27. Callum
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CALLUM
“ I ’m gonna marry that girl,” I announce, just in case anyone here doubted it.
Anyone conscious that is. Olivia’s still not quite certain about it, but she also happens to be deeply asleep, like she only is after taking the sleeping pills her doctor prescribed for anxiety last month.
“I will if you don’t,” Caden retorts.
The horny motherfucker’s fucking salivating. And why wouldn’t he be? Tonight is about him. His present for murdering her dad for her.
Smug asshole.
If I’d thought that’s what she wanted, I would have had it done in November. But to be fair, the way things happened now is safer; as far as anyone looking into it is concerned, I gave him cash and sent him on his way. And no one with the surname Noble traveled to the States last month. Our hands are squeaky clean.
“Damn, that’s one lovely ass,” Caden muses, like he’s never even looked at it before.
To be fair, he’s never had a chance to watch it like this.
She usually sleeps naked, but tonight, she put on one of her naughty little lingerie numbers for us; a see-through black thong with little bows, like she’s a present to unwrap, and a bra to match. She’s passed out on her tummy, one leg folded up, so I can’t properly get a good look at her tits, but I bet we can perfectly see her nipples through it, just like we have a full view of her slit and clit between her legs.
When she told me she wanted to offer herself as a Christmas present for Caden, to thank him for his present to her, I grew hard immediately. The only thing better than to fuck her asleep would be to share her asleep. The fact that she asked me only makes it hotter. She knows who that pussy belongs to.
“Can she take two cocks?” Caden unceremoniously starts to peel his clothes off.
“We’ll find out,” I promise, following his lead.
“That might wake her up.”
“I don’t know—she took the prescription pills. She should be out for most of the night.”
I haven’t actually fucked her in her sleep since October. She didn’t ask me to stop, but I didn’t quite feel like it, while she was vulnerable and so scared. But I know she ignores several of her alarms on the nights when she does take those sleep. Sometimes, even shaking her awake doesn’t work. Not for long. She drawls something unintelligible and crashes again.
“Fuck. How did you get so lucky?” Caden grunts, bending over her, hands palming that gorgeous ass.
I’m generous enough to leave him to it. This is about him, after all. And I have her every night. I sit by her and bring my hand to my cock.
I spoke the truth when I said I don’t really wank, but I’ll make an exception while watching her get worshipped.
Caden takes his time, sniffing her ass, before pushing the panties aside and licking the crack from top to bottom, and lower, towards her pussy. She moans absently as she always does, like she’s having a great dream.
“Fucking hell.” His cock against her leg, he sways his hips to get some friction while he keeps licking her.
Her hips rock back and forth slowly in her sleep, as she instinctively seeks pleasure. She twists on top of the cover, to lie with her back against the mattress, bare to us.
Fuck. I was right. Everything is on display in that lingerie. I immediately bring my hand to her tits as Caden resumes his onslaught on her clit from a new angle.
As I watch him, I wonder what his deal is. I’ve seen him fuck a conscious woman before. He never takes much time on foreplay, especially the giving kind. Yet now he looks like he could spend hours devouring her cunt.
“She’s drenched ,” Caden marvels, sitting up to bring the head of his cock to her entrance.
It’s pierced with a ball on top and a ladder underneath, which I’m told increases pleasure for both parties. I watch him enter her slowly, his eyes riveted on her sleeping form.
Other than her hips moving a little again, there’s no reaction from her.
“Oh god, that pussy’s pulsing around me,” he grunts, sinking in, and out, and in. “But she’s completely asleep.”
Emboldened by her lack of reaction, he grabs hold of her legs, bringing them to his shoulders.
“That’s it. Just stay limp like that for me and take it ,” he orders her, drilling her faster, harder.
My hand deliberately moves slower around my shaft, because if I’m not careful, I’m going to come while watching, when I'd rather be balls-deep inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck ,” Caden chants.
He abruptly drops her limbs and withdraws, climbing over her limp body to aim his cock at her face as he comes, painting her white.
I chuckle. “That was embarrassingly fast.”
“I dare you to last as long,” he says primly. “That damn cunt!”
“Oh, I will.” Not that I did the first time, but I’m used to her. The way her body craves this, even in sleep.
To prove it, I take his place between her legs and ram home. She’s already wet and sensitive, those walls sucking me in, but I have a point to prove, so I take my time.
Caden doesn’t just watch, unlike me; he’s licking her tits, bringing her unmoving hand to his cock and wrapping her fingers around it to wank himself with her help, opening her mouth, then sliding his tip past her lips and filling her with shallow thrusts.
Using her like a doll.
“The camera,” I remind him.
That was part of his present—from me: an old polaroid all set up, waiting to be used on the bedside table.
I think we both forgot it until now.
“Hell yes!” He’s quick to grab it, taking shots of his cock in her mouth, with her face wet with cum, mine in her cunt, her bare stomach.
“Move over, would you?”
I’m almost ready to come, and there’s one thing I meant to try today.
When he scoots a few inches back, I move her to the side, before bringing my cock to her asshole. It’s well and truly used by now, so it lets me in without any protest. I lift her leg, giving Caden full access. He’s quick to catch on, wordlessly sliding back into her pussy.
Oh, god. This is so tight.
We’ve worked up to this for a while. In a way, it’s a bit of a shame she’s not awake for it, but it makes sense to do it this way: the next time we’ll do it, her body will be used to it, though her mind will likely still need adjustment.
I make a point to push in when he withdraws, setting a rhythm that drives me fucking insane. The friction of a good fuck, but multiplied by the fact that there’s another cock across the slim wall between her holes.
And she fucking sleeps through it like a good girl.
We race each other, both of us refusing to give in first, railing her pussy and ass until we’re both painting, swearing, sweating.
I can’t take it anymore; I come, not even ashamed to be first. No; he stopped moving too, filling her at the same time as I did.
Holy shit.
We’re so doing this again.
I roll onto my back to catch my breath.
“I think I’d die of a heart attack inside of a year if I had that in my bed every night,” Caden wheezes.
I laugh.
“Wait until she wakes up.”
He doesn’t. He fucks her again twice, taking her ass, and then her pussy again, before falling asleep.
I stay up, though, watching the wonder in my bed. I want to know the moment she shows signs of waking, so I can fill her cunt again.