yes ma'am
Caleb Love and Deepspace Maintenance Man AU
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summary: After hardly living in her apartment for the last six months, MC finds that it's practically falling apart at the seams. She'd been nagging her landlord to call the maintenance guy for even longer. Finally, he gives her his number so she can nag him instead. But, Caleb, the maintenance guy isn't some balding middle-aged guy. He's hot. Especially when he's fixing her stuff.
content warning: mutual masturbation, fluff, slight angst (?), mc uses vibrator, caleb listens outside the door (starting to think this is a theme in my writing), heavy teasing, and idk what else bc I'm bad at these :P (let me know if I missed anything)
author's note: I told you guys that I would repay you for the ending of the last one ;) I'm unfamiliar with writing actual smut scenes, so just bear with me until I get a feel for them lol. All I've done so far is mutual masturbation so I'm sorry if I disappoint.
I'm using this as practice to get more comfortable with writing in third person! Please feel free to comment any advice or improvements I could make. Liking and reposting is always greatly appreciated! More parts will be coming soon. Please enjoy!
Incident #5: the move
He didnât think it would work.Â
Caleb thought that sheâd find somewhere else to stay, but no. She actually accepted his offer. Let the next step of his plan commence.Â
There was no protocol for moldâCarl would never instate such a rule because it would cost him more money. In all truth, she wouldâve been fine if she closed the door and swore to not go in that room until he got all of the affected parts out. Heâd come up with the plan on their way back from the hardware store when thinking about how he could spend more time with her.Â
Here, now he had an indefinite amount of time with her huddled up in his apartment. He would get to see her in the morning when she woke up and before she laid down at night. If heâs lucky, heâll get to see her in between too. And he couldnât wait.Â
He didnât expect her to come so willingly. Whenever she mentioned that she could ask the doctor if she could stay over at his place, there was no way that he was going to let that happen. Caleb would pay for a room before he would. Luckily, he didnât have to worry about it since sheâll be in his apartment.Â
In his quarters.Â
Caleb kept a clean space. Everything was already perfectly neat as they walked into the living area. His unit was bigger than most since it was specifically intended for the long-time post of maintenance man. It was in a more secluded area on the bottom floor, away from all the other units.Â
âWelcome to my humble abode.â Although Calebâs arms were filled with her bags, he still lifted them easily, welcoming her into his space.Â
She looked around, mouth gone slack.Â
âIâve never seen a manâs space so⌠clean.â She commented, trailing her finger over the dining tableânot a spec of dust.Â
And she thought Zayneâs house was clean. Of course it was clean, but he still had things like papers sprawled out on tables, and dirty coffee mugs not yet cleaned. But everything in Calebâs apartment had a place, and thatâs where it sat. Neat and organized. Not even a single pillow out of place. It made her think of all the dirty dishes in her sink during their first meeting, and she cringed. He must think my place is a pigstye compared to this, she thought.Â
He chuckled, opening the first door down the hall on the right. âI run a tight ship,â he admitted.Â
âYou must hate coming to my place to see everything out of order then,â she commented, trailing him into the room.Â
The guest bedroom was bigger than her own master bedroom.Â
Caleb sat her bags down, then shrugged. âIt looks good to me. Everything always seems neat, save for a pillow or blanket left out. But thatâs no biggie.â
A grin crept onto her face. âSo you have noticed,â
His expression mirrored hers. âMaybe a little,â
âUgh! Youâre gonna hate me by the time youâre done with my study,â she said, secretly hoping it would be the exact opposite.
âNo, I wonât. If I have to, I donât mind picking up after you. I know Iâm pretty intense when it comes to cleaning upâI donât expect you to be the same,â he reasoned, silently helping her unpack all of her belongings.Â
She packed enough for a weekâs stay, since thatâs how long Caleb estimated the repairs would take. That was more of an overestimation, but it was purposeful. He wanted as much time as possible with her, so fixing the room will be on the last on his list of priorities. That is, unless she complains about wanting to go home. Then, he will try to understand and get it done as soon as possible. He hoped it wouldnât come to that.Â
After finishing with helping her unpack, he left the room, telling her that he would be in the shower if she were to need anything. Shower. Her brain short-curcuited at the word. That meant nakedness. He would be naked not even fifty feet away, separated only by a wall. When her brain finally rebooted, she found herself unable to sit still. Left to her own devices, she chose to take the time to give herself a tour around his apartment.Â
It wasnât weird, right? She was the one in a new environment. One she would be in for the whole week. She has a right to get to know her surroundings. Except, she wasnât doing that. If anything, she was snooping. She used the excuse to convince herself, but her true intentions were to get to know him.Â
Oneâs home reflects a lot about them.Â
He was clearly neat, precise, and maybe a little obsessive about it. That was clear from the moment she walked in the door. His windows were spotlessânot a streak on them. The couch looked like stiff, unforgiving leather. Sitting down, she found that it actually wasnât bad. One of the comfier leather couches sheâs sat on. It looked brand new, but she could see one spot where it was more worn down.
âSo heâs not a psycho who never sits on his couch, got it.â she whispered to herself.Â
His coffee table had few items on it, as expected. He seemed like the type of person to not like useless clutter. As opposed to her who loved to collect knick-knacks and store them around the house. The only things on it was a book about a war she knew nothing about and a model airplane. Wait, model airplane? A clue about him. He liked planes, or was proud of putting together this particular one at least.Â
Other than that, there wasnât really much else to the living room besides a few lousy cushions and a television. Which led her to the kitchen. There were no dishes in the sink, so she assumed that he must order out a lot. The only visible thing on the counter was a bowl of apples, a coffee maker, and a can full of coffee grounds.Â
It made her think of the first time she talked to himâhe said that he would take coffee as his payment. He must really like it if thatâs the case. The real question wasâwhat did he have in his cabinets? She felt like that was the most revealing thing about a person. Did he keep snacks? If so, which ones did he choose?Â
She opened the door to one of the cabinets, peaking inside. This one just had plain dinner plates and glass cups. So, she checked the next one, hitting the jackpot. It was full of various kinds of cereal, gummy snacks, chips, and even some candy. She giggled to herselfâCaleb had the same diet as she did in elementary school. It looked like you handed a kid forty dollars to go and pick out whatever junk food they wanted, and this is what they chose.Â
Suddenly, a warm heat enveloped her along with his honeyed voice. âHungry?â he asked, slight amusement in his tone.Â
She turned around with a smile still on her face, but upon taking him in, it dropped much like her (metaphorical) panties. There he was, hunched behind her not even a full foot away, clad only in a white towel and beads of leftover water. He was close enough that his hair, still wet, dripped onto her lip.Â
âOops,â he chuckled, bringing his hand to her jaw, tenderly brushing the water droplet off of her lips much too slow to be friendly. âMustâve not dried my hair good enough.â
MC was unable to speak, to think with him so close. The last time they were close like this, sheâd been drunk and ready to pounce on him, mostly due to the alcohol. This time, she was stone-cold sober and he still had the same effect on her. Was this a taunt? Did he want her to touch him like that again?
The answer to both of those questions was yes.
Caleb smiled smugly, knowing that he had an effect on her. It was clear in her dilated pupils and her slightly parted lips that she wanted him too, and it made him feel better knowing that it wasnât just because of the wine that day. But, she wasnât the only affected one. He was too. Her too-tight short skirt and v-neck sweater had been taunting him all day. Not to mention that he couldnât forget about how sheâd answered the door in that robe he loved.Â
Blood rushed to his groin even after heâd just got off in the shower. Shit, shit, shit, he repeated in his mind, trying to think of anything other than her. A hard-on in only this towel would be glaringly obvious. The last thing he wanted was to freak her out. So, being the disciplined man he is, he straightened and backed away, but not without great effort.Â
He inconspicuously placed his hands over his groinâone, to hide his semi-hard on, and two, to control his hands. Otherwise, he mightâve taken her right there on the counter.Â
He swallowed thickly, picking up on the last thing he said. âIf you are, I can make something for us.â
She blinked a few times, remembering herself. Trying to drum up a response, her brow furrowed. âWait, you cook?â
He nodded, cheeks flushed. âYeah, sometimes. Iâm not a bad cook, I just really never have a reason to.â he reassured.Â
But he would, for her.Â
Maybe it wasnât a pipe dream. Just an hour ago, she was fantasizing about just thisâhim fresh out of the shower, and a man willing to cook for her. Possibly, it wasnât a fantasy she was living in right now. But damn was it close.Â
âYeah, Iâm a bit drained after today. AndâŚâ she clutched her stomach, hunger pains suddenly taking over. She said, absentmindedly, âI donât think Iâve eaten today.â
Calebâs eyes widened, a look of worry descending his features. âWhy didnât you tell me sooner? I wouldâve gotten you something while we were out.â
She shrugged, uncomfortably hollow. âI just⌠forgot, I guess.â
Caleb pursed his lips, giving her a disappointed look. If she couldnât remember, then he would have to remind her. âAlright, hereâs what weâre gonna do. Youâre going to have a snack, and while youâre getting ready for bed, Iâm gonna whip us up somethinâ to eat. Sound good?â
While MC generally didnât enjoy being told what to do by a man, when Caleb did it, she found it difficult to protest. He didnât do it in a mean or demanding way, but in a firm way that ensured she would do anything he told her to. And she loved it. It made her wonder if he would be the same in bed.Â
She nodded, throat too tight to speak.Â
âGood. Which snack do you want?â he walked over to the cabinet that she stood below, halfway caging her in.Â
He started naming off the various things in the cabinet, attention steadfast on getting something into her growling stomach. But her attention wandered down his body from his chest, to his perfectly sculpted abs, and⌠oh god. Was that his cock? Better yet, was that hard or soft? If the latter, she feared for her safety. Even though she feared it, she had to fight the urge to not yank the towel down.
Caleb waited for an answer, but he found that she wasnât paying attention to him, but little him. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, brow furrowed, and cheeks aflame as she looked at it.Â
Panicking, Caleb blurted, âIâm not hard, I promise.â
A choked sound clambered out of her throat as she realized sheâd been caught. âSorryâI didnât mean to stare,â she giggled nervously, feeling awkward. âItâs justâwait, what?â
Caleb couldnât keep the smile off of his face now. He chuckled, also flushing a bright shade of red. âI think you heard me.â
They stood like that for a long moment, staring at each other. She tried to fathom how, if given the chance, she was going to take him. He was desperately trying and failing to keep himself at bay. With her eyes staring into his, he took the opportunity to hide his now hard member against the counter.Â
She cleared her throat suddenly, feeling parched. Breaking their stare, she said, âIâll have cereal.â Then pointed to the box she wanted the most.Â
Before she could get the box down, heâd already grabbed it, along with a bowl. He turned around, carefully avoiding turning toward her. Looking down, his towel stuck out, a painfully stiff member underneath. He got the milk and poured it, making sure he was hidden the entire time. Once he put the spoon in the bowl, he walked away, leaving her to eat the cereal.Â
âIâll be back in a minute, Iâve gotta change.â he said woodenly, trying his best to not turn around and ravish her.Â
She responded, but he had no clue what she said as he quickly shut his bedroom door behind him, yanking off his towel. His pulsing cock sprang free of its restraints, bobbing up and down. He gripped its base, wanting to strangle it for acting so irrationally and almost getting him caught. Stalking back into the bathroom, he turned on the vent, hoping it would drown out the sound of the shower.Â
Turning the knob all the way to the left, he hopped in and stood under the freezing water. Minutes ticked by, but his little guy didnât seem like he wanted to go down at all. He tried to think of everything he could to get him to go down. Puppiesâtheyâre so cute! He pictured one, and cuteness aggression seemed to override the overwhelming need for her.Â
But then a new picture came upâMC holding a cute little puppy, smiling, giggling, playing with it. Her smile alone was enough to get him standing right back up. He felt like a teenager all over again, but worse. He couldnât recall a time ever being like thisâpainfully hard at a simple touch, a look from a woman. No, heâd never felt this way about any woman. But he did for her.Â
MC tried on various pajama sets, but nothing was working. What outfit was suitable enough for dinner and sleeping, but screamed âbang me on the counter,â? Although, the more important question she should be asking herself was if she was ready for that yet. It was no secret that she was still getting over Zayne. Plus, she still has to share a space with this man for a whole week.Â
There were so many reasons not to, so why did she want to so badly? It wasnât just because of his looks, sheâd been out with plenty of attractive men and been able to resist temptation. So maybe she was attracted to more than just his body or his face and was scared to admit it to herself.Â
She was attracted to Zayne certainly, but he never let her in far enough to really fall for him. He was closed off in that regard. Caleb was the complete opposite. Sheâd be willing to bet her next paycheck that he would open up to her if she wanted him to.Â
She caught herself thinkingâfalling for Caleb would be as easy as breathing.Â
Quickly, she erased the thought from her mind. She couldnât be thinking such disastrous things. Having real feelings for someone was not something MC had ever experienced. Truthfully, the thing that bothered her the most about her breakup, if you could call it that, with Zayne was the rejection and the thought of what couldâve been. She felt something for Zayne, but it was more akin to great respect for him rather than love.Â
It made her think of what Caleb had said the night she stupidly told him everything about her lovelifeâthat she was lovestruck. She hadnât stopped to think of what the term implied. Lovestruck. Struck, like lightning, brief but powerful. It didnât mean that sheâd fallen for him in a short amount of time. Hell, sheâs had years of friendship to do that. No, struck just like it dawned on her that this could be a suitable partner.Â
So, pursuing it, she found that her and Zayne werenât quite a match. And that was okay. Was she hurt? Yes, she was allowed to be hurt. Did it bruise her ego quite severely? Absolutely. But did any of that mean that she wasnât good enough for him? Fuck no. It wasnât his fault for making her feel that wayâheâd never said explicitly why he didnât want to commit to her.Â
If she was honest, thatâs what bothered her the most.Â
She finally decided that she wasnât going to try to impress him with some skimpy pajama set. She was going to be herself. No pressure, no expectations. Just real, raw her. So she chose what she would really wear to bed on a regular Monday night. Old, baggy sweatpants that she stole from a college hookup, glasses she never let anyone see, and a double XL hoodie. Donât forget the frumpy grippy sock-slippers she insisted were the only thing that kept her feet warm during this time of year.Â
With her hair pulled up, she looked positively dressed to not impress any man. Fighting down the nerves of being her vulnerable self, she stepped out of her new room to âcasually,â pad into the living room. Purposefully, she didnât look at Caleb as he slaved away on their meal in the open concept kitchen. At first, he was too focused on quickly making her something to eat to notice her presence.Â
But when he heard the television suddenly flip on, his attention was drawn straight to her. He stilled. There she sat on the couchânot a stitch of makeup on, wisps of hair flying out of her updo, clothes swallowing her whole, and he was once again disproven. She really did get cuter every time he saw her.Â
It should be impossible.Â
But for her, it wasnât. He didnât know how she did itâcontinued to leave him speechless without a single word or even a look. She cuddled up on his couch under his knitted throw. It made his heart thump harder. This felt intimate. Way more intimate than the moment theyâd had earlier. It felt like they were a real couple, both tired from a long day of work, but sought rest in each otherâs presence and silence.Â
âI didnât know you wore glasses,â what was meant to be a thought slipped from his mouth involuntarily as he admired her.Â
Her head whipped toward him, startled by the sudden speech. She tossed him an unsure smile.Â
âYeah, I usually donât wear them in front of people, but my head was hurting from my contacts.â she explained, looking uncomfortable.Â
âWhy not?â he couldnât help but be curious.Â
She gave another shy smile. âI donât really like how they look on me,â she shrugged, unable to make eye contact with him. âThey make my eyes look weird.â
He saw an opportunity, so he took it. âItâs a shame you think that âcauseâŚâ Was this crossing a line? Fuck it. âI think you look really pretty with them,â Her expression was stunned, but not disgusted or uncomfortable, so he trudged on. âBut youâre always really pretty, so I shouldnât be surprised.âÂ
The woman was too stunned to speak.Â
Meanwhile, Caleb was too chickenshit to look at her after the declaration. He continued to plate their food quietly, hoping for some response.Â
âThank you,â she said after a long, drawn out silence. âI think I really needed to hear that.â
For a moment, he was quiet, smiling to himself. Then he picked up their plates, carrying them into the living room where she was stationed. He sat her plate in front of her.
Getting bolder, he said, âYou know, if you need to hear it some more I can do that. Iâm quite passionate about the topic.â
She giggled. âIs that right?â
He then looked her straight into her eyes. âYeah, it is.â he said, completely honest and serious.Â
She knew then that he wasnât being funny or trying to make her feel better. He was very serious. He thought she was pretty. Really pretty, as he stated. Unable to shake the new knowledge, she couldnât stop smiling. She smiled throughout their entire meal, chatting with him. Laughing with himâabout life, work, her choice of show, a reality show that he made sure to tease her about, but got very invested in halfway through the episode.
It felt naturalâlike they were meant to do this. No awkward silences, comfortable ones that they could sit in between lulls in conversation. No pressure, no expectation. Perhaps the most importantâno need to prove herself to him. She didnât feel like she had to. He enjoyed the real, unfiltered her.Â
They sat on the couch parallel to the television. Theyâd started out on opposite ends, but as they ate their meal and chatted, their distance seemed to shrink. Neither of them noticed being too enthralled in the drama of the episode.Â
âSo youâre telling me that Jason shouldâve justâwhat? Pulled her off to the side andââÂ
âNo, no, no!â MC exclaimed, pausing the show. She readjusted so she was facing him on the couch. âThere is a certain way to do these things, Caleb.â
âPlease enlighten me,â he said, completely enamored with her enthusiasm.Â
Just then, he noticed how close they were. Her knee was overlapping his thigh as she sat criss-crossed to his right. She clearly didnât notice as she prepared to give her monologue about how to properly make a move on a person. The couple on the show were made to go out on a date, but MC believed that neither one of them were giving the correct social cues to let the other know they were interested.Â
Both of them wanted each other as they stated in their confessionals, but neither were making the proper moves to do so. Caleb believed, of course, that the man was showing all the proper cues, but he didnât go further because the woman seemed like she didnât want to.Â
âOkay, so they were sitting thereâmind you, plenty of space on that sofa,â That made Caleb chuckle despite himself. âShe turned toward himâthe right social cue, but he just sat there with his hands in his lap like a nervous little virgin.â
She clearly couldnât see the irony between the show and her current situation.Â
Caleb retaliated, making a calculated move to near her face. âBut youâre forgetting that before that she said she wasnât interested in a hookup, so that probably made him think she doesnât want him in that way.â
âNo, see, this is why men donât get laid. They donât listen,â The comment made Caleb throw his head back, chuckling. âShe meant that she doesnât sleep around, not that she was opposed to the idea of getting it on with him!â
âThen what should he have done? To let her know he was interested without making it seem like he just wanted a hookup.â Caleb asked, genuinely curious as to how her mind works.Â
âSomething simple, but forward. Something clear.â
âLikeâŚ?âÂ
She pondered on that for a moment, looking at the awkward couple on the screen. âLike⌠caressing her cheek or pulling her chin up to meet his eyes.â
âAnd if you were her, what would you do in response to that?â Caleb asked, no hint of amusement in his tone. His usually light tone turned into something heavier.
âProbably⌠g-get on top of him.â she stuttered out honestly, laughing.Â
Suddenly, a warm hand trailed along the side of her face, cupping it gently. Testing the waters. When she didnât shrink away in fear, he took it a step further. Warm, rough finger pads gripped her chin softly, steadily urging her to face him. She did willingly, breath catching in her throat. For a long moment, neither of them moved. Both too afraid.Â
âAm I giving the right social cues? Because you donât seem to be moving,â Caleb came off as confident, but he couldnât mask the insecurity in his choice of words.Â
Her eyes flickered between his and his lips. Up, down, then up again. On one wobbly knee, she threw her other leg across his lap, straddling him.Â
Breathless, he smiled. âNow what should he do? To show that heâs interested.â
It was clear that they were no longer talking about the couple on the show.Â
Her heart hammered heavily against her chest so loud that he could probably hear it. âTouch her.â
His hands settled on her waist, pulling her down so that she was flush against him. She could feel all of him rub against her. She could tell that he was big even through the multiple layers of fabric holding him back. Her cunt salivated in response. Shameless, she rolled her hips against it, eliciting a barely contained moan.Â
He couldnât help but groan, throwing his head back. With his hands, he guided her hips to do it again. She moaned, louder this time and involuntarily, his hips bucked up, causing a high gasp to fall out of her mouth. She continued rolling her hips, basking in the feel of his hard cock and the sounds he was trying and failing to contain.Â
Gasping for air, he asked, âWhat should be his next signal?âÂ
Mind in a daze, it took her a second to respond. On a breathy moan, she said, âFuck her on the couch.â She changed the motion of her hips to go up and down, making her want clear.Â
His laugh was breathy and fanned against her collarbone where he hovered. âGreedy girl, you donât get my cock so soon.â He licked a solitary stripe across her collarbone before she could protest.Â
While she was distracted, he stilled her hips, not allowing them to move. She whined, trying to roll them again, but she was trapped in his grip.Â
âNot fair,â she whined.Â
âMaybe not, but I have to consider my feelings in this as well,â he said, looking like it pained him to stop. Her eyes finally opened, still blissed out. âYou know how I told you that Iâm not the kind of person to have hookups?â
She nodded shallowly.Â
âItâs because I canât handle them. Thereâs somethinâ about connecting in that way with someone that⌠Well, I canât just have it once. Iâm not fuck-buddy material either. My feelings are strongly attached to my actions. Once Iâm with someone in that way, I canât just let it go. I have to let it play out,â he confessed. What he meant wasâI canât have you just once. âIâm telling you this because I want you to know what youâre getting into with me. I feel like Iâve made my feelings clear, but⌠I canât tell what yours are.â
She chewed on the inside of her cheek at the confession, not knowing what to say back.Â
âAnd you clearly donât know either,â he smiled, already knowing some of her tics.Â
She tried to cover it up. âNo, itâs not thatââ
He cut her off before she could fib. âItâs okay. Iâm not going to stop likinâ you because you havenât had the proper time to figure them out. Iâm just putting myself out there, making my feelings clear. That way youâre not confused as to why I do certain things.â
She swallowed thickly. Sheâd never had a man be so straightforward before. It only made her want him more. But, she knew it wouldnât be fair to her or him to do anything before she was readyâbefore she knew whether she wanted him in a relationship. Sheâd never been offered it so plainly before, or rather, never at all.Â
Here, sat just below her was the hottest, kindest guy sheâd ever met, offering himself to her. It felt wrong to deny him like this. But, technically, she didnât have to. He was willing to wait for her to know her true feelings. Already, that was more than any other guy had ever given her.Â
âPlease say something,â he pleaded, trying his best to not sound as desperate as he was feeling.Â
Despite being annoyed over how worked up she was, she smiled down at him. âThank you,â Then, she planted a kiss on his brow.
The place where she kissed him blazed with heat. He smiled back at her, satisfied in knowing that he didnât scare her away with his confession. All of a sudden, she got off of his lap and shuffled toward the hallway.Â
âHey, where are you going?â he asked, following her movements.Â
Stopping, she tossed him a sly smile. âTo take care of the mess you created.âÂ
At first his brows furrowed, not knowing what she was talking about. Upon feeling the cool wet spot on his lap, his eyes dragged down to see the puddle sheâd left in her wake. She soaked him. His eyes climbed back to her as she smiled evilly at him. There, he could see the damp outline on her pants, larger than his.Â
Seeing what exactly heâd done to her made him really regret not taking care of it for her.Â
Her smile widened. âHave fun by yourself, I know I will!â she said, dashing into the hall, into her room.Â
He hopped up off of the couch, but sheâd already shut and locked the door before he could reach it. He knocked three times, more urgent than normal.Â
âMaâam?â he asked, desperation now fully evident in his voice. âPlease, I can take care of it for you,â Â
It was like music to her ears.Â
On the other side of the door, MC giggled to herself. She made sure every one of her movements could be heard. From the rustling of her clothes being taken off to the motions of getting her vibrator out of her bag.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â he asked from outside the door.Â
âTaking care of business.â she answered simply, a smile evident in her voice.Â
âMaâam, please, I-Iâm sure I can satisfy your needs much better,â Caleb begged. âPlease open the door.â
She was silent for a few minutes, laying back on the bed. She hoped heâd be so needy that he knocked the door down. Instead, she was disappointed when she heard his footsteps walk away, and shut the door to his room. Little did she know that was part of his planâhe still stood right outside her door, listening carefully.Â
The vibrator lay next to her, taunting her. Knowing that she wouldnât need any lube, she clicked it on, and started circling her clit with the tip. Calebâs eyes widened as he heard the unmistakable sound, cock throbbing in his sweats. Would it be wrong to⌠take it out? If she was playing with herself, he could too right?
Slowly, she pushed the vibrator in, imagining it was him. She knew heâd be bigger than thisâsheâd felt it right against her core. Replaying the scene in her mind, a wave of pleasure crashed over her, gushing out of her. Pumping the device in and out, obscene squelches could be heard throughout the apartment from how wet Caleb had made her.Â
Outside the door, Calebâs dick twitched in his palm, precum already spilling from his tip. Quiet, breathy moans floated out from underneath her door, making his palm pump faster up and down his slick shaft. He struggled to stay quiet himself as her moans progressively got louder, and the squelches got quicker. He cursed himself for not just giving inâwhat he would give to have her sounding like that underneath him right now.Â
However, she couldnât hear anything but the vibration in her core. She imagined him brutally pounding into her for not opening the door when he begged her to. Writhing, her tits bounced up and down as she moved on the toy, her bed creaking with her movements. Not able to hear it, she couldnât care less as she chased her high on the pink vibrator.Â
âI know youâre bigger than this stupid fucking toy,â she whispered, imagining it was him she was talking to.Â
And, she actually was talking to him.Â
His head fell back, imagining what heâd see if only he opened the door. What she would look like as he took the toy out and replaced it with himself. Would she scream for him? The answer was looking like a yes.
âI want your cock so bad,â she whined pathetically.Â
Calebâs cock twitched at the words. âYou can have it, all of it,â he whispered back, but she couldnât hear him, too lost in her pleasure.Â
Her whimpers turned into cries, causing him to fuck his fist faster and harder.Â
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum! C-Caleb!â she whisper-screamed.Â
âMaâam, Iâm g-gonna,â he said, unable to finish before he painted the inside of his boxers in white.Â
He leaned up against the door frame, trying to catch his breath. She laid bare on the bed, sweating, trying to see straight. Both were utterly lost in each other.Â




















