged Caleb closer, brushing the tip of his dick on Caleb’s lips. 

Caleb opened his mouth obediently. His mind felt pleasantly fuzzy, perfectly happy to follow orders and solely focus on pleasing the people in front of him. 

Without a second thought he began licking along Zayne’s cock, lapping the mix of your juices. Zayne let out a breathy moan, biting and kissing at your shoulder as he watched Caleb work. “That’s it, just like that.” 

You watched transfixed, as Caleb swallowed Zayne’s length, bobbing up and down his shaft between your legs, his nose brushing against your core as he did. 

Zayne let go of Caleb’s hair and rose his hands to your breasts once more, teasing and kneading as Caleb sucked and licked. You moaned and pressed into Zayne, leaning your head back to kiss at his neck, his jaw, anywhere you could reach. 

The air shimmered once again with icy crystals, the cold felt refreshing against the heated bodies moving together. Zayne’s hips began to twitch slightly as Caleb worked along his cock, and your mouth moved against his throat. “F-fuck, yes- just like- ngh- keep fucking going-” 

Caleb continued eagerly, feeling Zayne’s cock begin to twitch, his balls tightening under his chin. With a stuttered gasp Zayne erupted once more, spilling into Caleb’s mouth. Caleb kept working his mouth along the length, determined to savour every drop. Determined to be good.  

Zayne panted, and stroked a soothing hand through Caleb’s hair as he came down from the high. “Good boy, there’s a good fucking boy.” 

Caleb looked up, eyes pleading. Zayne let out a soft chuckle, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “What do you think sweetheart? Should we put him out of his misery?” 

You noticed the bulge that had returned between Caleb’s legs. Poor thing hasn’t had his cock touched properly this whole time. You looked at Zayne, asking his silent permission. 

Zayne pulled the knot undone behind you and let your hands free. You leaned forwards slightly to take Caleb’s face in your hands, holding him gently. 

Caleb gasped at your touch, desperately nuzzling into your hands. “Please- please please please-” he begged. 

You smiled at him, leaning down with Zayne’s hands supporting you to kiss Caleb. Caleb’s mouth welcomed you, kissing you back sloppily. You could taste both yourself and Zayne on his tongue. 

Caleb was moaning openly into your mouth, lost in the pleasure of your touch. You leaned down farther, pressed almost flat on Zayne’s lap, reaching a hand down to squeeze Caleb’s erection. 

“Fuck yes- finally-” Caleb cried out, hips straining against the ropes. 

You tried to free his cock from his underwear, but the ropes got in the way. You looked behind you at Zayne with a pout. 

Zayne smoothed his hands over your back, massaging your body, “You’re a big girl, you can figure it out can’t you?” 

“Pips- the knot’s in the back, just-”

Zayne’s hand shot out and gripped Caleb’s chin, “She is going to figure it out.” He scolded. 

Caleb shuddered, shifting his weight, but kept silent. 

You slid forwards, slipping off Zayne’s lap. Your legs were still shaky but you managed to slide off the couch and into Caleb’s lap instead. 

Caleb groaned, feeling your warm, wet pussy squelch on his clothed cock. He tried to kiss you again, but Zayne kept his grip firm on his chin. 

You reached behind Caleb, tracing the knots and locating the ones you wanted along his legs and hips. You began working on them carefully, enjoying the friction of his cock rubbing between your folds. 

Caleb let his head rest in Zayne’s hand, giving up to the sensation of you in his lap at long last. He looked up at Zayne, his eyes lidded. 

Zayne hummed thoughtfully, and leaned forwards, tilting Caleb’s head up. “Have you learned your lesson?” 

Caleb nodded, biting his lip as you shifted your weight in his lap. 

“Good boy,” Zayne praised, leaning in to kiss the other man. 

Caleb opened up for Zayne, the praise washing over him and making him feel pleasantly mindless.  He kissed back fervently as he tried to grind into your messy cunt. All he wanted was to be good. Anything to have your touch. Zayne’s touch. The smell of your sex filling the room at all hours of the day. 

He almost didn’t notice that his legs were free until he felt your hand dip into his underwear. He gasped against Zayne’s mouth, moaning as you freed his cock. 

He looked almost painfully hard, cock weeping and red between you. You felt Zayne move closer to the edge of the couch behind you, his knees on either side of your body. He lifted you up, helping you stand on shaky legs and spun you around to face him, before pushing you back to sit in Caleb’s lap. 

Caleb whimpered as your slippery cunt brushed against him, with his hands still bound he couldn’t position you where he wanted. 

Zayne smoothed his hand over your hair and you let your head rest against his knee, “Do you want to have him inside you sweetheart?” 

You nodded, still feeling dumb and soft. You loved how safe Zayne made you feel, how you could let your mind shut down and trust him to think for you, to tell you what to do. You wiggled your hips against Caleb’s length, earning a broken moan from the man behind you. 

Zayne smiled, “I think he likes that idea.” He helped you lift your hips up and Caleb eagerly aligned his cock with your entrance. 

You let yourself sink down slowly, relishing in the fullness you felt once more. Both you and Caleb let out moans of pleasure, your hands reaching out to grip Zayne’s legs so you could steady yourself. 

Zayne observed your blissful expressions; the two flushed faces of his childhood best friends gazed up at him, waiting obediently for permission to move. He had to admit, it was the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life.  

Your eyes flicked down, seeing Zayne’s cock stir. You looked up, locking eyes with Zayne and opening your mouth; an invitation. 

Zayne breathed out, moving forwards so you could reach his cock with your mouth. You hummed happily, sucking gently as you began to finally move your hips. 

Caleb’s head fell forwards, resting on your shoulder. He let out a choked sob as you began grinding down, using his cock to chase your own pleasure. 

Zayne had one hand resting on your head and the other on Caleb’s. He thrust shallowly into your mouth, letting you set the pace. 

You sucked and bounced your hips, losing yourself in the sensations and relishing the delicious fullness you felt. Caleb whimpered in your ear, kissing your shoulders, the back of your neck, along your throat, muttering incoherently about how good your pussy felt. 

Zayne’s thrusts began to quicken, already sensitive from before. “Touch yourself sweetheart.” He gasped. 

You let your hand fall between your legs, grinding and sliding over Caleb’s cock as you began rubbing your poor little clit. 

Caleb cried out as your walls fluttered around him, his hips jumping uncontrollably. “God yes, please, keep going- keep going- fuck! You feel so good baby- so fucking good-”

You could feel the pleasure building inside you once more, your pussy squeezing around Caleb’s cock. You moaned around Zayne’s length, letting him hold your head still as he began thrusting harder, losing himself in the feeling of your mouth.  

Caleb came undone first, his hot cum shooting into you as he released a shuddering gasp. His hips twitched as he caught his breath, cock still pulsing deep inside you as you followed him with your own pleasure. Your hips spasmed as you came, grinding uncontrollably on the cock inside you. Your eyes rolled back as the pleasure coursed through your body. Zayne followed suit, releasing his third load of the night into your throat. You could barely focus enough to try and swallow properly, his cum dribbling down your chin and over your lips. 

The three of you sat still for a moment, all catching your breath. Both Zayne and Caleb’s cocks began to soften inside you. Zayne lifted your head gently and swiped his thumb across your mouth, catching some of the cum before it dripped onto the couch. 

Caleb kissed your shoulder mindlessly, still coming back to himself. His breath hitched as Zayne helped you lift up off his lap, his soft cock falling out of you with a wet pop. 

“Come here Caleb.” Zayne helped you sit across his knee, and reached forwards. 

Caleb shuffled closer, turning so that Zayne had better access to the ropes binding his arms. Carefully, Zayne undid the knots and Caleb’s arms fell free. Caleb breathed out and stretched, then wrapped his arms around both you and Zayne, resting his head on your legs and letting his eyes fall shut. 

Eventually Caleb gathered the energy to use his evol to lift the three of you off the couch, hovering in the air together. “Shower time?”