Caelyx #4
“Fuck. You fucking own me,” I whimpered, my head tossing and thrashing on the pillow, the sensations so completely overwhelming that I couldn’t stop moving.
“Show me,” he ordered. “Come for me.”
We fell into a rhythm, a feedback loop where he would bury his cock as deep in my ass as he could, and I’d flex my hips up to meet his thrusts, forcing the vibrator under his strap to grind against him.
I was melting into the sheets, both of our bodies slick with sweat, as he tagged my prostate over and over.
His raspy cries were getting louder and closer together, just like mine. I wanted it to last, but with how worked up I’d gotten myself over the last few days, there wasn’t much I could do to hold out. My cock was twitching uncontrollably, my balls pulled up tight into my shaft.
“Aspen,” I panted. His fingers dug into my hips, his perfect rhythm faltering into a desperate sloppy pace as he stared into my eyes, his teeth digging into that pretty bottom lip.
The squelching of all the lube between us and the smacks of his body against mine punctuated our groans like a pornographic symphony.
“I’m going to come for you. I’m so fucking close. ”
“Caelyx. Oh, god.” He moaned, going stiff against me. “I’m coming. Oh, fuck.”
The sound of my name and the words that followed, so wanton and full of relief, was all I needed.
My spine arched as I felt myself finally being pulled over that last little bump, throwing me into a state of ecstasy.
I shattered around him, my hole pulsing as my cock jerked.
He let the first two spurts of cum shoot out onto my abs, before taking my cock in his hand and stroking it like he was rewarding me, intensifying my orgasm and drawing it out.
By the time I’d regained full control of my brain, he’d pulled out and clicked off the bullet vibe, collapsing onto my chest and gasping breathlessly against my neck. My arms came up around him, holding his body tight against me as my lungs struggled to draw in enough air.
We were quiet for a minute, just recovering and breathing each other in.
I couldn’t tell if he was feeling awkward or self-conscious, in which case I knew I’d need to be the one to say something first, or if he was just relaxed.
If he was feeling awkward or self-conscious, I’d have absolutely no idea why.
I’d never come so hard in my fucking life.
Not even close. He owned me, like I’d accidentally blurted out after having my prostate stimulated so much I’d almost cried.
I didn’t know what he thought about it, if he’d found it to be too much, or just enough, and I was slightly afraid to ask and ruin the moment.
I felt wrung-out, a little sore, but completely and totally sated. A thought occurred to me, that I’d fucked a lot, but it had never been like this. Had it ever been like this for him?
“So was I good?” I finally asked, mostly to keep myself from asking the other question.
I felt his abdominal muscles jerking against mine as he laughed a little, the man-made lake of my fluids slick and warm between us, but he didn’t seem remotely bothered by it.
“Do you think you were good?”
“I think I was fucking amazing.”
He lifted his head, staring down at me as his eyebrow flicked up.
“I think we were fucking amazing,” I clarified, and a gorgeously sweet little grin appeared on his face.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “You were very, very good.”
“I think you might be giving me a praise kink,” I warned him, and he laughed again. Every time we were together, I thought I’d reached the peak of how badly I needed to kiss him, but it only got worse and worse each time.
“I’ll praise you, as long as you deserve it,” he said, somehow sending a new spark of arousal through me, when I knew there was no way in hell I was anywhere close to being able to get another boner yet.
We cuddled a little, as much as we could in the slightly awkward positioning, and with the front of my body basically acting as a makeshift slip-and-slide, until he rolled off me, scooping up his dirty t-shirt to wipe me off with.
“You’re not going to make me walk home, right?” I wondered, once he’d settled back onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard next to me. He scoffed in response, shaking his head.
“Nah.”
“I can stay?” I asked, nuzzling my face into his bare thigh as I shot pleading puppy eyes up at him.
He pursed his lips like he was in thought, reaching down to card his fingers through my hair.
The sensation of his fingers stroking my scalp dragged a purr from my chest, and I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his thigh, the light taste of his clean sweat blooming on my tongue.
“The bed’s kind of small,” he said.
“I don’t care. We’ll make it work.”
It was only dinnertime. There was still so much time we’d have together if he let me stay.
“Okay,” he finally agreed. “You can stay. If you want.”
“I want,” I assured him.
I finally understood now why Ren and Maddox would spend whole days just vegging out and fucking in his room, absorbed in each other and only coming out to get food to immediately drag back into their cave.
It was addictive, this feeling of it just being the two of us. No one else mattered, at least for the moment. And I wanted more of this, as much as I could have.
“You okay?” He asked, and I realized I’d been spacing out a little.
“Yeah. Just realizing I have a much deeper, integral understanding of Maddox as a person now,” I said, and he snorted, throwing his head back with a quick laugh. “I finally get it. I, too, want to scream to everyone in a sports arena that I love taking cock, and that I’m really good at it.”
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s exactly what he said. And he’s not going to love hearing that from you.”
“No, this is totally going to strengthen our bond,” I said, the sound of his laughter so pretty and musical to me that I felt like I was melting again. “It’s like we have this primal similarity now, and I really get him.”
“You are so annoying,” he said, but his eyes were full of affection for me. It made my heart smack up into my ribs, pounding like an earthquake. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” I admitted. “But I kind of don’t want to leave this room.”
I didn’t know if he felt it too, that perfect sensation of being in a bubble where only we mattered. Going out somewhere, having to process other people and sounds, it would ruin it.
I’d never been so invested in anything before, especially not in another person. But it felt like all my happiness, all the warmth inside me that he’d created, hinged on this one answer, whether he felt anything close to what I was feeling.
“We’ll get something delivered,” he said, giving my head another pat. “I need carbs.”
Relief coursed through my whole form, and I curled into him, nuzzling into his hip now, squeezing his thighs in my arms.
“I really, really like you, Aspen. Like, maybe too much.”
He stared down at me for a few moments, considering.
I wanted to know what was going on in his brain, but I could only stare back, waiting, hoping I wasn’t freaking him out.
I’d always been open about how much I liked him, but…
It felt like something had shifted. Like he’d carved open some part of me even I hadn’t known about. And it was all for him.
“It’s not too much,” he said. “I…” He trailed off, and I had to hold back from begging him to keep going. But I knew better, and waited patiently. “I like that… You like me so much. It’s never been this way for me.”
I swallowed hard, nodding. He didn’t know it, but he’d just destroyed me, in a way I hadn’t even known to want or ask for. It felt like I’d crossed a line, one I could never go back over.
“It’s never been this way for me either, Cupcake.”