Chapter Twenty
I’m trying to stave it off for as long as I can, but once I can tell Lo is completely done riding out her orgasm, I pull out of her, fully ready to blow my load.
As if she can read my mind—which, I’m fairly certain she can by now—she quickly slips out from between Caleb and me, and if he had a voice, I’m sure it would be whining over the loss, given the dire expression on his face right now.
She crawls out of the way just in time for me to grab my dick and give it one or two more desperate pumps, before I am blinded by euphoria, shooting off all over Caleb’s bare chest and stomach.
I mean, I emp-ty my balls all fuckin’ over him.
He gapes at me with a glare that tells me that Lauren hopped off of him right before he was about to join our little orgasm-fest.
“What the fuck—” he starts to sign before I cut him off, dipping down to lick my cum off his body.
I can’t see him, too busy cleaning myself off of him, but I can feel his hands signing a mile a minute behind me.
“You’re a goddamn prick. I was just about to come,” Lauren says, snickering, clearly interpreting for him now.
“Mhm,” I hum, without even looking up to address him as I run my tongue over his skin, between the lines that define his abs, down the trail of light blond hair which leads to his angrily straining cock.
“And I’ll make sure you get to as well,” I add, nuzzling into his groin and inhaling his musky scent.
And—god—what else is that I’m getting a hint of down here? Cucumber melon? Jesus, does he use her body wash too? Does she complain about him doing it like she does with me?
“Quit sniffing my nuts and get to work,” Lauren says, and I can’t help but laugh. I know she’s just saying out loud what Caleb is signing—word for word—but it still sounds funny hearing it from her.
“You better not be laughing about my junk,” she says, giggling.
Above me, I can feel Caleb’s abdomen flutter, as if he too is containing a chuckle.
“I’m not laughing at your junk, Caleb. You know damn well how much I love it.”
“Interpreter note,” Lauren adds, “I never in a million years thought I’d be doing this during sex between my two partners…”
“And I thank you for your service, m’lady,” I hum. “I’m just gonna train my brain real hard to swap out your voice for his.”
All is quiet for a moment, so I continue my ministrations, teasing him with my mouth and tongue.
“You remember the sound of my voice?” Lauren croaks.
I lift my head and peer up at Caleb. “Of course I do. But even if I didn’t, I have all our old videos saved to my phone. I wouldn’t even let the cell phone company delete them when I upgraded.”
He blinks at me. “Why not?” he signs.
I tug my upper lip between my teeth. Why didn’t I? “Because regardless of how it ended, those summers were some of the best, I guess. I didn’t want to lose what I had left of our memories together.”
Caleb studies me for a bit, an unreadable look on his face, before nudging me up so our bodies and faces align. He grips my jaw with both his hands and pulls me in for a searing kiss. When the kiss breaks, his lips don’t leave mine.
“I love you,” he mouths, making sure to exaggerate so I can clearly make out each word.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. “We can watch them sometime—together. I mean, if it won’t be too painful for you. I’ve wanted to,” I admit, “but I just didn’t know how you’d feel about it.”
My eyes don’t break from his, and he nods.
“Can I go back to making you come now?” I ask him, and he dons a shit-eating grin.
I lift off of him, and he signs to me, “Be a good boy and suck me off like you mean it.”
“Bos-sy,” I taunt with a dry chuckle. “Lauren, will you get up there and keep his face occupied while I set to work on his dick?” I nod up at him as I descend down his body. “I’m ill-prepared to hear all about how I’m not nearly as good as you at giving head.”
She smirks and does as I ask, crawling on the bed and maneuvering into position to straddle his torso. She leans forward, her hands pressed on his chest, holding him in place. When she dips her head so her lips can meet his, her hair falls into a curtain around their faces.
His hips nearly launch off the bed just as soon as I suck his crown past my lips, swirling my spit soaked tongue around the tip.
I assume he must have done something up there to make Lo giggle.
“Pretty sure he just mouthed fuuuuck,” she notes, then adds, “Yup. Can confirm. Definitely a drawn-out fuck.”
I grin, my mouth still wrapped around his cock, and huff out a chuckle. This is fuckin’ ridiculous, her interpreting for him during sex—but it’s just so us. Call it awkward if you want, but really there’s no other way I’d rather have it.
I try to relax my jaw a bit to take him back further.
He’s not, like, the Guinness World Record holder for the biggest cock or anything, but it is a fairly decent sized dick.
Has some girth to it. Veiny as a motherfucker.
Slight curve at the tip, but angled in a manner that gives my P-spot just the right amount of lovin’.
It’s a bottom’s dream dick, in all honesty, and I’m making this thing my bitch right now.
His hips thrust up again as I take him all the way to the back of my throat and swallow.
“Sweetness, holy shit, you’re taking me so good. Sucking me all the way back like that,” Lauren speaks for Caleb.
I love that he calls me sweetness sometimes, but mostly Sugar. Love that he brought that pet-name back from our past, actually. He wants to sit there and act stunned that I never forgot anything, but it would appear that I’m not the only one.
“You’re such a good boy,” Lauren drawls when I double down on my efforts, plunging him deeper and deeper into my throat.
Saliva is leaking out the corners of my mouth so much that I have to hit pause occasionally and lick it back up, teasing and tasting him as I do. As I come up for air once more, I take a moment to suck one of his balls into my mouth while I take over fisting his spit-slicked cock.
Lauren speaks, “Caleb, I don’t—” She pauses, and I peer up, still suctioning his nut. “Oh,” she continues, “he’s just mouthing a slew of jumbled up profanities up here,” she tells me. “I think it’s safe to assume he likes whatever it is you’re doing. He’s nodding.”
I huff out a little laugh, and his ball pops out of my mouth. “That’s good. Make sure to leave me a tip when I’m done, alright?”
There’s another pause while he signs. I smirk and resume sucking his head, meeting my mouth with my hand.
“Here’s a tip,” Lauren finally interprets, “stop again, and I will hold your head in place while I fuck your throat so hard you’ll find out what it’s like to have a wrecked voice box… just like me.”
Then, she shakes her head and speaks to him, “Jesus, Caleb. I thought Marcus was overselling this dirty talk of yours.”
I’d have a proper rebuttal for that, but I’ll refrain, since I’m in the homestretch of this blowie now, if the way his nuts are tightening up is any indicator.
“I’m about to come,” Lauren confirms. “Keep going, Sugar. Don’t stop.”
As I hum my confirmation of the message received, his thigh muscles go taut, and his stomach dips.
I hollow out my cheeks, fully intending on sucking his soul right out through his orgasm, my head dipping so low my nose brushes his trimmed pubes.
That’s all it takes, and he’s feeding me his cum, spilling down my open throat.
I swallow and swallow some more, every pulse of his hot release coating the inside of my mouth. His body quakes and shudders beneath me, and I hear Lauren whimpering as they kiss through it all. Finally, his body is spent, and I pop off his cock.
His body goes lax, practically melting into the mattress.
“He says he’d tip you, but his wallet is in the other room. He’s too spent to move.”
I chuckle, sitting up and wiping the last of his orgasm from my lips with the back of my hand. “Likely excuse.”
Lauren presses a chaste kiss to his forehead before climbing off him and slipping into her robe. “Stay put, I’m going to go get a washcloth. If, for nothing else, just to get a layer of sweat off. Let me take care of you.” She fixes us both with a pointed look.
Caleb sits up and curls his finger, beckoning me to come hither.
I crawl up the bed and plant my ass right next to his, leaning—chests still rising and falling as we catch our breaths—back against the headboard.
He reaches over, angling my chin towards him, and tilts his head up to kiss me.
Nothing serious or intense, just… appreciative, if I had to venture a guess.
“I love the way I taste when it comes from your lips,” he notes, his tongue darting out over his own.
I grin, staring off into space. “Some of it was mine. I did clean myself off of you first.”
“Even better.”
I blink down at him. “We do make a pretty good team, don’t we?”
He smiles and nods, looking down at his lap. “We do. Think we were always going to be inevitable, one way or another?”
I think on that for a minute. They say when you love something you can let it go, and if it comes back, it must be meant to be, right?
Something along those lines, anyway. Regardless, I haven’t let go of his response to my attempt at an apology I made a while back, the one about me being sorry for not letting him in before.
We needed the time apart to grow and mature, I see that now.
If we had never broken up, or whatever you want to call it, I honestly don’t think we would have panned out well together.
He was wild and carefree; I was dedicated to my family.
Sometime during our years apart, he settled down.
Whether that was because of the accident or from starting a family of his own, I’m not sure.
Either way, now that we’ve had some time apart, I think we’ll be stronger together because of it.
“Fate sure is something,” I agree with him, since I know he is a big believer in all that.