Chapter Twenty-Two #3
I shake my head. “I know you’ve only been with Marcus. I’ve only been with Marcus too, obviously, and I had my tubes tied after Brody…”
“I love you, and you know if you change your mind, you know, during, I won’t be upset, babe.”
“I know,” I say, puffing out an anticipatory yet relieved breath.
Yeah, I know, make that make sense, right?
“Hold on,” Caleb tells me before coaxing my hands up onto his shoulders.
He bends, reaches back, and palms my ass, lifting me up off the shower floor. I wrap my legs around him, hooking my ankles behind his back. Caleb grins as his lips ghost over mine, and he presses my back against the cool tile wall, positioning me right above his straining erection.
“Fast or slow?” I feel him mouth the words, featherlight on my lips.
“Fast. God, fast. Please, Caleb.”
He nods, dipping in to nip at my jaw while I sink onto his slippery length in one go. I suck in a breath, marvelling at the size difference between him and Marcus. Caleb’s cock is damn girthy, and it takes me a moment to adjust to the size.
Perceptive as hell, Caleb doesn’t move until I finally give him the go-ahead. “You can move, baby.”
His body trembles as he starts to thrust. I don’t believe it’s because of the strain of having to hold me up either.
I think it’s because he’s overwhelmed with sheer pleasure.
I curse myself for momentarily wishing I could hear a groan or something to confirm it.
The more we do this, the more I’ll be able to interpret his body language with more certainty, I’m sure.
And I sure do want more of this.
Goddamn, he feels amazing.
I find myself looking down, marveling at the sight of our bodies joined—where he’s pumping up into me, and all I’m feeling is bliss. Not terror. Not anguish. No feelings of self-consciousness or self-loathing.
With every thrust, he’s tearing down the walls I’ve built to safeguard myself. My toes curl as he simultaneously fucks me with as much enthusiasm as he promised and tenderly presses kisses down the side of my neck, inhaling me when his nose lands in the dip of my collarbone.
“This feels amazing, Caleb,” I assure him, which only serves to ratchet up his intensity. I slide my hands further down his back, readjusting my grip, holding on tightly with my nails digging in.
Suddenly, his body tenses, his cock growing impossibly thicker within me.
He buries his face into the crook of my neck even further, gently biting and sucking on my collarbone, as I feel warmth bloom inside me.
His cock throbs and pulses, and he pumps even harder as his hot release fills my insides.
The sight of his undoing does it for me. A wave of white-hot ecstasy crashes over me, and my vision starts to blur.
“I’m g-gonna—Oh my god, Caleb—”
He grips me tighter, giving me everything he’s got, though I’m sure he’s got to be getting tired.
He presses me harder up against the wall, making sure I don’t slip out of his grasp.
Suddenly, my walls clamp down around him and I shudder and tremble my way through my own orgasm, all the while crying out his name.
My unabashed whimpering echoes off the shower walls, filling the bathroom with my cries of pleasure. When I’ve finally ridden out all the aftershocks, Caleb gently sets me down, making sure I’m righted and stable on my feet before removing his hands from my waist so he can talk.
“That was amazing,” he tells me. “I love you so much, Lauren. Thank you, truly, thank you for trusting me.” He runs his fingers through my hair, ridding me of the loose strands that haphazardly clung to my face.
Then, without another word—and without protest from me, because I’m still shaky on my legs—he picks me up, bridal style, and lifts me out of the shower, setting me down on the bathmat. He spins and grabs my robe, wrapping me up in it, caring for me first before toweling off himself.
“I think we should go out and do something today, just me and you, since Brody and Marcus will be out most of the day.”
“Oh? What do you have in mind?”
“Not sure yet, since, you know, it might be a little awkward if I get outed taking Marcus’ Lauren out on a date.”
I giggle, but inside my heart flutters at the consideration he has about coming out with our relationship before Marcus is ready to.
I know that they’ve had their hang ups over it in the past, but like Caleb said before, he’s changed a great deal from who he was back then.
Besides, at this point, I don’t think it’s a matter of if Marcus will ever come out, but when, and I think Caleb can sense that too. He’s remaining patient, nonetheless.
I never thought I’d have this. I never thought I’d reach a point where I’d be comfortable enough with freely giving over myself to anyone other than Marcus or my toys.
And I certainly wouldn’t have thought that I’d find myself in a throuple, having developed feelings enough to let anyone into our lives the way I have with Caleb.
With him came Cameron too, however, and the family unit we’ve become is nothing short of epic, in my opinion.