Chapter 36 Evan
EVAN
Caleb stares back at me with dilated eyes as I try to calm my heaving chest. “I’m going to pleasure you now, okay?”
I swallow with a slow nod. “Okay.”
“You tell me to stop if it gets too much. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal.”
He buries his head into my neck and hums softly. “Then let’s get these clothes off.”
Once my T-shirt and shorts are on the floor, I’m in nothing but my boxers.
“I’m all dirty from training,” I say as he lays me back against his bed, and I cringe at contaminating his sheets.
Caleb scoffs and removes my boxers with ease. “You think I give a fuck about that when you’re here, naked on my bed?”
My cheeks heat painfully as he leans over me. “You’ll need to wash them.”
“Yeah,” he grunts. “I will when you make a fucking mess all over them.”
I exhale a ragged breath as he kneels on the bed and grabs my hips. He twists me so I’m sitting in his lap with my legs spread and his chest pressed up against my back.
“As soon as you feel like you’re gonna come,” he whispers into my neck, “you tell me.”
“Okay, I will.”
Caleb’s hand fists my cock, and I groan out loud. My head falls back against his chest as I watch his fingers move up and down my length. I bury my teeth into my bottom lip as I wiggle my hips for extra friction.
He starts slow before building up the pace until I’m trembling in his hold. My mouth parts, and I release a long breath, my heart pounding in my throat.
“C-Caleb,” I blubber pathetically, already feeling on the edge. “I’m close.”
Then he stops, and I whine in protest.
“You want to come?”
I’m nodding like a mad man.
“Then tell me you deserve to be touched like this,” he whispers as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.
For a moment, I pause, my mouth parting, but no words escaping.
“Say it, Evan.”
“I—” The word dies on my tongue.
“To feel pleasure. To let go,” he carries on.
My eyes burn as he continues to kiss along my neck, trailing shapes over my thigh with his spare hand.
“I can’t,” I choke.
“Not good enough.”
This time, he drops my cock completely, and I almost scream in protest. “No.”
“Then tell me that you deserve this, that you’re allowed to feel pleasure.”
My cock throbs as I gnaw on my bottom lip. “I—” I pause for a second. “Deserve to feel pleasure.”
The words are rushed and barely audible. Caleb tuts and brushes my cock with the tips of his fingers in a teasing manner, but it’s not enough. I need so much more.
“Say it like you mean it,” he says before nipping at my shoulder.
I suck in a breath as my legs tremble with my orgasm brewing. “I deserve to feel pleasure.”
“Good boy,” he coos as he wraps his hand around my cock again, and I sigh desperately in relief.
Yeah, I’m a sucker for praise because I’m leaking with those words.
“What else do you deserve?”
My eyes swim with tears as he drags his mouth down the column of my throat and starts to stroke me once more.
“To feel…” I trail off.
“To feel what?”
When I don’t answer quickly enough, he pauses again and again. My head rolls to the side as I attempt to thrust my hips up into his fist. He tuts at me and releases my cock. I’m burning up, needing to finish.
“Caleb, please,” I whine.
He grunts, and it’s the hottest sound I could possibly hear.
“Talk to me, baby. Do you want to stop?”
“No,” I choke out. “Please.”
“Then tell me what you deserve.
“I deserve to let go,” I call out loudly.
“Yeah,” he rasps. “You deserve to let go.”
My eyes fall into the back of my head, and I drink in his words as his hands return to stroke me over and over as my orgasm builds. My legs squirm against his. I’m so close I can fucking taste it.
“Tell me you deserve to be happy.”
“I—”
“Say it.”
My chest releases a quivering breath as he massages his thumb into my sweet spot.
“I–”
“Come on, baby. I know you can do it. Show me.”
A tear falls from my eye at the pleasure from his tender yet dominant words.
“I deserve to be happy.”
“That’s right,” he murmurs with satisfaction. “You always have.”
He removes himself from me, and I glance over my shoulder to find him grabbing a bottle of lube from his bedside table “Get on all fours,” he orders, and I do as he says and spread my legs.
I quiver as he squeezes it onto my hole.
“You want my fingers, pups?”
I whine. “Yes, please.”
“Because you deserve it.”
“Because I deserve it.”
Caleb’s eyes dilate as I speak, his gaze gravitating to my throbbing, swollen cock. “I think someone deserves to come, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
He grunts in response and slowly pushes one finger inside me. I grip onto his sheets, releasing a low scream of pleasure as he begins to pump, sinking lower and lower until it’s fully seated inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry.
“Mm,” he grunts. “Fucking swallowing me whole.”
I chew on my mouth until I can taste blood. Then he enters another finger, stretching me wide. I bite down on the sheets to muffle my moan, but he leans forward and grips my hair from the back and tilts my head.
“No,” he groans. “None of that. Let me hear it.”
“Caleb,” I gasp when he starts to pump quicker.
Sweat beads across my forehead until I’m a moaning mess.
“Oh, Goddess.” He presses his fingers into my prostate. “Look at your legs trembling. Look how badly you want this.”
Tears sting my eyes as I choke on a sob. Everything starts to tingle until I’m filled with heated pleasure. I grind my cock into the bed as he continues to fuck my ass with his fingers.
“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck my bed.”
Caleb leans over me, his weight making me more aroused as I listen to his heavy breathing in my ear.
“Perfect,” he purrs.
My hips move forward as I grind my cock against his soft sheets and don’t stop until I’m practically humping it. Caleb’s fingers slide in and out until they’re as deep as they can go.
“Ugh,” I whimper. “Feels so good. Don’t stop.”
As I thrust forward and back, impaling myself on Caleb’s fingers, I’m drowning in fulfilment. I do deserve this. I deserve to feel wanted. I deserve to let go.
He wraps his arm around the front of my shoulders, locking me in place as my breathing becomes erratic. My eyes roll back as my orgasm tears through my body, leaving nothing but bones in its wake.
“Oh, fuck,” Caleb moans as I explode across his bed and thrust back on his hand rapidly. “That’s it, fuck my fingers. Show me who deserves this.”
I cry out his name, over and over, until my throat becomes hoarse.
I’m still shuddering from my climax as he slides his fingers from me and leaves a kiss against the base of my neck.
“Holy—” I gasp, trying to come back down to Earth. “I made a mess.”
“Good,” he grunts in my ear before biting down on my lobe.
“Good?”
I twist my head over my shoulder to look at him. He studies my flushed cheeks and smiles smugly. “Yeah, I like knowing I can make a mess of you.”
Internally, I’m screaming at his confident words.
“Are you okay?” he whispers as he leans down to kiss me.
“Yeah,” I say as I catch my breath. “T-that was so hot.”
“You deserve so much.” He kisses my hairline. “And I’m going to make you believe it.”
“I’ve never felt anything that intense,” I confess.
Caleb nuzzles my face, my curls brushing his cheeks. “Edging, baby. It makes you fucking crazy. Did you enjoy it?”
“A lot.” I blush.
He smiles as he pulls back an inch. “Good. Come on, let’s shower,” he says before beckoning his head to the bathroom. “I wanna look after you.”
Before I can protest, he has me up in his arms and walks me towards his en-suite. Water crashes around us, and he lathers my body with soap until I’m floating through space and time, wondering how the hell I ended up with this amazing man.