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When Caleb had invited you to move in with him while you were finishing college, you hadn’t fully considered all of the implications when you said yes.
On one hand, you were the best fed college student you knew, as he regularly cooked for you and you didn’t have to live off of instant noodles. He rarely nagged you about cleaning and he also did your laundry without asking – much to your embarrassment, when you realized he’d folded your underwear when putting it back into your dresser.
On the other, it was really, really difficult to have a normal sex life when you shared a bedroom wall with your older brother.
When you lived with your gran, you’d usually masturbated in the shower, since it was the only guaranteed privacy you had at home.
But of course, Caleb’s apartment included a single, shared bathroom. And your schedules meant that he had needed – only a handful of times, but never without knocking – to come into the bathroom while you were showering in order to brush his teeth or shave before leaving for work.
Your only option was waiting until Caleb was at work or praying he was asleep by the time you were in bed and couldn’t wait anymore.
You laid in bed, ears straining for the smallest noise, as you touched yourself. You circled your clit, your free hand over your mouth, to keep any noise from escaping. You mostly succeeded until you slipped two fingers inside and you groaned at how full you felt.
There was a creaking sound from next door and you froze, half in panic, as you heard Caleb moving around in his bedroom on the other side of your shared wall.
Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you quickly pulled your hands away from yourself. You were so desperate to come that you probably could have finished in a few more strokes, but you couldn’t. Not while your big brother could hear you.
Not when your brain automatically jumped to the idea of his fingers being inside of you instead every time you remembered how close he was.
This was untenable. You couldn’t keep doing this. If you inadvertently edged yourself for one more night, you felt like you were going to explode.
You didn’t think before you were grabbing your phone, signing up for one of the popular hookup apps you’d heard your friends talking about. You quickly made a profile before turning your phone off and trying to sleep.
You could swipe through your options tomorrow, when you weren’t about to explode from horniness.
Anything, even having a one-night stand, would be better than this weird in between hell you’d found yourself in.
Three days later, you were curled up in bed, sobbing into your favorite apple plushie, when you heard Caleb come home.
You wiped your tears away, trying to read the time on your phone. You could’ve sworn you had at least another hour before Caleb came home and you'd fully planned on using that time to finish crying and shower again so he wouldn't see you upset.
You could hear him humming to himself in the kitchen, opening and closing the cabinet doors. Had he gone grocery shopping? It didn’t matter. You needed to clean yourself up before he saw you. Maybe you could sneak into the bathroom without him noticing?
When you tried climbing out of bed, your foot snagged on your blankets when you were halfway up. You fell onto the floor, knees skidding on the carpet, and you completely gave up. You didn’t even bother grabbing a plushie or a blanket before you collapsed into a ball, crying into the sleeves of your oversized sweater right there on your bedroom floor.
This was a mess. You were a mess. No wonder your date had taken one look at you and walked out of the bar.
“Pipsqueak?”
You didn’t have the energy to try and stop crying long enough to answer. You hoped Caleb would take the hint of your closed door and leave you alone, but you had no such luck.
“Pips? Oh my god, are you okay? Are you hurt?”
One moment, you were on the floor and the next, you were back on your bed, wrapped tightly in Caleb’s arms as he checked you for injuries. You felt his fingers pause over your newly skinned knees.
“Talk to me, pipsqueak. You haven’t cried over skinned knees in at least a decade. What’s going on?”
Caleb’s voice was low and soothing in your ear as he cradled you against him. He held you with the same care and affection he had when you were kids, rocking you softly as you tried getting your breathing under control.
“I…I tried…”
You could still feel the tears running down your cheeks, but you wiped them away with your sleeves. Your breath shuddered and you hiccoughed. If your cheeks hadn’t been flushed from crying, they would’ve been so now out of sheer embarrassment.
“I’m…fine….” you said, choking around your own words.
Caleb huffed in disbelief.
“Do ya wanna try that one again, pipsqueak?”
It took you a long minute to finally stop crying, mostly out of sheer force of will. You were amazed at how having Caleb watch you so intently calmed you much faster than trying to cry it out on your own did.
When you were able to finally take several deep breaths in a row without hiccoughing or sniffling your way through them, you squirmed in Caleb’s lap, trying to create some distance between you. His arms tightened around you, trapping you against him. You sighed as you looked up at him.
You were a little taken aback by how close his face was. The last time he’d held you in his lap like this, you were much smaller – both in height and weight. Now, you were almost at eye level. It would’ve taken no effort at all for you to lean forward and kiss him.
Not that you wanted to kiss your big brother, of course.
But you could have.
Hypothetically.
You turned your face away, tucking yourself against his neck to try and make this less awkward. For a moment, you thought you felt his pulse kick up, but you must have imagined it.
“I had a date today,” you said. Your voice was smaller and higher-pitched than normal, but you were already too ashamed to be self-conscious about that too.
Caleb had frozen in place underneath you. You felt him breathe in sharply as his arms stiffened around you, but he didn’t push you for any more details.
“Well,” you said, rubbing at the dried tear stains on your cheeks. “I tried to have a date today.”
You tried to move away from Caleb so you could properly curl into yourself, but he didn’t let you move. You managed to scoot halfway off his lap before one of his hands caught your thigh, his fingers sliding underneath the edge of your skirt in his haste to keep you close to him. His other hand was around your waist, digging into your soft swell of your belly.
The feeling of his large hand against you – on the squishiest parts of your body – made everything worse. You buried your face in your hands as you fought not to cry all over again. This was ridiculous. All of this was ridiculous. You'd never felt this self-conscious before and then that stupid jerk of a not-date had to go and ruin everything.
“What do you mean, tried?” Caleb asked. “Did they hurt you?”
Caleb’s voice had gone dark and moody, his fingers tightening even more around your curves, and you had to physically push them away from you.
He was so taken aback by your actions that he let you go, his mouth falling open in shock as your scrambled off your bed away from him. You stood in the middle of your room, wrapping your oversized sweater tighter around you as if it could hide your body and your shame from him.
“Pipsqueak, you’re scarin' me.”
When you looked at Caleb he was leaning forward on your bed, looking up at you with wide eyes. The purple hue of them was sparkling in the evening light, as if he was on the brink of tears as well.
You shook your head. “He didn’t touch me, I promise.”
Caleb clenched his hands in his lap before he released them with a slow breath. You shifted back and forth on your feet, hoping he would take the hint and just leave you alone.
But Caleb had never been that person. Not while his little sister was upset.
“He…”
You had to take several deep breaths before you could speak again.
“He took one look at me, said I’d catfished him because I’m fat, and then left.” You wiped away the single tear that had somehow escaped and stared out the window as you rambled.
“I know I’m fat. I know most people see fat as being a bad thing even though it’s not. I’m usually good at loving my body despite the world thinking I’m lazy or worthless or whatever. But today. Today I just wanted to feel pretty and sexy and desired and then this jerk came in and ruined all of my self-esteem in under two minutes and now I feel worthless all over again and what is even the POINT of trying if this is how I’m going to feel every time I date and-”
“Hey. Hey hey hey. Pipsqueak. Breathe for me.”
Caleb was standing in front of you, cupping your cheeks as he brushed away the tears with his thumbs. He stared into your eyes, forcing you to focus on him so you could match his breathing.
You could see something flicker in his eyes, though you weren’t sure what it was. For a moment, you thought it might have been heat or desire, but that couldn’t be it. Caleb had never crossed that line, not even hinted at –
“I don’t want you to even think that you’re undesirable. Not for a moment.”
His gaze dropped to your lips, only for a fraction of a moment, but you couldn't help but dart your tongue out to lick them in response. Caleb’s fingertips twitched against your face.
“You have always been the most beautiful woman in the room.”
You shook your head, already coming up with half a dozen rebuttals to his words, but he didn’t let you speak them. He held you in place, making sure you could only focus on his face.
“No, pips. I’m serious. I’ve watched you grow up all these years. I’ve seen you – your body, your spirit, you – at every stage, and there hasn’t been a single day where I-”
Caleb closed his eyes, his face nearly pained as he debated whatever it was he wanted to say. He was quiet for so long you worried he would leave you high and dry, abandon you halfway through your anxiety spiral. Then again, it wasn't Caleb's job to take care of you anymore - you were an adult.
“It’s okay, Caleb,” you said, quietly. “I’m fine. You don’t have to say all of this just because you feel like you have to because we’re family.”
When Caleb opened his eyes, there was a fire in them you didn’t recognize.
“Family?”
He stepped forward, walking you back until you nearly ran into the full-length mirror you had propped against your wall. Caleb leaned forward, one hand resting against the edge of the mirror by your head while the other tilted your chin up so you couldn't look anywhere else.
“Is that really all you think of me?”
Caleb’s thumb brushed against your lower lip, tracing the line of it as you gaped at him.
“Nothing I’ve ever felt for you has been forced, pips. Nothing.” His gaze dropped to your mouth. “Let me show you. Let me prove to you how beautiful and sexy you really are.”
You were frozen in shock. He stood in front of you for several, long moments, his thumb tracing along the edge of your lip. When you didn’t move, Caleb pressed his thumb down until he was pulling your mouth open. He slid his thumb inside until it caught your tongue.
You closed your mouth on instinct, sucking him deeper as you licked up the length of his finger. Caleb’s eyes went wide before something heated appeared in them. He gripped your jaw tighter, shoving more of his thumb inside of your mouth as he caged you in with his body.
“Fuck, yes,” he said. “Just like that. Show your gege how badly you want him.”
Caleb watched you take his thumb as he slowly slid it in and out of your mouth. You wrapped your tongue around it, sucking harder as you imagined it was his cock instead.
“You have the most perfect mouth,” Caleb said. “Your lips are so soft and you suck me so well. I bet you’d take my cock even better, yeah?”
You moaned around his thumb and he smirked at you, dragging his thumb out of your mouth so he left a trail of your saliva down your chin. He leaned forward and licked it clean, his tongue catching the corner of your mouth before he pulled back.
“Turn around.”
You did as he asked, confused about what he wanted until you remembered you were standing in front of your mirror. He leaned forward until he was towering over you, one hand still resting against the side of the mirror next to your face. His broad shoulders took up the entire frame and you remembered just how large he was.
Caleb pulled your hips back into his, grinding against the swell of your ass so you could feel how hard he was.
“This is what you do to me. This is what you’ve always done to me. And you think no one wants you?”
Caleb’s hands tightened on your hips as he trapped you against him. He leaned down and dragged his open mouth against your throat. When he reached the curve where your neck met your shoulder, he bit down softly.
“I have been obsessed with you for years.”
He took a deep inhale, meeting your eyes in the mirror before he stuck his tongue out to lick another stripe up your throat before he buried his face in your hair.
“It’s taken everything in me not to bend you over the nearest surface every time you get out of the shower and I smell your shampoo. I've been using it to jerk off with - did you know that? Did you know what you've been doing to me all this time?"
Caleb let his finger trail up your torso, mapping the curve of your belly until he reached the undersides of your breasts. He cupped them, lifting them ever so slightly so he could hold their full weight. When you made eye contact in the mirror again, he pinched your nipples, grinding his hips into your ass again as your back arched into him. Even through several layers of fabric, your body responded to him.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Are you this sensitive just for me? Does it feel this good when you touch yourself at night?”
You whimpered as you thought of how hard you’d tried to stay silent each night when you touched yourself. You tried turning your face away from him, your skin heating in shame again, but he caught your chin.
“Don’t hide yourself from me, pipsqueak. I want to see your face as you fall apart for me. I want to hear every noise you make. I want to taste you.”
Caleb nibbled at your earlobe, tracing it with his tongue until you turned and looked at him. You saw his heated gaze drop to your mouth – felt how hard he was where he pressed up against you – and you gave in. You leaned in to his touch, capturing his mouth with yours.
His hungry gaze was nothing in comparison to how he kissed you. It felt like he was trying to devour you, to taste every inch of you until there was nothing left but him. You groaned into him as his tongue explored your mouth. You met every push and pull of his kiss with your own, nibbling at his lips when you got the chance.
You were so distracted by him kissing you that you’d barely noticed Caleb had tugged your sweater off of you so you were only wearing a tank top and skirt. When his hands cupped your breasts again, the heat of his hands alone had you gasping into him.
“Do you like when I play with your tits?” he asked, biting your bottom lip and tugging.
When you nodded, he gently pulled at the straps of your tank tops, pulling them down until your bra was exposed. He growled a little in your ear as if he was angry that your bra obstructed the sight of your breasts from him. Caleb grabbed the center of your bra and tugged it down, nearly ripping the straps in his haste to expose your skin to the air.
“Caleb!” you said, reaching up to cover yourself. Your bras – even the most basic pairs – were not cheap. It was nearly impossible to find bras that fit at your size that didn’t cost an arm and a leg and the thought of having to replace any of them under short notice nearly brought you to tears.
He caught your hands immediately, trapping them against your belly as he stared at the reflection of your bare torso in the mirror.
“Pipsqueak, fuck. If I had known you were this stunning under all of those layers, I never would’ve let you wear anything in this apartment.”
Caleb cupped one of your breasts, lifting it until he could reach it with his mouth. His moaned as he licked your nipple, sucking at it softly.
“You’re never allowed to wear a bra at home ever again,” he said, freeing your hands so he could cup both of your breasts. When you looked down, you were shocked to see how well they fit in his hands. He held them easily, capturing them entirely without any difficulty. Almost like they'd been made just for him.
You watched as his hands ran over your torso. He traced your skin from your collarbone to your shoulder, running his fingertips down the length of your arm until he reached your hands. Caleb threaded your fingers together before he brought them to his lips, kissing every finger before his hand glided up your arm again, tracing down the center of your sternum next.
The entire time he touched you, his eyes never left your reflection. It was like he was entranced by the sight of your body under his hands.
It took you a long time to relax into his touch. You tried to cover your belly, to wrap your arms around yourself so he could only admire your tits, but he caught you every time.
“No hiding from me,” Caleb said. “I love every inch of you.”
He dropped to his knees behind you, shifting so he was pressed against your side. His hands splayed across your hips as he kissed your stomach. Every time you tried to look away, he caught you, leaving small bites in admonishment until you were focused on him again. On how much love he was showing you and your body.
“Your body is perfect,” he said, kissing along the stretch marks along your hip. “I love how soft you are. How well your skin fits underneath my touch. How every bit of you is proof that I was here to take care of you.”
You could barely meet your own eyes in the mirror as Caleb’s mouth kissed along your belly, leaving no skin untouched. When he reached the edge of your skirt, he only paused for a moment before he was tugging it down, along with what was left of your tank top and bra, until you were standing there in only your panties.
Before you could blink, Caleb buried his nose against your mound, inhaling deeply as he groaned into you.
"Caleb, stop! You can’t-”
He looked up at you, his eyes now heavy lidded like he was drunk off the scent of you.
“Don’t deny me this, pips,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. “Not when I’ve spent so many years with only your underwear to sate me.”
You gaped at him as he adjusted your legs, pulling your thighs apart so he could bury his nose even deeper into you.
“Yo – you what?”
You barely got the words out before Caleb’s tongue licked over the gusset of your panties and you had to brace yourself against the mirror to keep yourself from falling over.
He moaned into you as he sucked the fabric into his mouth to taste your slick.
"Th's much better," he mumbled against you. "Taste s'good."
When Caleb’s nose pressed against your cloth-covered clit, your legs threatened to give out.
Before you could fall, Caleb moved to press wet kisses along your panty line. He followed the curve of your body, up along your hip, and around to your butt, until he sunk his teeth into you. You yipped, bucking your hips to try and pull away from him. His hands were there immediately, holding in place as you squirmed in his grasp. Caleb’s fingers dug into your hips hard enough that you knew you'd have little bruises in the morning, and part of you was glad to have a lasting reminder of this moment.
“You have the most perfect ass,” Caleb said, kissing every inch of your skin he could reach without moving the fabric of your panties aside. “I want to mark every inch of it, so everyone who sees under those short little skirts you like to wear knows you belong to me.”
He bit into the soft skin of your ass and you yelped in surprise again. Caleb sucked the skin into his mouth, laving the area with his tongue, before he finally let go. You watched his reflection in the mirror as he leaned back to admire his work before smirking.
You reached back and threaded your fingers through his hair as he leaned in again, biting the skin just underneath where he'd previously left a mark. Everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire, but this felt even more sensitive than the last mark he'd left. You moaned at the feeling, tilting your hips back so he had even better access.
"Fuck yes, just like that," Caleb said, squeezing the soft plush of your thighs in encouragement. "You like that idea too? Want me to cover you in my marks so no one ever touches you again? No one but me?"
Your eyes nearly rolled back in pleasure at the thought. You could only whimper in response, tugging on Caleb's hair again to pull him back to you. He laughed at your enthusiasm, the sound slightly muffled from where his mouth was pressed against your skin.
You felt his nose drag along the underside of your ass, at the junction of the top of your thighs. You were self-conscious only for a moment before he opened his mouth and licked down the length of your leg. It tickled as he got closer to your knee and you tried so hard not to jerk your leg and accidentally kick him.
Caleb pressed a soft kiss to the outside of your knee before he continued down your calf, alternating between leaving soft kisses and dragging his nose against your skin as he worshipped every part of your body. You let him leave a soft kiss on the top of your foot before you squirmed under him, needing his attention higher.
"Caleb, please," you said. Your voice cracked in desperation.
"Please what, pipsqueak?" he asked, moving to your other leg. He shifted his position behind you, his hands never leaving your skin as he slowly began kissing and nuzzling his way back up your body.
You swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. You'd already crossed several lines that you couldn't come back from. If you said what you were thinking out loud - if you admitted what you wanted - you'd never be able to take it back.
Caleb paused at your hip, his teeth tugging ever so slightly on the edge of your underwear as he met your eyes in the mirror. You felt his hands shift too, as one of them slid up your inner thigh, his fingers pausing just underneath where the skin of your thighs met.
"Do you not believe me? Have I not convinced you that I want this? That I want you?" Caleb let go of your underwear to nip at the soft curve of your belly again, before he looked up at you. "Or is it something else?"
When he pulled away, you could feel how his fingertips trembled. Caleb's eyes were wide as he looked up at you from his position on the floor.
"Do you not want your gege to make you come?"
You let out a full body shudder as you exhaled. You brushed the hair back from Caleb's forehead, meeting the full force of his puppy dog eyes. Even if you hadn't wanted this, you weren't sure you'd be able to deny him anything when he looked at you like that.
"I want you too, gege. Please make me come."
You watched Caleb's throat bob as he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving yours as he leaned forward, biting into your underwear again until he could tug the fabric down your hips.
This time, when his fingers returned to the hem of your panties, they were completely steady. He pulled your underwear down carefully, like he was unwrapping his favorite present. The moment you were bare, you remembered what state you were in. It was one thing to have a one-night stand with someone you were never going to see again when you were rocking a full bush. It was a completely different feeling when Caleb was the one in front of you. Not to mention you'd been crying for hours and were in desperate need of a shower.
You tried covering yourself, holding your hands in front of you as if you hadn't just asked Caleb to strip you bare and touch you until you were falling apart.
He caught your hands, entwining your fingers with his to ground you and keep you from spiraling again. He leaned forward to kiss your knuckles as he looked up at you.
"Talk to me, pips," he said, his voice soft. "What's goin' on in that pretty, perfect brain of yours?"
"This is ridiculous," you said. "We can't do this - I'm a mess, I've been crying all day, I haven't showered since this morning, I haven't even shaved!"
You tugged your hands away from him, taking a step back as you shook your head. You couldn't do this.
Not when you lived with him.
Not when you wanted him to touch you this way every day for the rest of your lives.
Before you could take another step, you felt a pressure holding you in place. You gasped as you recognized the shift in gravity, closing your eyes as Caleb took your hand in his again. You felt the heat of his body as he stood and moved next to you. You didn't want to open your eyes and see him towering over you, but he tilted your chin up regardless. Your skin broke out in goosebumps as Caleb leaned down so he could speak directly into your ear.
"What did I say," he said, "about how I felt about you?"
You shivered as one of his hands threaded through the hair at the base of your skull and pulled - dragging your head back until your neck was completely exposed to him. When you opened your eyes, he was staring down at you, all of the softness from earlier completely gone.
"I-"
Caleb shifted so he was standing behind you, his fist still tight in your hair. From this viewpoint, with him no longer blocking your view, you could still see your reflection in the mirror. You looked absolutely wrecked. Your hair was a mess, your skin was flushed red from arousal, and your entire body from your tits to your hips was covered in little bruises Caleb had left.
"I don't care if you haven't showered or shaved or whatever other beauty routine you feel like you have to do to be sexy," Caleb said. He nipped at the edge of your ear. "You're stunning right now. I want you right now, just like this. When you're wet and panting and nearly begging me for anything I give you."
He shifted until his hips pressed completely against your ass and you could feel the hard length of him again. The irrefutable evidence of how desperate he was for you.
"In fact," Caleb said, tugging your arms up until they were draped around his neck. "I think I like you better like this."
He leaned down and breathed in deeply, turning his head so his nose was almost in your armpit. You yelped again, trying to pull your arms down and away from him, but his Evol held you in place again. Caleb only chuckled at your protests.
"We're gonna have to work on that, pipsqueak. You're not allowed to hide any part of you from me. Your body belongs to me."
Caleb walked you back to the mirror, turning you so your back was pressed against the cold surface. He kept your hands pinned above you as he knelt in front of you again. Before you could breathe properly, his face was buried in the curls of your pubic mound.
"Fuuuuck."
He groaned into you, tugging your legs apart so he could get even closer to you. Caleb used his thumbs to pull your pussy lips apart, his nose already brushing against your clit as he dragged his tongue up your center. You weren't sure who moaned louder at that - Caleb for finally tasting you or you for how decadent his tongue felt.
Just like the rest of your body, Caleb didn't leave a single piece of you untouched. His tongue traveled between each of your folds, licking everywhere to see what got the biggest reaction from you. You became a puddle of sensation within minutes, only able to focus on Caleb's mouth and the pleasure he was bringing you. You couldn't even hold yourself up properly - Caleb had to use his Evol to support you, which only drove him wilder, his groans becoming louder as his tongue moved faster against you.
His fingers tightened around your upper thighs, keeping you spread open and still for him so he could taste you properly. When he sucked your clit into his mouth, your knees nearly buckled.
"That's it, baby," Caleb said, mumbling into your pussy. "Come for me. Come on your gege's tongue like a good girl."
He licked inside your pussy, filling you more than your own fingers ever had. You gasped his name as his mouth returned to your clit, alternating between sucking and licking until you were coming all over his face.
Caleb greedily drank down every drop of your slick, lapping at your folds like a dog who'd found his favorite treat. You were panting again in moments as the attention nearly sent you over the edge again.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Caleb said, standing so he could cup your face with both hands.
He kissed you then, his tongue tangling with yours so you could taste yourself on him. You moaned at the intimacy of it, trying to deepen the kiss so you could taste even more of him. Of the two of you together.
You weren't sure when Caleb released you from his Evol. You were only aware of his arms around you as he lifted you and pressed you against your bedroom wall. The moment your arms were free, your hands were in his hair, holding him in place so he wouldn't stop kissing you. Not that Caleb had any intention of doing so.
Now that he had you, he was never going to let you go.
You were so caught up in kissing Caleb, in the feeling of being fully in his arms as he devoured you, that you hadn't realized he was undressing until you felt the hot press of his cock against your pussy.
"Can I fuck you properly, pips? Please?"
Caleb didn't give you time to answer before his lips were on yours again, nipping and licking at your lips as you whined in response. When he finally let you breathe so he could add even more bite marks along the length of your neck, you gasped his name in response.
"Yes, please. Please fuck me, Caleb. I need you."
The moment the words left your lips, he slammed into you, his cock stretching you wide as you clenched around him.
Caleb froze once he was fully seated inside of you, taking deep breaths as he pressed his forehead against yours. You moaned and squirmed against him, desperate for him to move and fuck you properly, but it was no use. Caleb was too strong, too in control. You could only whimper his name and beg.
"Please, please, pleeeease, Caleb, I need-"
He swatted your ass, leaving a sharp sting that he quickly soothed with his hand.
"You're going to hold still for me," Caleb said, speaking through his teeth while he tried to keep himself from coming too quickly. "You're gonna be a good girl and not move until I'm ready to fuck you."
You stilled immediately, your body already trained to obey any instructions Caleb gave you. You stopped squirming, but he felt so good inside you that you couldn't help it when your pussy squeezed around him, trying to pull him even deeper inside you. Every time it happened, Caleb flinched like you'd hurt him, but you could see the flush crawling up his chest and cheeks.
This, more than anything else, finally convinced you.
He hadn't been lying when he said he wanted you. None of this was an act.
And now your gege was fighting not to come when he'd only been inside of you for a few seconds.
"Fuck me, Caleb," you said, your voice barely more than a breath. "Fill me up. Prove to me how badly you want me."
His gaze caught yours, his eyes turning stormy as he braced himself. One of his arms slid next to your head against the wall while the other gripped the curve of your ass, squeezing your soft flesh like he couldn't get enough of you. You felt the slight ripple of his Evol as he used it to support you, allowing him to pull out completely before he slammed his cock inside you again.
"You want this?" he asked, nearly growling against you neck. "You want my come inside you? Dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day?"
When you nodded, he cursed, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss as he slowly withdrew again before thrusting into you, pressing so deep that his dick pressed up against your cervix. You cried out at the sensation, but Caleb was already swallowing the noise, drawing his hips back again so he could see what other noises you'd make for him.
He fucked you just like that - pulling out slowly before fucking into you hard - several more times before your pussy was fluttering around him again, already on the brink of another orgasm. You whimpered and begged, needing more, while drowning in all the ways he was making you feel good.
Despite barely holding himself together, Caleb smirked down at you before sliding one hand between you, pinching your clit sharply until you were bucking against him.
"Be a good girl for me and come again, baby," he said. "Show me how badly you want me too, and I'll fill that perfect pussy up with my come until I put a baby in you."
You felt like you were struck by lightning as your orgasm crashed into you, your back arching almost uncomfortably as your muscles clenched in pleasure. You were barely aware of Caleb crying out your name as he thrust into you twice more before he was spilling inside of you.
Caleb stayed there until you were blinking up at him, both of you equally dazed by what just happened. He carried you over to your bed, sitting down on the edge of it so you could wrap yourself around him like a koala. He ran his hands up and down your body, massaging your muscles until you relaxed against him.
He was still inside you, but you could already feel him growing hard again as your combined come dripped out of you and coated both of your thighs.
Caleb kissed your forehead before he pulled you fully against him, holding you tightly while he breathed in your closeness.
"Do you believe me now?" he asked, his voice soft.
You turned your head so you could press a kiss to his Adam's apple, your teeth dragging across his skin in the smallest of chastisement.
"I do now," you said, resting your head against his shoulder so you could breathe in his scent. "But I may need more reminders later. And maybe tomorrow. And the day after that."
Caleb laughed at that - a full laugh that shook his whole body and you with it.
"I'll remind you as many times as it takes, pips. Now, let's get you cleaned up so you're ready for the next one. I won't have you doubting my love for you ever again."