Chapter 3 Caleb #2
“Relax for me, hermoso. You know I’d never hurt you.”
So I do my best to relax. That allows him to push a finger inside me, and I moan, my head falling back against the pillow.
He moves slowly, curling so he hits that sweet spot that makes my thighs twitch.
He adds another, stretching me even more, and I let out a whimper that makes him move a little faster.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my hands gripping the tinsel. “You’re gonna make me come again.”
“That’s the point.” His face hovers over mine. “I’m going to make you come until you’re lying there, covered in your cum and mine. My perfect little bratty cumslut.”
Hey, God, it’s me, Caleb. You can send me to Hell now… I’m pretty sure whatever’s about to happen is gonna earn me a one-way ticket. You know, if fucking my stepbrother hasn’t already secured that shit.
No regrets!
Miguel reaches for the vibrator, coats it generously in lube and turns it on, then slowly drags it from the base of my cock to the tip.
The vibrations are strong, making me whisper his name and have my cock twitching, and all he does is smirk.
He teases it along my slit and it takes everything in me not to come.
Before I can beg him to just fuck me, he drags it down to my hole and pushes the vibrator inside me with his fingers still in there, and the vibrations hit my prostate, sending shocks of pleasure throughout my body.
He moves it in and out of me with one hand while his fingers continue to stretch me. “Come on, hermoso. Come for me.”
I can't hold it back anymore—the pattern of vibrations, his fingers inside me, moaning as my cock pulses cum onto my stomach, which earns me a deep, satisfying groan from Miguel.
“Look at how much you came, pretty boy. Seems like such a waste to let it get dry there.” He withdraws his fingers, leaving the vibrator in and crawls to my stomach.
Fuck me, watching him crawl… Just another reason I’m going to Hell because… it’s brain-meltingly good.
“Open your fucking mouth, Caleb.”
So… like the good boy I am, I open my mouth and watch him lick up my cum, his tongue gliding over my abs. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
When he’s gotten nearly every drop, he crawls up my body, hovers over my open mouth and spits my cum slowly into my waiting mouth.
I close my lips and—
“Don’t be greedy and swallow it all, baby.” He teases, bringing his lips to mine. “Kiss me, Caleb.” When his lips connect with mine, my lips part, and his tongue takes some of it back. Making this the sloppiest kiss we’ve ever shared.
My brain and body are so overstimulated right now, it’s not even funny.
“That’s my good boy,” and he reaches down to pull the vibrator out. I whine at the loss, my hips raising in search of anything, and he smirks.
“That’s it, little brother. You ready for me to fill this slutty little hole full of my cum?
” I nod and he moves into position, grabbing my thigh and swinging it over his.
Quickly he cleans his hands with some wipes and then grabs the lube.
Adding more to me and then I can feel the head of his cock pressing against me.
I break.
“Yes… fuck… please, Miguel. Please fuck me.” I can feel the tears forming in the corners of my eyes. Overstimulation is a bitch. I love it and I hate it.
Miguel pushes inside me, and on instinct, I hold my breath.
“Breathe, baby. I got you.” He moves slowly, his hips rocking against me, and every inch of him filling me.
“Think you can handle some more?” And he reaches for the vibrator, cleaning it off with a wipe before turning it on, and pressing it to the base of my cock.
I might need an exorcism after this weekend.
“I—I.” My words turn into whimpering moans as I let the sensation of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had take me. I’ve never come this quick, back-to-back. Not with him or solo.
Holy shit.
“Fuck, that’s it.” He tosses the still vibrating toy aside, gripping my thigh and thrusting into me at a pace that has me pulling at the tinsel and lucky for me, it breaks, so I flatten that hand on his chest.
Not to stop him, but to feel his heartbeat.
I need to feel it.
His heart.
The one that’s beating for me right now.
Miguel grunts and mutters curses in Spanish under his breath before letting out a throaty groan and thrusting inside me, hard, while his cum fills me.
I’ve never felt more complete than when he’s inside of me.
He collapses next to me, keeping his cock where it is.
His breathing is ragged, like he just ran his fastest mile.
Carefully, he shifts me to my side, and he nuzzles into my neck, his lips pressing soft kisses against my skin.
“Fuck, Caleb,” he breathes, his voice low, and it still sounds like he’s trying to catch his breath. “I could stay like this all weekend. With my cock buried in your perfect ass.”
I’m not opposed to the idea.
But I won’t tell him that.
I smile, my cheeks flushing with pleasure, and I grab his right arm and wrap it around my stomach. Miguel pulls me flush to him and I place his open palm over my heart. “You’re everything to me, Miguel.”
“You’re my entire world, pretty boy. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” He looks over and unties my still-bound wrists. “Guess lighted tinsel is no match for my basketball god, hmm?”
“Not when it comes to you.”
We stay like that for a while, our bodies pressed to one another, our hearts racing in sync. I can feel the tinsel digging into my wrists, but I don't care. All that matters is Miguel and the way he makes me feel.
Eventually, he pulls away, his eyes soft and gentle, and unties my wrists. I rub them, wincing slightly at the marks left behind, and he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to each one.
“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low, but it’s the look in his eyes that makes my heart skip. He’s concerned. “I got a little carried away. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I smile, my cheeks flushing with pleasure, and wrap my arms around him, pulling him back down to the bed with me. “It's okay. I loved every minute of what we did.”
Okay, God. Maybe I’m not ready. I’d like some more time with my monster.