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“So how’s it looking, are the rumors really true?” Caleb asked you over the phone, his voice certainly excited to hear the news.
“It’s true, yes. My campus is shutting down so we’ll be transferred to stay at yours. We have the summer holidays to move” you sigh into the speaker, massaging your temples. You were so comfortable in your dorm and had decorated it so cutely. The thought of having to move all of your stuff is already giving you a headache.
“That's wonderful!” Caleb's ecstatic voice rings from your phone, his voice so loud you have to move the speaker away from your ear a bit.
“Why? I have to move all of my stuff and I am stuck with you again.” you sigh.
“That's exactly why it's wonderful.” you can hear his shit-eating grin through the phone. “Don’t worry, since I’m such an amazing friend, I will even help you move.”
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“How can it be so hot?” you complain, heaving another box of trinkets to your dorm room. “I know it’s summer but I feel like I'm stuck in the pits of hell.”
Reaching your door frame you set the moving box down onto the floor and throw your head back into your neck, taking a deep breath. The air feels humid, sticky and hot. so hot. The breath of hot air not making you feel any better as you feel another droplet of sweat moving down your forehead.
“Come on. It’s not as bad as you make it out to be.” The brown haired boy says carrying two boxes at once, squeezing himself through the door frame and your figure.
“Well YOU don't have to wear a shirt in this heat.” you huff in response, the tanktop you’re wearing sticking to your body due to the sweat that’d built up while moving your stuff around from Caleb's car to your dorm room. “Which I’m extremely jealous of at the moment.” you admit.
Usually you’d enjoy the sight of your childhood best friend shirtless, his sweaty muscles glistening in the sun, but with all the physical and mental work moving your dorm has caused you it’s only a slight solace.
“Come on.” he shoots you a mad, irritated glance as he puts the boxes down onto the floor. “I came straight from practice to help you out. I even cancelled a frat meeting for this.” he says, pointing at all of your moving boxes standing around in the room.
“I know, I know.” you whine. “But I didn't specifically ask for your help, Caleb.”
Silence.
“I can go, you know. I don’t need to spend my free time helping you out if you don’t even try to appreciate my efforts.”
“Okay.” you reply, your voice stern, you’re overstimulated and frustrated by the situation and the heat. You take your water bottle off your shoe rack, bringing the bottle up to your lips to take a sip.
“Okay then.” Caleb responds as he heads towards you. Storming out of the door, hitting your shoulder as he walks by, the water spilling all over you before it made it’s way into your dry, thirsty mouth.Your body jerking back at the collision, your back hitting the door frame as you watch Caleb walk down the hallway, away from you.
“Well, that went great.” you whisper to yourself, looking down at your now sweat and water drenched clothes. Tears start to form in your eyes. Caleb's temper was always something you had to learn how to live with, and yet even after all of these years together you never managed to tame it. It was a miracle that you spent the entire morning and afternoon together without you triggering his temper before, you knew it had to happen somewhen today, the comment of you not needing his help was definitely too much, and you knew. Deep down you think you probably said it because you needed some time alone? Whatever it was, with Caleb now gone all you could do was sink to the floor in exhaustion. Waiting for him to come back so you could talk things out, like you always did. Like he always did… come back.
You stand up and make your way to your bed with tear filled eyes, aiming for the top bunk. Whenever you and Caleb had to share a bed back in the days you’d be stuck with the top bunk. Nowadays being in the top bunk gives you some sort of comfort, like it’s taking you back to simpler times, that's why you like having a bunk bed, even though you normally prefer to sleep on the bottom bunk. Before you squeeze between the two bunk beds and start making your way up the ladder you change into an oversized shirt, the summer heat still unbearably hot. Your eyes pooling tears as you curl up into a corner of the bunk bed, your knees finding your face as you let out quiet, soft sobs.
You stay in that position and continue to quietly sob for what feels like hours, the thoughts of everything that's currently going wrong in your life adding up as you think about it more and more.
You hear a faint knock on the door, your gaze shifting towards it as you hear the door squeak and see Caleb enter.
“Hey Pipsqueak?” His voice is soft. He’s got a bottle of water in his hand as he scans the room, looking for you. As he finally spots you he starts making his way towards you, throwing the bottle onto your bed.
“Hey, there you are!” he smiles. His eyes fixed on you, as he jumps up between the two bunk beds and gips the ends of the bed, pulling himself up to face you.
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad of a fight for you to cry like this for hours.” he teases, holding himself up with his muscular arms, the muscles spasming at the tension.
“Shut up.” you reply.
“Oh wow, really hit a nerve there, huh?” He shoots you a smile, tightening his grip on the beds frames as he realizes that this will be a longer conversation.
You crawl towards the water bottle, dehydrated from all the sobbing and sweating.
“Not even a thank you?” he teases, scanning your every move.
You don't reply as you crack open the lid and hastily take sips from the water bottle. Cold water running down from the cracks of your mouth, hitting your collarbones, rolling down to the hem of your shirt.
“Hey, that's my old shirt.” Caleb's head turns to the side, as he jerks up his chin, pointing to the white oversized shirt you put on before you crawled into bed.
“So?” You reply, thankful that he brought you water, but you’re so dehydrated you could really go for another bottle.
“So, I didn't know I meant that much to you that’d you’d keep one of my old shirts to sleep in them. If I would have known I’d have left you more.” he replies.
Finally turning your face to look at him you now notice why he’s as relaxed as he is, even after your bickering. You make out faint traces of dark red lipstick trails from around his mouth all the way to his neck.
Great. While you were crying in your dorm room waiting for Caleb to return he went out and had a heavy makeout session with someone else. And now he has the audacity to talk to you about his old shirt. His old shirt. Out of all the things he could talk to you about. You feel your heart get heavy as your empty eyes are now glued to the lipstick on his face. Goddamn frat boy. You knew Caleb was popular in College but you didn't think that was the reason why.
“Everything alright?” he asks, his brows furrowing. He swings his body onto your bunk bed ladder, climbing his way up.
“Don’t bother, I’m okay. Thanks for the water.” you say, your voice cold as ice.
“Listen-”
“I said don't bother.” your legs finding their place against your chest again. “I’m fine. You can leave. I don't mean to disrupt your routine just because I have to move here now.” you say, feeling like you’re swallowing shards of glass as you fight with your tears once again.
Caleb doesn't listen as he makes his way up the ladder and sits down onto the end of the bed, retracting his head in order to not hit it against the ceiling. His abdomen still shows off his muscles, even in the uncomfortable position he finds himself in.
You two sit in silence as he grabs his back pocket, pulling out another water bottle and handing it to you. Hesitantly you crawl forward and start reaching for it. Before you could grab it, Caleb jerks his hand back. Stretching out his other hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, he pulls your hand closer to himself.
The movements happen so fast that you couldn't react. Next thing you know is you find your face resting on his thighs, your fingers still intertwined as your body is now stretched out over the entire bed.
You feel your ears burning as you realize the situation you’re in. You don't know whether it's better to move or just stay as you are, wanting to die in embarrassment as you feel your body get even hotter than it already was.
“You okay down there?” Caleb's voice teasing as you feel his hand move to the back of your head, stroking your hair behind your ear. His other hand finds your waist, in an attempt to pull you up.
You squirm around as you sit up from your mortifyingly awkward position. Your legs folding as you position your butt onto your heels.
“Mhm.” Your voice cracks as you face the brunette, looking into his beautiful purple eyes.
“Really now?” he asks, brushing your hair behind your ear once again, his hand resting on your jawline as he scans your face before he continues talking. “You feel quite hot, and your ears are burning, Pipsqueak.”
You take a big gulp as you grab his hand and push it away from your jaw. “I’m okay, just hot.” you try to lie your way out of this. There was no way you were going to admit that a) you were jealous of whoever he went to kiss while you were waiting for him or b) the unholy thoughts that formed in your head the moment your face was pressed against his muscular thighs just a few seconds ago.
Caleb smiles as he hands you the water bottle once again. Speaking seductively “Drink up then.” he says as his eyes trail to your lips.
Your hand slightly trembles as you reach out, taking the bottle out of his hand, unscrewing the lid and bringing it up to your lips. The corner of Caleb's mouth forming a smirk as he pinches your side before you could take a sip, the water spilling all over your shirt.
“Caleb what the fuck. This isn't funny.” You say your voice is filled with annoyance before you realize what just happened.
“It is quite entertaining to me.” His eyebrows raised as his gaze shifted downwards. The white tshirts now translucent as it’s clinging onto your body, allowing him to see every curve, every detail of your body.
You can feel the heat in your ears build up again.
“I didn’t know you started working out.” Caleb said, leaning forward towards you.
“I- how can you tell?” your voice is quiet as you bring your hand up to cover your wet, hard nipples poking through the shirt.
“Do you really think I didn't know every inch of your body before?” His lips brush against your ear as he brings his hand to your hip. “I know every inch, every curve of your body, every stretch mark and every freckle. I studied your body for hours each time we went to the beach or were at the pool, god i loved sunbathing with you. I made sure to burn the image of you into my brain, so I would have something to look forward to. Something to think about during my lonely nights.” he growls into your ear, his voice low, filled with desire.
You can feel your panties get wet at his words. The thought of him touching himself to the thought of you was something you never even considered. You didn't even know Caleb saw you as anything other than a friend up until this very moment.
Your breath hitches as you feel Caleb's hands at the hem of your shirt. “You said you were jealous that I didn't have to wear one earlier. Why don’t you take off your shirt as well?”
You absentmindedly shake your head, eyes unwillingly glued to his abs, your thoughts still occupied by what he said earlier.
“No?” he removes his hands from your shirt. “Fine by me.” He moves his hands and grips your hips, moving your body away from the ladder. “I have more than enough options waiting for me.” Caleb snarls as he makes his way towards the ladder. Stepping off the bed.
“Wait.” You say as he reaches the floor, your voice filled with panic and confusion.
“Hm?” He turns around to face you from beneath.
“Did you really mean what you said?” you ask, removing your hand from your breasts, gripping the metal barrier of the bed.
“What exactly?” Caleb's gaze falls to your perky breasts again, as he hungrily licks his lips.
“The part of… remembering my body?” Voice barely above a whisper as your gaze falls to the floor in embarrassment.
"Absolutely." He replies before he turns around again, heading towards the door once again.
“Caleb, wait.” You say, hurrying to climb down the ladder. The man halts in his movements but doesn’t turn to face you.
Your thoughts are rushing through your mind at 200 miles per minute but you can’t let him leave. Not again. You run towards his standing figure, grabbing his hand making him partly turn around.
“Why did you never tell me?”
“Why should I have told you?” He replies with a question. The air kept getting thicker.
“I... didn't mean to shake my head earlier.” As the words leave your mouth his eyebrow moves upwards and his mouth turns into a smirk.
“Oh?” He asks, his voice full of cockiness.
“It’s just I-” You struggle to find the right words to express your racing thoughts.
“Don’t worry, take your time. I know women have trouble finding the right words around me.” Caleb states as he turns to fully face you. “I just never thought I’d leave you speechless.” he moves closer to you. “At least not without having touched you first.”
You feel your heart beat faster in your chest as you smell his scent. Your fingers mindlessly trailing up his abs as your head tilts upwards, your eyes meeting his.
His eyes are full of hunger. You lick your lips.
“I do want to take my shirt off.” you seductively breathe.
“Then do so.” Caleb's voice is stern. certain. You’ve never had him order you around before, so hearing him command you to do something made you feel weak in your knees all of the sudden. You nod slowly before your hands leave his abdomen, making their way towards the hems of your drenched, translucent shirt.
“Slowly,” he commands. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”
You start to slowly take off your shirt, not once breaking eye contact with the handsome man in front of you.
“God, you’re beautiful.” his eyes dance up and down your body as you slowly continue to undress yourself.
“You don’t know how many girls undressed themselves in front of me, and yet every time they did, I secretly wished they were you instead.” he shifts his stance as his hand comes up to his pants, pulling at the crotch part. “And none of them made me this hard just because of their looks either.”
You can feel the brightness flush your cheeks at his compliment. Although it should bother you that he is talking about other women right now and although it should bother you that he still has traces of someone else's lipstick around the corners of his mouth, it doesn't. In fact it makes you aroused to think about how their bodies probably couldn’t get him off even half as much as the sole thought of you could.
“When I heard that you needed to transfer here, a dream of mine came true. But now that
we’re in your dorm room and you are undressing yourself for me, a fantasy of mine is coming true.” he speaks, his voice full of hunger.
Your mouth starts to get dry as your thoughts betray you, scanning Caleb's body for any sign of reaction to the naked sight of you. All you manage to make out in the corner of your eye is how his pants start getting tighter before you meet his gaze again.
“Cat’s got your tongue?” he asks as he steps closer to you, never taking his eyes off of yours. His naked chest connects with yours. Your hard nipples colliding with his chest causing you to let out an aroused whine, at which Caleb only manages to smirk even more.
You bring your hands up to rest on his shoulders. He glances at them before grabbing your hips and softly speaking into the shell of your ear. “Oh these won’t be the only thing resting on my shoulders tonight.”
You can feel a shudder run down your spine at his suggestive words, your breath getting caught in your throat.
You can feel Caleb's hot breath against your cheek as his hands slowly make their way up your back, feeling every inch of skin you let him feel. Your hands travel to his neck.
“Kiss me.” you plead, the look in your eyes must’ve been pathetic. Mind in a daze. Caleb chuckles before moving his right arm up from your back to grab your chin.
“If you insist.” Moving achingly slowly he moves his head down to meet yours. His head tilting as he softly places his lips onto yours, still tasting the salt from the tears from earlier on your lips. His lips unexpectedly taste like cherries. Must’ve been lipstick remains from his earlier encounter with another woman. Growing angry at the fact that your lips aren’t the first to meet his today, you give in to the kiss as it grows more passionately - he could feel your anger the way your tongue plunged itself into his mouth, your action taking him by surprise. His body slightly jerks away from yours, lips still connected as his eyes open in surprise. After the initial shock he moves into the kiss, grabbing your left breast with one of his hands, causing you to yelp, his tongue now penetrating your mouth.
You love the way his rough fingers roll your hard nipple between them making it evident that he’s done this a million times before. The way his hips grind against yours however, indicates that he’s never been this desperate for someone else before. His tongue feels every bump of the inside of your mouth as you begin to squirm against him, rubbing your thighs together at the sensation of him in and against you.
The heat from the room now spreads to your womanhood as you break the kiss, throwing your head back, craving air inside of your lungs. Caleb's hands roaming all over your body as he lets you regain your breath for a second. The breath you took getting knocked out of you immediately as he picks up your legs to hold you up, your crotch meeting his hard manhood through his pants, causing you to let out a small, satisfied moan. He’s holding you up, pathetically bucking his clothed hips into yours as he begins kissing and sucking on your neck. All you can manage to do is throw back your head in pleasure and let him work his magic, every part of you craving more and more of him while being on fire from his touch alone.
You knew you were in for a long night.
Caleb's voice is rough as he speaks between kisses.
“You.” kiss.
“dont.” another kiss.
“know.” his eyes meet yours before he gets to work on your neck again.
“how.” another kiss, his hips still slightly rutting against yours as he holds you up, his thumbs drawing mindless circles against your ass.
“long.” another kiss, now moving down towards your chest.
“I've been waiting to make you mine.” his voice grows deeper with every word he says. His voice a growl as he empathizes the word ‘mine.’ The tip of his tongue finds your hard nipple, flicking it. His move causes you to buck your hips against his even harder, whining out his name with neediness in your voice.
His. You were all his, you’ve always been and always will be. Caleb's mind snaps as he feels a primal urge inside of him grow. He needs to make sure everyone knows you were his, his alone. Looking at your bruised neck and cleavage, satisfied with the work he had done so far an idea sparks in his head.
“I can’t hold back when it’s about you, forgive me.” he speaks before his lips find your neck yet another time. This time however his intention wasn’t to pleasure you, it was to purely show off who you belong to. Pain causes you to wince as his sharp teeth sink into your neck. Your head tries to jerk away from the sensation but the brunette makes sure to keep his mouth on you, biting down harder, the pain becoming so much that it numbs your neck. You feel something tickle down your neck, not quite sure if it was sweat or blood as he licks the sport he just tortured. His bite mark stands proud under your jaw.
“Even your blood tastes heavenly, I can’t wait to taste you even more.” he teases as he licks his lips, a drop of your blood trailing down the corner of his mouth as his eyes lock with yours once again. It was such a lewd picture to see your childhood friend lick your blood off his mouth, the moment itself almost making you shatter. You fear that if you keep looking at his aroused expression you might actually lose control over yourself so you decide to shift your focus to something else.
You feel his muscles tense after your gaze shifts downwards, looking at where your hips connect.
“Hungry for more?” he teases. You eagerly nod your head, small nods answering his question before you furrow your brows in need, biting your lower lip in anticipation of what might happen next.
“That makes two of us then.” he replies, shifting you around in his hands. Your body moving upwards and away from his hips as your legs fall from his back, not interlocking yourself against him anymore. He steps closer to the bed, carefully setting you down on the edge of it. His forehead pressed against yours as his body unwillingly removes itself from you.
Caleb kneels down onto the floor, his hands resting on your knees as he looks up at you, waiting for your approval to continue. You nod. He shakes his head slightly.
“Use your words.” he breathes. “I want to hear you say it.”
You can feel your vagina clench at his command. The task was so simple and yet so hard. So hard, just like he was right now. He notices your thoughts trailing off by the way your eyelids close as you relax against the mattress.
“Say it.” he snaps you out of it.
“Please.” your voice barely audible as you beg for him. “Please eat me out, Caleb.”
He smiles, your answer satisfying him, as his grip on your knees tightens and snaps open your legs, laying them atop of his shoulders. You feel his touch on your thighs as fingers making their way to your clothed vagina. His right hand touches upon your clit, immediately locating it. You buck up into his hand at the sensation, causing him to let out a satisfied half-suppressed laugh. He located your weak spot without even having seen it, he really knows you inside out… or at least he’s about to. His left hand moves towards his own temple of pleasure. You can hear the zipper of his pants open as the thumb of his right hand still rubs your clit in a slow rhythm. As his face inches closer to your vagina, he looks up at you, his eyes only finding your bruised neck as your head hangs back in pleasure. You’re using your left hand to prop yourself up as your right hand reaches out for his hair, grabbing it. If he could he would savor this moment forever, instead he tries his best to add it to his repertoire of memories for lonely nights. His lips can't help but curl up, as he watches you fight your pleasure. You don’t want to give in to the sensation and cum, it’d be pathetic to cum just because you feel one of his fingers rub your bundle of nerves, but his skills make it extremely hard for you to withstand it.
Caleb moves his head towards your heat as he carefully uses his teeth to pull your panties to the side. He takes in your smell as his hand finds his erect, aching member. He removes his thumb from your clit, pulling your panties to the side completely as he replaces his thumb with his nose, getting to work on eating you out.
“H-aah, right there.” you moan as you buck your hips into his face, pulling on his hair. Caleb's nose is perfectly grinding upon your clit as his tongue dips in and out of you. You feel him vibrate against you as he moans into you, pleasuring you even more.
The air is simultaneously filled with his muffled moans, your pussy’s wet noises as well as all the pretty little noises your mouth fabricates while he’s eating you out. If you shift your focus enough you can even hear the sound of him stroking himself as he’s eating you out. Not even daring to take a look, the noises alone enough to make you tip over the edge as you keep grinding against his face. You’re lucky Caleb’s hand hasn’t found its way towards your core yet, otherwise you might actually not be able to hold on anymore.
“You taste so good. So wet for me, aren't you?” he slurs against you, his right hand now moving into action again. You nod at his words, not trusting your own voice. His hand is now dragging itself up towards you, as he sticks his middle finger inside without a warning.
“Fuck.” you hiss and moan out, your walls quickly adjusting to the new sensation of his face, his tongue and his finger all working on one goal; getting you closer towards your high. As his finger enters you, you make the mistake of whipping your head upwards and facing the occurrence of what your friend was doing to you. The sight you see makes you almost cumbust. Your legs were propped up over his shoulders, his face hastily moving to pleasure you, his fluttering eyes fixated on you in order to make sure you like what he's doing. One of his hands pumping in and out of you while the other one is wrapped around his massive, twitching erection. He mindlessly grinds his hips into his hand, chasing after his high as well.
You feel your stomach tighten as you open your mouth, initially to warn him about your incoming orgasm, but just as you do, Caleb sees the opportunity to ruin you. He pulls out his middle finger and folds it over his ring and index finger, now ramming three fingers into your wet, aching pussy. Instead of words he’s met with an onslaught of curses and moans from you, your moans functioning like praise for him. The intensity of it all makes his member leak precum as he continues to pump his dick. He arches the fingers inside of you upwards, immediately locating your second sweet spot, the one inside of you. He does know how to push your buttons - every single one of them. He can feel your legs starting to shake around his head as well as your pussy clenching his fingers. Hard. You’re involuntarily sucking his fingers even further into you.
“Hold on. Just a bit longer.” his whines come from between your thighs as he speeds up the rhythm of his hips. “Wanna cum together.” he says, voice pathetically lust-drunken. The feeling of his face between your thighs growing more and more intense as he starts moaning into you. The vibrations cause you to tighten and shake even more, which causes him to moan more. It was counterproductive really.
“Caleb, I can't.” you whine as he assaults the sweet spot inside of you, grinding his nose against your clit. You pull his hair, pushing his face even further into your vagina as you start to feel yourself come undone.
Heat builds up in your core as you, once more, tighten and squirm around his hands. Spreading your wetness across his entire face and fingers as you feel him pant against your core. Moans echo through the air as you pull his hair while he pushes his fingers inside of you as deeply as possible. His pants sending shockwaves through your body as you realize he came undone at the same time as you did. The sounds in the air quiet down for a moment, only Calebs and your breaths from coming down from your orgasms can be heard.
“God, I feel so full.” you admit, his fingers are still inside of you, stretching you out in a good way.
“Just you wait.” he growls cockily. Caleb quickly pulls his fingers outside of you and possessively grabs your hips, dragging you to the edge of the bed once again as he flips you over with ease.
“What are you doing?” you ask as your ass gets lifted into the air, your chest colliding with the mattress.
“I’m doing what I should’ve done ages ago.” Caleb responds, his voice low as he uses his hands to press your waist further down, causing your ass to arch up even more.
He hungrily stares at your ass before giving it a slight smack. His action causes you to yelp into the mattress.
“Oh I'll give you something to scream about.” he says, quickly pulling his pants all the way down before you feel the tip of his cock rubbing itself against your entrance. His member quickly gathers some of your juices before you feel it slowly pushing inside.
“N-no Caleb-” you try to stop him from pushing inside, still feeling overwhelmed from your first orgasm.
“I know you can do it.” He says, pushing further inside causing you to moan into the mattress.
“Attagirl.” The praise purrs from his lips as you can feel the tip of his dick spreading you open. His girth is thicker than the three fingers he had you take before.
“Ngh~” you sigh, leg’s trembling as he halts his movements, his right arm finds your chest, pulling you up to face him. His hand squeezes your face as he makes you look back at him, a trail of your saliva running down his hand. He smiles while he looks at your lustful, fucked-through eyes.
“Can you take it?” he asks, his voice greedy but he was still ready to stop at any moment if you couldn't.
“I… think so. But Caleb, you’re so big.” you whine, mind completely hazed, as all you can smell is a mixture of Caleb's scent and the smell of sex in the air.
“If you want to feel me inside, then we can make that happen, pretty girl.” he smirks before letting go of your face, with his strength no longer holding you up which results in your upper body falling into the mattress once again, the bed squeaking at the impact.
He lets out a satisfied groan at the sight of your back, tucking your hair to the side. Running his fingers down your spine, the tip of his penis slightly throbbing inside of you.
His left hand finds your hair as he pulls on it causing your back to arch up into him, his right hand grabbing around your thigh to fondle with your clit once again. The rhythm he sets with his hand helps you relax your pelvic floor, getting you wetter and wetter with every circle he draws. He keeps pushing himself into you with small movements. You don't know when exactly it happened but at some point Calebs hips meet yours. You feel him deep inside you. You feel full.
So full.
“Who would have thought that you could actually take all of me? You’re doing so well, attagirl.” he praises. His praise sends waves of pleasure to your core. You squeeze around him as you huff out satisfied.
“Fuck.” his breath hitches at your body’s reaction. “Is that really all it takes to get you off? My voice and a bit of praise?” he asks. “Pathetic.”
You whine at his words, knowing he was right, it was pathetic. You were pathetic. The way you just lay there waiting for him to move, waiting for him to please you, it was all pathetic but you didn't care at the moment. You wiggle your hips upwards to grind against his.
Irritated at your action, Caleb smacks your ass once more. You wince at the pain as it melts into pleasure.
“Fuck me, please.” you quietly beg him.
Caleb obeys. The moment the words leave your mouth he starts thrusting his hips, his penis pistoling outside of you only to bury itself even deeper inside of your wet walls, as he pulls out, you whine at the empty feeling. He pushes back into you again, setting a brutal, yet pleasurable pace, his member stretching you out over and over again.
“I’ll fuck your insides into the shape of my cock, so you wont ever get pleasure from anyone else fucking you ever again.” He says, his hips picking up the pace as all you could do was lay there and take it as you whine at the sensation of him inside of you. Every vain, every curve of his dick making you lose your mind even more. His hand leaves your clit as he picks your upper body up again. He starts licking your neck.
Caleb starts sucking your neck as he holds you up, his hips still thrusting into yours. His strokes are deep and rough. As his mouth finds your neck for the second time this evening your eyes roll back into your head. He kisses the hickeys on your neck and moves his attention down to your shoulder, his actions driven by primal instinct once again.
“Mine.” he says before biting your shoulder. Your body reacts faster than your mind, inching away from his bite, causing him to become more rough.
“What? Don’t act like you don’t like it when I claim your body as mine. The way you squeeze down on me when I bite and suck on your neck tells me otherwise.” He growls into your ear. You whine at the sensation, craving more. His hips constantly meeting yours again and again before he licks up your neck, his teeth gazing at your earlobe. His other hand starts grabbing your breast, flicking your aroused nipple between his fingers.
“Ngh Caleb- right there!” you moan.
“I know. I figured out how to please you very quickly.” he breathes into your ear as he massages your breast and starts nibbling at your neck once again. All you can do is push your back into his, meeting his thrusts half way as he takes care of the rest. Fucking you completely mindless. Your breasts bouncing at the same rhythm as his cock entering you over and over again, you feel a familiar sting at your shoulder, his teeth digging themselves into your skin once again. You can only manage to quietly call out his name as his bite starts to draw blood. Leaning back into him as you listen to the moans escaping his and your mouth.
You clench around him tightly as he hits that special spot inside of you, the one he hasn't found until now. He bottoms out, laughing deeply as he realizes he just found another way to ruin you. He pushes your body off of his, you two still connected at your private parts, as he pushes your chest into the mattress. All you could do was brace yourself for what was about to come.
Without any warning Caleb doubles his speed, ramming up into the newly discovered spot in you. Your body rocking into the mattress as you start to lose grip on reality, your legs shaking, as you grip the sheets for support.
“Shit, already?” Caleb curses as he realizes your second orgasm of the night is about to hit you, hard. Not stopping the pace of his hips as he pulls out and pushes in again he slightly lifts up your hip, squeezing his hand between you and the mattress as his fingers meet your clit, causing immaculate pleasure to rush through your body.
“Ah- fuck, Caleb- I-” you couldn’t even get a single word out as the ecstasy hits you. Your entire body is shaking against his. You’re a moaning, shaking, sweating mess underneath him, his hips not stopping as you cum making you ride out your orgasm.
“Too much.” you cry, trying to scoot away from him.
“Don’t fight it, it’s okay.” he grabs your hips, holding you into place.
“Caleb, please.” You don’t know if you’re begging for him to stop or begging for him to continue, your legs shaking as you feel an after wave of your orgasm about to hit. His hand is still working away on your clit.
Squeezing down on his cock you scream out his name. Causing his thrusts to get sloppier. You know what you begged for now, primal instinct also overcoming you.
“Caleb please - cum inside of me.”
Taken aback by your request but not opposed to it he clenches his jaw in awe. Your words and sounds so lewd. He thrust into you again now chasing his own high as he abandons your clit for the first time of the evening. His thrusts become more sloppy as his voice becomes more vocal.
“Taking me so well.” he purrs into your ear.
“Will you take my load just as well?” he asks, his voice wobbly as he presses his chest against your back, fucking into you as deeply as possible. You nod eagerly.
“Please fill me up.” you cry out, wanting nothing more than to feel his hot seed claiming your walls.
With another deep thrust he buries himself deep within you, his hot semen shooting into your womb. You feel even fuller now. Taking everything he has to offer you, as you wiggle your hips, trying to get him to ride out his own orgasm as well. You can feel Caleb's chest rest against your back as his breathing becomes heavy.
You can feel his aroused member slowly become soft within you, as he sits up. Even Though the summer heat warmed up the entire room, your back felt cold without him resting atop of it now.
You wince once again as you feel Caleb strat to pull out of you, the mixture of his semen and your arousal slowly dripping out of your vagina, down towards your clit.
“Attagirl.” he praises, as he looks at your swollen vagina. His fingers collect the dripping cum, pushing it back into your hole.
“Took me so well.” He guides your own hand to your vagina, making you hold the mixture of cum inside of you, in order to prevent spillage onto your new dorm mattress. His lewd action causes you to moan his name once again.
“Don't do that, or I’ll get hard again.” he smirks, his face looking satisfied and proud as he looks at the mess he made you and the mess he left behind between your legs.
“And then you’d have to deal with the consequences of turning me on, again.” he whispers into your ear. You shudder at the thought.
“How about I get you cleaned up and we grab something to eat before we start unpacking?” without even turning around you can hear the satisfied smile in his voice.
Still not trusting your own voice you just nod into the mattress. Wondering how often you’d have to do this in order for you to recharge as quickly as him.
“Alright, wait here I'll get you a towel from my dorm. I’ll be as quickly as possible, I promise.” he plants a kiss onto your head as he speaks his promise. You can hear how he pulls his pants up and how he closes the zipper, before he makes his way to the door. Maybe you two should move into a dorm room together, you think to yourself, waiting for his return.