Chapter 3 Caleb
THREE
CALEB
I forgot all about the warmth of the fire and the cozy cabin as Miguel's hands roamed all over my body, his touch electric and insistent.
The heat radiating from him matches the inferno building inside me.
His lips are on mine, hungry and demanding, and I can't get enough.
I tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine, and he helps me, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion.
“Fuck. This. Movie,” Miguel growls against my lips, and it only makes me smile. He's right, the only thing that matters right now is us. I push him back, my hands already working on his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper in my eagerness.
He chuckles, a low rumbling that vibrates through me. “Easy now. You’re gonna get the piercings caught on the fabric.” He helps me out, kicking off his pants and boxers in one go.
I stand up, my own pants and underwear tugged off and kicked aside, as I straddle him, my knees on either side of his hips.
Miguel’s strong hands grip my ass, pulling me down against him, and I can feel his hard cock pressing against my own.
I rock my hips, grinding against him, and we both moan.
His mouth finds my neck, sucking and nipping, no doubt leaving me covered in hickeys.
“Miguel,” I gasp, my head falling back as his hands roam over my body, teasing and tormenting. “Please...”
“Please what, little brat?” He taunts, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck to hold me steady. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I breathe, my hands tangling in his hair. “I want you inside me.”
He groans, his hips bucking up against me, and I can feel the wetness at the tip of his cock teasing me. I reach between us, my hand wrapping around his cock and mine, and he hisses, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Fuck, Caleb,” he groans, his hips moving in time with my strokes. “That feels so good.”
It feels divine, his piercings rubbing against my shaft. Absolute fucking bliss.
I lean down, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth. He tastes like chocolate and cinnamon, and I can't get enough. His hands are everywhere, touching, teasing, driving me to the brink of insanity. My cock is leaking pre-cum and aching for release.
Miguel is my insanity.
He pulls away, his breath ragged, and I let out a sharp whine in protest. Miguel chuckles and pushes me back onto the couch, his body covering mine. His mouth finds my neck again, sucking harder, and with the scrape of his teeth, I can only imagine the marks he's leaving behind.
Nobody but us will know they were from him.
“Miguel,” I gasp, my hips bucking up against him. “Please...”
“Shh, little brat,” he soothes, his hand roaming over my chest and up to circle my throat. "I've got you."
I let out a pathetic-sounding whine as he gives a gentle squeeze.
He trails kisses down my chest, his tongue swirling around my nipples, and I arch into his touch.
He continues his journey downward, his hands pushing my legs apart, and I can feel his breath on my cock.
I look down at him, my eyes wide with anticipation, and he grins up at me—there’s a promise of ruin in his eyes.
Ruin me.
Break me.
Then put me back together in only the way you know how.
But before he can take me into his mouth, I sit up, my hands pushing him back. “Wait,” I breathe, my cheeks flushing. “I want to taste you first.”
Miguel’s eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't protest as I push him back onto the couch, straddling his hips. I lean down, capturing his lips, and he groans, his hands gripping my ass. “My little brat.” He whispers as I trail kisses down his chest, running my tongue over all of his tattoos.
“All yours.”
I continue my teasing down his stomach, my hands pushing his legs apart, and I can feel his heartbeat wildly when I place a hand on his chest. I look up at him, my eyes silently asking for permission, and he grins down at me, his eyes soft, as he nods.
Leaning down, taking him into my mouth, and Miguel groans.
“Your mouth is fucking Heaven, baby. Oh my god.” His head falling back to the arm of the chair, in complete bliss.
That’s it, big brother.
I can make you fall apart, too.
His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me, and I take him deeper, my head bobbing up and down.
He tastes salty and sweet, mixed with the slight metallic tang from all seven of his piercings, but I need more.
I reach between my legs, my free hand wrapping around my cock, and I stroke myself in time with my movements.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, pretty boy. Stroke that perfect fucking cock for me, but you don’t get to come yet. So don’t you fucking dare.”
Miguel's groans fill the room, and I can feel his cock swelling in my mouth.
I know he's close, and I want… no, I need him to come in my mouth.
I take him as deep as I can, my nose brushing against his pubic bone, and he moans, thrusts his hips up and holds my head down.
His warm cum pulses down my throat, and I swallow.
I fucking love the way he tastes.
Immediately, he withdraws from my mouth and pulls me up, his lips capturing mine in a deep, ravenous kiss, his cum mixed with saliva being passed back and forth between us. He pushes me back onto the couch, his body covering mine, and I can feel his cock already hard again, pressing against my own.
“Now that the brat has gotten what he wants… I want to taste you,” he growls, his hands spreading my thighs apart. “Do it, baby. Fill my mouth and throat with your cum.”
Miguel takes me into his mouth, and good fucking Christ, can he suck dick.
His head bobs up and down, his tongue flicking against the sensitive spot near the tip.
Fuck, he knows what that does to me. “Oh, baby. Keep sucking my dick like that and I'm gonna see God.” He hums, taking me deeper, and I swear I’m past his tonsils, and I can feel the tingling spread.
I reach down, my hands tangling in his mess of curls, pulling the hair away from his face so I can watch.
His eyes flick to mine and he groans, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through me.
My balls are tightening, and I know I'm close. Miguel must sense it too, because he takes me deeper, his head bobbing faster and faster. “Don’t… stop…” I moan, my hips chasing him when he pulls away, then back down.
Every single muscle in my stomach tightens as my cum pulses down his throat.
He swallows, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock as he pulls back.
I already miss the warmth of his mouth on me when he flicks his hair back and I get a look at his big, beautiful brown eyes. He licks me from base to tip, then runs his tongue over his bottom lip with a smirk. “How was that, pretty boy?”
“Fucking amazing.”
“Did you see God?” He raises his eyebrow.
I nod. “I’m still looking at him.”
He smirks, and it’s at this point I know I’m in trouble. Miguel’s mouth finds my neck, pressing soft kisses to where my pulse is thrumming.
“Miguel,” I gasp, my hips bucking up against him. “Baby—”
“Shh, little brat,” he soothes, his hands roaming over my body. “You did this to yourself, remember.”
His tongue swirls around my nipple before giving it a playful nip, and I arch into his touch. Just fuck me already.
Instead of continuing down, he gets up from the couch, gives me a stern “Don’t move,” and jogs to the stairs, butt ass naked for one of his bags. When he’s back, he unzips it while I look up at him and watch him produce a length of Christmas lighted tinsel.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes wide with curiosity.
He grins, and it’s one that makes his eyes squint. Fuck. “I'm going to tie you up, pretty boy. I wanna see you squirm.”
RIP to my ass, because if he’s tying me up… I know I’m in for it.
Caleb, you and this fucking mouth.
“No…Ple—”
Miguel tsk’s. “Look at the brat trying to backpedal. Sorry baby, I don’t run off IOU’s.
I told you this mouth of yours was gonna get your ass fucked.
Looks like it’s time to pay up.” He leans over, picks me up, and hauls me up over his shoulder.
My bare ass is just out in the open, and he carries me and the string of tinsel up the stairs.
Bonus: I get to watch his ass while he carries me up the stairs to the loft.
He really does have a great ass.
Must be from all the running.
I shiver, my cock twitching at the thought, and he chuckles, “Just you wait, baby.” Once we’re on the landing, I get my first good look at the bedroom.
It’s a cozy little space, with a queen sized bed, a little built in window seat that looks out at the snowy landscape, tow of the tiniest bedside tables and a large cedar trunk directly across from the bed.
“This is niiice. You really went all out, Miggy.” My exaggerated tone earns my ass a smack. “Ow.” Then he tosses me on the bed and urges me up toward the pillows, gathering my wrists and tying them to the headboard, the tinsel digging into my skin.
“Ah, the old, tying my hands up, bit.” I smirk. “A Miguel signature move.”
Oh my god, Caleb. Shut the fuck up.
Wish I could, brain.
We’re a lost cause over here.
He reaches into a bag at the foot of the bed, pulling out a bottle of lube and a small vibrator.
Oh, fuck.
“Ready for me, little brat?” he asks, his voice a low rumble and I can feel my cock leaking at the sight of my monster, ready to torture me.
In the best way possible.
“Always,” I snap back, knowing full well that I’m fucked.
Well, I’m gonna be.
“Such a smartass,” he mutters while clicking the top of the lube open.
He squirts some onto his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine, and I can feel my heart racing.
He must see it because he whispers, “You got real quiet, baby. You tell me if it’s too much, okay?
” I nod and he reaches between my legs, his fingers teasing my hole, and I gasp, my hips bucking up against him.