🔞🧵 | 5 minutes won’t hurt | DAA Caleb 🍎
(AU: You & Caleb had no shared childhood)
“Will 10 more minutes really hurt?” you whine, fingers curling into Caleb’s shirt.
“Don’t make this harder than it already is for me. Please.”
His voice is strained because he knows you won’t need much more to make him stay.
He only meant to drop off food. He hasn't asked you over to his place yet, so he couldn’t cook for you. He didn’t want to risk making you uncomfortable inviting you over.
Last date, he bragged about the Tonkatsu he makes & this was his way of proving it without risking anything. He cooked at home, packed everything neatly, planning to leave it with you before heading to work.
It hadn’t been long since you started dating. A handful of kisses so far, nothing more. He’d barely stepped into your apartment beyond the doorway, just enough to pick you up for dates. This wasn’t supposed to be different.
“As long as you won’t have to rush through traffic later…” you say softly, stepping closer, “…stay a bit longer. 10 minutes is enough.”
“You sure you’ll let me go in 10 minutes?” he asks as you’re already guiding him toward the sofa.
You tilt your head, a slow, knowing smile forming.
“You sure YOU will let go of ME?”
“Right. Because who needs a job?” he scoffs lightly.
“I’ll just have Gideon take over my lessons.”
He says it like a joke, even though he already tried (& failed) to get Gideon to cover for him.
“Let’s settle on 5," he says.
The moment he sits, you reach for your phone.
“Fine! Timer set foooor…. 5 minutes!”
Before he can ask what you’re planning, your knee slips between his thighs as you settle onto his leg, pressing down just enough so he can feel you.
The sound he makes is sharp & involuntary, a broken whimper he can’t swallow in time. His back straightens instantly, heat rushing up his ears. You take his hands before he can hide them, guiding them from clutching the couch to your thighs, until they rest against your waist.
Your hand slide to his throat, not using pressure. Your fingers just slightly curved around his neck. You feel it immediately: his fast pulse, the way his breath stutters as you trace lightly over his Adam’s apple, watching him swallow down nerves he can’t control. He’s a wreck.
You lean closer, your own breath quickening, eyes locked on his. You hold his face, thumb brushing along his lip, and for a moment the tension stretches, unbearable…until you close the distance & pull him into a deep, hungry kiss.
The kiss turns messy fast. Both hungry, uncoordinated, like neither of you knows where to start or stop. One hand at his jaw, the other sliding down to his chest. Fingers pressing and lingering, feeling the softness beneath his shirt, giving his chest a slight squeeze.
He moans into your mouth. So you subtly start dry humping his leg. Although there is nothing dry about you anymore. Every movement pulls another broken sound from him, his hands twitching at your sides like he doesn’t know whether to hold on or push you away.
You don’t let him decide.
“Not gonna touch me back?” you tease, slipping your hands over his to show him where to go. You guide his hands gently & have them brush against your hard nipples.
Caleb couldn’t help the sharp gasp that escaped him, surprise written all over his face with his beautiful eyes all wide. The timer goes off. Neither of you moves.
Your lips are still close, your breath still tangled with his. Then you shift slightly on his leg, just enough to brush against his cock… A slow, knowing look crosses your face. Caleb exhales through his nose, already gone. “…I guess another five minutes won’t hurt.”
Your lips curl faintly. "Yeah...,” you whisper,
“something tells me...” you lean in just enough to almost kiss him again “…leaving is now harder than it already was, huh?”
If it's not your cup of tea then find something else to read.
You were dressed comfortably, wearing a soft floral cami-top paired with some matching shorts. You lean back into the plush grey sectional couch sitting pretzel style. The large TV in front of you was on the weather channel background noise to mask the silence in the home. A little white robot swirled by with a tray of chopped apples and caramel dipping sauce in its possession waiting patiently for you to notice it . Absentmindedly, a soft sigh escapes your lips, your eyes flicker to the analog clock over the television. It's very unusual for the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet to be late. Your stomach growls and your eyes dart down to the tray that was held up by the bot.
“Thanks,” you chimed as you popped a slice of said fruit into your mouth.
As if on cue, The door clicks and groans while being opened. Squelch, wet Black rubber boots groaned noisily against the dry tile floor as he entered. A very familiar gentleman walks in. His left hand removes his cover off of his dampened head. He shakes his head attempting to rid the water that defiantly clung to his dark hair. This caused His brown dampened hair to spike together from the wet gloomy weather outside. In his right robotic arm, he held a wet paper bag that miraculously survived the rain.
"I tried to get here as fast as I could but the downpour was relentless," he let out an aspirated sigh, "I hope you're not upset with me, pipsqueak.”
You jumped up from the couch to greet him at the front door. He was completely drenched in his black uniform from the storm outside. "No, no not at all," you reassured him, retrieving the wet groceries from his possession.
A light chuckle escapes his lips Caleb leans down and gives you a quick peck on the forehead. You beamed up at him warmly. You turn and move away from him headed to the kitchen to set up the wet bag of goodies. You were curious to see what he brought from the supermarket. You remove the contents from the bag onto the counter seeing shellfish, rice, and vegetables.
"I was thinking for dinner we could have paella," he starts as he removes his coat, tossing it to a nearby chair. "We can watch something on Netflix if you're interested. I'm going to take a quick shower and then I'll get started on cooking."
"I can help," You offered while opening one of the drawers to retrieve a knife. He appears behind you, his tall figure hurrying over you quick to remove the knife from your hand.
"I don't want you to get hurt and besides I always cook for us. I don't mind." He insisted, placing the knife next to the vegetables. You scoff annoyed with him crossing your arms over your chest. You scan the tall man before you.
Unfortunately for you His white shirt was molded perfectly against his chest. Everything underneath was almost visible, the valley and contour of his muscles were poorly hidden. His purple eyes looked over to the couch; noticing that the robot was holding up the metallic tray with chopped fruits. He starts, "But if you're hungry now I can cook-"
"I'll finish eating up the rest of the apple slices while you shower. I know the weather was completely unexpected."
He reaches out with his left hand and pinches your nose giving you a teasing smile. “Wait for me,” you playfully swat his hands away, sticking your tongue out at him.
True to his word Caleb takes a quick shower and is already in the kitchen before you knew it. He was shirtless sporting the notorious, dark, and grey sweatpants. His muscles were exposed freely, the sharp v line disappeared dangerously under his waistband. His charcoal metallic arm was on display with him in all his glory. You tried to act normal in an attempt to save face but your heart skipped several beats, every time you sneak a glance at him. You sit at the barstool next to the island watching him work on dinner.
With a towel draped around his shoulders to catch any falling water droplets. He moved gracefully around the kitchen. His motions swift and precise, he moved from the rice cooker, to the stove, chopping vegetables, to checking the stove. The room was filled with the delicious aromas of the cooking dinner.
He added spices and herbs to the pan, stirring the ingredients to ensure they were evenly mixed. Every now and then he'll glance over at you, his eyes studying your form, making sure you're still comfortable.
You're practically salivating already from the smell of all the foods that conjoined together in that single pan. You see his biceps at work stirring the pan with the shellfish, rice, and veggies. This man is a hell of a hard worker. He can manage a whole fleet. He's always cooking dinner for you. And make sure you were well taken care of at the end of the day. Rain or shine. He was always there for you.
Caleb scoops some of the food onto the wooden spoon blowing on it gently to cool it off. He then approaches you offering the first sample “Alright my taste tester,”
You perk up, your eyes lighting up at the sound of being the lucky one for the first taste. You leaned forward and parted your lips as the spoon approached your mouth.
"Mmm," your eyes flutter close as the food melted in your mouth. The flavors of the rice and shellfish burst over your tongue. The rice fluffy and perfectly cooked, with just the right amount of seasoning.
You swallowed and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan of approval. "Oh my God, this is so good. My compliments to the chef.”
The fawn haired man winks down at you and laughs, “I'll let the chef know you sent him your best regards.” He plates the food carefully so as not to make a mess in the kitchen. He serves you a plate. Next Caleb made himself a plate and places it next to you.
You both sat next to each other at the barstool next to the island. The air between you was comfortable and familiar. You savored the food he made. Caleb ate next to you, every now and then he'd glance over at you, observing the way you bit into the food and hummed in approval.
You could feel his gaze on you, his eyes studying your every move. He leaned in close, the heat from his body radiating against your skin. "So...I have the next two days off," he stated.
“You do?” You asked with a mouthful of food, “How’d you manage that?”
“I am the Colonel after all” He reminds you, “I figured we can use the time and spend it together.”
“Wow, abusing your position as Colonel to just to skip work.” you teased wagging your eyebrows at him “do your superiors know about this about you?”
He chuckled and shook his head, amused by your teasing. "Shush, it's not abusing my position. It's called using vacation days, pipsqueak. And besides, I have the right to enjoy a break every now and then. Or aren't you excited to spend more time with me?"
Caleb leaned in closer, his breath fanning across your face as he smirked at you. "Besides, I'm sure the fleet won't crumble without me for a few days.”
“Well, who said I wanted to spend time with you?” You retort carefully, removing yourself from the barstool and away from his touch. You take your plate and put it in the sink. Making your way back to the grey couch in the living room.
He watched you as you left the stool and walked away to the living room. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he was amused by your act of defiance. He couldn't help but find it cute how you tried to play hard to get
"Oh, is that right?" he chuckled as he followed you to the living room, his strides long and purposeful. He took a seat next to you on the couch, his muscular frame settling on the cushion. "But isn't that why you always cling to me?”
“Me cling to you?” You gasp dramatically, “isn't it the other way around?” You purposely scooted away from him to the furthest seat on the couch. As if to be extra dramatic you grab a cushion and place it noticeably between you and your childhood best friend. As if it would be the perfect barrier to keep him away from your tiny figure.
He stifled a laugh at your theatrical display. He leaned back against the couch, arms lazily resting against the back of the furniture. "Oh, really now? And who's the one who always sneaks into my bed in the middle of the night, seeking comfort because they're afraid of the lightning outside?”
“That was a long time ago!” You stammered annoyed that your face was burning up mortified. Literally, last night you crawled into his bed scared of the storm outside. You didn't like to sleep alone during the bad weather you never had. Caleb made it a habit to call you during bad weather just to talk to you. He had a way of making you feel comfortable. You reach over to the coffee table and grab the remote. With the click of a button you switched the TV from the news to Netflix.
Quickly changing the embarrassing topic you prompted, “Are we in the mood for something Spooky? Romantic? Or Funny?”
He watched you fiddle with the remote, amused by your attempt to change the subject. He knew he struck a nerve and he couldn't help but tease you further. "Oh, so you're just going to ignore the fact that you're still a scaredy-cat?"
He chuckled, giving you a crooked smile . "But, fine, we'll change the subject. As for what mood we're in tonight... How about we watch something scary and then a cheesy romantic comedy after?”
You nod in agreement your locks messily falling out of the bun , "Something Scary and then something funny." You shift your body to the right of couch stretching your legs out and resting them over Caleb laps. He casually rests both his hands on to them. He chuckled softly, feeling the familiar weight of your legs on his lap. He welcomed it, his hands automatically moving to rest on your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. He'd grown used to this gesture of yours, and he didn't mind one bit.
You clicked on a horror movie a random horror movie about Ghosts Haunting a Home. ..
His hands instinctively begin moving, lightly massaging your thighs in soothing circles. He was aware of each movement of your muscles, reacting accordingly to any tension he felt.
As the movie progressed he noticed that you were getting more and more tense. Despite your earlier statement that the scary movie didn't bother you, he knew that you were on edge. Every jump scare had you gripping onto the armchair, your legs involuntarily twitching in his lap.
The movie was getting intense to the point of where you a Hunter were getting squeamish. You bit the bottom of you lip. Your heart was pounding like a race horse on a track. Icy cold sweat crept up behind your neck. You gasped at the doomed woman on screen who picked up the disconnected landline that was ringing.
You knew the jumpscare was going to happen. Caleb felt your muscles tense up in anticipation, your body language betraying your attempt to feign nonchalance. His hands instinctively grip your thighs tighter, his touch warm and firm. It was all too obvious what was going on.
"Scared?" he whispered, amusement creeping into his voice. He knew he was right, but he couldn't help but tease you just a little bit. You jumped at Caleb's question. He purposely distracted you from the building jumpscare. He felt a pang of guilt when he looked over to your petrified figure. Tears poking at the corner of your waterline. "N-no." You whimpered, obviously lying as you tore your gaze from the screen in front of you. A high pitch scream followed just to prove you wrong. And if on cue the weather outside joined in the cruel joke letting a crack of lightning filled the room with thunder chasing it.
The thunder outside only added to the atmosphere, and you switched your grip onto the red Apple pillow that you used as a barrier between you and him gripping it even tighter.
He reached over and gently pulled your body towards him, enveloping you in a warm embrace. He could feel your body tremble against his chest as you buried your face into his neck. “Hey, I'm here.”
You instantly melted in his arms. Not all but most of your worries dissipated. He made you feel safe and secure. Whether you want to admit it or not. You didn't have to say it to anyone; it was an obvious secret between you two. With his left hand he tenderly stroked your cheek. His lips found their way back to your forehead. It was a cute attempt to get rid of the bad thoughts of the scary ghosts.
His touch was gentle, reassuring, and you relished the feeling of his large hand on your cheek. You took a deep breath in, inhaling his scent, and it felt like home. You nuzzled into his neck, finding comfort in the strong, familiar presence of his body.
He continued to hold you closely, his hand on your cheek moving down to cup your chin, slowly tilting your head up so that your eyes could meet his. His gaze was soft, filled with concern and affection as he studied your face…
You peer up into his dark purple eyes under your lashes. You felt his breath brush gently against your face. He always knew what you were feeling and thinking. You could have sworn that he was a telepathic when you were both kids. His body radiated so much heat you felt like a cookie baking in the oven. You timidly lick your bottom lip unsure of what to do. "Hm?" He hums arching an eyebrow.
The sound of his hum sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel the air becoming thick with tension. He wasn't oblivious to the way you subconsciously ran your tongue along your lip, it captured his attention. His gaze flickered downward, fixated on the movement, and he felt his own heart quicken in response.
He reached up and ran his thumb gently over your bottom lip, the touch feather-light and teasing. his breath was shaky and unsure. lightly brushing over your plump lips. he was desperate to kiss you. but he wouldn't dare crossed that line until you were sure in your decision with him
"What?" You whisper ever so carefully frightened to shatter this moment and ruin it forever. You stared into his beautiful deep purple eyes your fingers carefully wander from his chest to his neck and just enough to cup his jawline.
His breath caught in his throat, feeling your soft touch against his face. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the sensation of your fingers gently tracing his jawline. It was the first intimate touch he had experienced in a while from you
He opened his eyes again and leaned in closer, his face only inches away from yours. "are you sure you want to cross that line?" He murmured, his voice low and steady, as if the air between you was electrified.
You nod closing your eyes leaning into his lips. Your heart is pounding loudly in your ears and through your ribcage. Butterflies threatened your tummy.
He felt the small nod of your head, and that was all he needed. He closed the distance between the two of you, his lips gently capturing yours in a soft kiss. His actions were tender and hesitant, as if he was trying to memorize the feeling of your lips against his. He pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss just enough to meet your gaze. He gently cupped your face, his thumb running over your cheek.
His voice cracked as he whispered, “I’ve wanted to do that for ages…”
“Do it again,” you gently ordered him, through half hooded eyes. This time you snaked an arm around his neck. You used your other hand to draw his lips to your own. Your body reacted so naturally to his touch. You pressed your breasts against his chest as your plush thighs saddle him. His robotic arm clumsily grasps at your waist drawing you deeper into him. His left hand kneads mindfully against your bottom. The thin shorts were so flimsy he could practically feel your ass under his touch.
A low moan escaped his lips as he felt your body pressed up against him, the thin fabric of your shorts against his fingers igniting something primal within him. He continued to kiss you, deeper and more urgently this time. His grip on your waist tightened as he angled your chest against him and his hips, grinding into you. The feeling of your weight on his lap only heightened his desire for you.
He parted from the kiss, his breath hitched as he leaned his forehead against yours, trying to keep his composure. "You feel so good," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “Let me make you feel good.”
You lifted your floral top with shaky hands(from the rush), revealing your mounds to him. He latched his watering mouth on to your bud. His gaze was gradually growing dark as he greedily sucked away. Your taste was electric, igniting a fire within him that he had long suppressed. He pulled you even closer, his left hand slipping under your cami top to feel the bare skin of your lower back. You light whimpers fused him on and on. He lapped slow and torturous swirls with his tongue. With a lewd pop he sloppily removes himself only to return the other neglected half. He assisted you in removing the damned clothing piece.
His hands were greedy as they roamed, exploring the curves and valleys of your body. Your whimpers only fueled his desire. He was a desperate man, craving your presence like a drowning man craves air.
He shifted you gently, laying you down on the couch. His body was on top of you, his weight pinning you to the cushion. His lips roamed your neck, kissing and biting down until he left a trail of possessive love marks. Each one of them a claim that you were his, and his alone.
“Caleb,” you pathetically sigh, withering against him.
Caleb shifts his weight onto his arms and props himself. Admiring his nifty work. The dark purple, pink, and red marks were strategically placed. Your poor bruised and swollen mouth from his greedy endeavor. Your puffy buds aching for his lips and tongue once more. You were absolutely stunning to him.
You boldly wrap your legs around his waist. Grinding your core against the tint of his sweatpants so shamelessly. You had an unbearable ache between your legs, and it was killing you that he was taking his time to take care of it.
He groaned deeply, the friction and movement of your body against him was almost just enough to push him off the edge of no return. He could feel your neediness, and it only made him want to prolong this moment, to draw out your desire for just a little longer.
He leaned down, his hot mouth at your ear, his voice deep and rough. "You're so impatient, aren't you?"
His hips instinctively bucked into yours, the desire and need evident in the movement.
“Make me feel good then,” you hiss through clenched teeth, attempting to savor his ruts.
You felt his lopsided smile form on his lips while pressed against your earlobe, “Pick a number.” he prompts.
“ Urgh,” you grumble, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his stupid request. Was this another game of his? “I pick seven.”
The gentleman reaches behind his back with both arms, taking a firm grasp on your ankles, and reluctantly freeing himself from your legs. You begin to protest by resisting him, you couldn't shake or slip out of his iron grip on your legs.
“Stop squirming,” he barked sternly and suddenly your legs parted nice and wide open for him. You couldn't close them no matter how hard you tried. Your lower half weighed like a ton leaving you immobilized under him. This dummy was using his Evol on you!
Caleb lazily tugged your shorts to the side, “Ah!” You winced from an icy sensation resting on your clit. His metallic thumb was rubbing small circles.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he paused to gauge your reaction.
His thumb continued its slow, torturous gentle circles, applying just the right amount of pressure for you. The feeling was overwhelming for you, every nerve in your body was on fire. "Ah, Caleb, it doesn't hurt, it feels...it feels fine." Your words came out in between labored pants, each one a desperate plea for more.
He was amused watching you closely, his eyes locked onto your face, studying every little twitch or whimper that escaped from you. His free hand was gently massaging your inner thigh, his fingers drawing random patterns on the sensitive skin. He didn't need to hold you down; his Evol and imagination solved that issue for him.
"Feels so good. More please." You managed to say.
He let out a soft chuckle, his eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Patience,” he said and his thumb slowly pushed his fingers inside you.
"Oh, god, yes!”You groaned, trying to squirm under him, but it was all in vain. He had you at his mercy, and there was nothing you could do about it.
His touch was cold against your most sensitive area, a sharp contrast to the heat that was building inside you. You could hear your own voice, a breathy sigh. Your head tossed back as your face contorts in ecstasy.
His fingers curled inside of you and he leaned in. His head at the level of your breast once again. "Look at me." He smiles cruelly as his gaze darkened with lust and possessiveness. You peer down looking at his satisfied grin.
“Good girl,” he praised when you followed the order. His hardwire fingers slipped past your soaked lips and began to repeatedly assault a sweet spot in your spongy core. Even though he couldn't feel you with his part; he made damn sure you felt him.
You abruptly cried out to him. The heated coil in your tummy is too much to bear. Your muscles clamp down on his digits. Your back arches up Caleb uses his other hand to ground you down back onto the couch his fingers buried deep in you. Coaxing your every being to him.
“Look at me,” he orders, “look at me when you cum.” Your vision blurred when you locked your hues with his. “That's my good girl.”
He withdraws his fingers from your core when he's certain you finished. Your juices coated shamelessly on his digits. Your musk and arousal are beyond evident. He brushed your hair out from sticking to your face. “That's One.” You couldn't process what he said. Your ears are ringing, you're still trapped in your heady high. Body tingling in a blissful state. You silently cursed yourself for not crossing this line with this man sooner.
Your legs were still splayed open. He saw the white flimsy fabric stick to your excitement. Unfortunately, it was blocking his complete view. So with that he made short work of it by ripping it off. You wanted to protest and shout at him for doing that to you but you just couldn't organize your thoughts in time.
“I'll buy you as many of these as you want,” he promised. Cold metallic fingers find themselves back at your core once more. A light buzz fills the air. “Ah!” You moaned, tossing your head back. His fingers were vibrating and generously spoiling your selfish cunt.
“My goodness,” He coos mockingly, “Look at this mess you're making.” You were absolutely trapped underneath him and his mercy. Your lips puffy and pink. You scrunched your face and bite your bottom lip muffling your sweet sounds from him. Tears threaten to spill from the corner of your eyes, all because he effortlessly guided you to another release.
His dick ached at the sight of your blissful demise. You had beads of sweat frame your pretty face. Your face flushed and pink. Your love drunk gaze drinking in his awe struck face . Your chest heaving up and down and up and hard on the down when he touched just the right spot to bring you undone. His two digits were three knuckles deep inside you vibrating away. The sound of your sopping wet pussy encourages him to do more. He grins watching you fall apart.
“Caleb-” you cried out sobbing looking up at him, “ I'm cumming, I'm cumming,” You felt your walls quake finally imploding around his digits once more. You muscles clamped on to him. He quickens his fingers and his thumb circles roughly against your bud to push you just enough to make you feel good.
“What a good girl,” he purred, watching your eyes roll into the back of your head. He noted that you were obediently cute. You tried to look at him as you released just as he directed you to do in your first one, “That's Two. I need a few more from you.” he shows you the wet mess you made on his robotic hand.
Your chest was heaving heavily. More? He wanted more from you? You felt hot burning tears run down your face. You couldn't close your legs together to catch a break. He kisses your tears away and you nuzzle into his touch relishing it. He brought his right arm up to his mouth, sucking down your essence. Your juices glistening on his lips. He moves back to you kissing you harder and hungrily. You taste yourself on him.
“Yeah, Give me one more,” he said huskily, “One more.”
By now you were a hot mess. Tears stained your flushed face. You came several times. The couch was soaked. You were babbling incoherent nonsense to him. “It's too much”, “No more please”, and “I feel good,” And he was just on top of you savoring your fucked out expression the entire time commiting everything to memory. Caleb nodded along with whatever nonsense you spewed to him in your stupor haze. His fingers drawing out more orgasms from your poor pussy, like a magician pulling out endless magical tricks from his hat.
“Sweetness, we're at seven.” he smiles, how he managed to still stay hard and not ruin his sweatpants was a mystery beyond him. Perhaps it was because He IS the colonel after all, very patient and well disciplined. And he sure as hell wasn't going to embarrass himself in front of you. You're too gone to notice the vibrations from his hand had stopped.
The two of you finally made it to seven. Caleb removes his grey sweatpants, his self restraint a miracle. A bead of precum sits at the top of his heavy pulsing rod. “You're going to feel so good when I'm through with you.” he slurs shuffling towards you.
He went over and beyond with making sure you were wet and ready for him. You should be able to take him without any issues. Caleb uses his left hand and collects your drool that ran down your chin. He coats his dick in it, triumphantly angling himself along your entrance.
The Evol finally dissipates. However, your legs felt heavy like cinder and you were unable to close your legs together. You couldn't muster up the strength to do it. He forced his bulbous tip past your soaked cunt. Stars threaten to fill your vision as you feel him penetrate. He oh- so- slowly stretched out you with ease He wasn't met with any resistance with how he slipped in. He sucked his breath in astonishment with the way your gummy walls clenched on to him. As if to finally welcome him home. This was more than what he dreamed of. Slightly shifting his hips he felt your squishy muscles suck him in further as if begging him not to pull out. Who was he to deny your body its wishes? He peppered your face with kisses praising how well you, his good girl, took him.
He couldn't stop himself from pounding your abused and spoiled little pussy. It started with one greedy and thorough thrust- leading to another. Whoops and another. It just wasn't enough for him. He slung both your legs on each side of his shoulders. Hips meet against the plush from the back of your thighs, skin upon skin echoes loudly in the room. Your sweet cries encourage him to go on. His firm grip pulling your lower half back to him harder and harder. “I just want to make you feel good,” he groans to you through half hooded eyes, “That's all.”
He's deeper than before. How was it possible for each thrust to be deeper than the last? Your hands splay across his well built pelvis in an attempt to ease the pounding he's giving you. He hits a delicious spot to where you balled your hands into fist savouring his thick length. “Ah!” you sobbed.
Caleb snatched one of your hands and placed it on his cheek nuzzling into your touch. His lips part and you slip your thumb into mouth lost in the moment. What an unholy sight to behold. Caleb's gaze was cast down on your lustful bouncing breasts. He suckled at your thumb while melting at your touch. Tongue swirled hungrily around your thumb. Your pussy was taking quite a beating from him. The bed whines and rocks with his starved desperate movements.
“Caleb,” you warned, crying out to him as a new set of tears spill from the corner of your fluttering lashes. “I can't hold it.”
He hums in response to your urgent outburst. He was a true pilot. Just as he promised you from when he was in college. He kept his words and took you to see the stars as they polluted your vision of him. Hell maybe it was the tears. But you did what he instructed you to do. You willed yourself pass the tears and the blurry vision. Finally finding his beautiful eyes zeroed down on you.
“Oh, you're so close,” he rasped, pushing out your thumb from his mouth. “I can feel it.”
He bites down on the palm of your hand. You're a panting mess. An arch forms along your back, your chest up to him, and breasts in his face. Your toes behind his back curled up just attempting to hold back. Your muscles quake once more and clamp down on him harder than ever before. Thankfully your pussy milks him just as hard as he fucked you senselessly.
“Be my good girl and cum,” Caleb grits his teeth and curls forward. He's chasing his release and pushing you further to enjoy yours. He stills and a shudder rack through his entire body. A lovely low groan fills your ears. Suddenly, a warm tingly sensation spills in your stuffed cunt. He filled you up to the brim cum leaking out the base of his cock of where you two were intimately connected. “That's my girl.”
You're spent. Exhausted. Drained. In a daze as the man before you examines your face and body. He made a mess out of you and was absolutely proud of it. Hickeys that decorated your body. Messy hair. But damnit you were still beautiful and sturdy. He pulls up his sweats and tugs you towards his body. That way you're bare and laying on top of him resting. The two of you lounge on the sofa relishing in the afterglow.
“You did so good for me.” He coos softly, running his fingers through your tangled hair and down your sticky back. He pressed feather-like kisses against your scalp. “Let's rest for a while and then we'll take a bath together, yeah?”
You hum lazily in agreement as a yawn parts from your mouth, “Okay.”
Let's begin, Princess. You stand at the precipice of a grand ballroom, the shimmering lights of Philos casting a warm glow on your playful smile. You are a Princess, the darling of the court, known for your bright laughter and even brighter spirit - a stark contrast to the stoicism usually expected of royalty. Across the room, a figure stands sentinel, more a force of nature than a man. That is Caleb, your knight, your protector, woven into the very fabric of your life since childhood. He is the embodiment of strength, sculpted muscle beneath polished armor, a smoldering intensity in his gaze that sets whispers fluttering among the ladies. They call him breathtaking, devastatingly handsome - and they wouldn't be wrong.
But to you, Caleb is simply... Caleb. In the bustling halls of the palace, he addresses you with utmost formality, "Your Majesty," a deep rumble that vibrates through the very air. Yet, steal away to the secluded gardens, or the quiet sanctuary of your chambers, and the mask melts. Then, you are just "Princess" to him, a familiar, affectionate murmur that speaks volumes of a bond forged in shared childhood adventures and unwavering loyalty. What the court does not see, what they are oblivious to in their admiration of the imposing knight and the radiant princess, is the silent language that flows between you two, the glances that linger a fraction too long, the unspoken understanding that binds your souls. Caleb loves you. A love as silent and steadfast as the stars, a secret he guards more fiercely than he guards your life. And tonight, at this grand ball, even amidst the swirling gowns and forced smiles, you feel the weight of that unspoken truth, a silent hum in the air between you.
Part 1
The orchestra swells as you gracefully navigate the dance floor, a kaleidoscope of colors and polite smiles blurring around you. Lord Harrington, a Duke with more land than charm, attempts to steer you into a waltz, his eyes lingering a beat too long on your décolletage. You deflect his advances with a gentle laugh, a playful remark about needing to catch your breath. He is persistent, though, his hand lingering on your waist. Across the room, you feel Caleb's gaze like a physical touch, hot and unwavering. He stands by the wall, a silent guardian, his posture impeccable, yet you can sense the tension radiating from him. His eyes, dark pools in the flickering candlelight, never leave you, tracking your every movement, every interaction. You see the subtle clench of his jaw when the Duke's hand brushes your arm again, the almost imperceptible tightening of his grip on his goblet. Jealousy, a green-eyed serpent, coils around him, though his face remains an impassive mask.
Enough is enough. You excuse yourself from the Duke with a polite curtsy, his disappointment barely concealed behind a veneer of aristocratic charm. As you move away, your eyes find Caleb's again, a silent conversation passing between you. You approach him, your steps light, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Caleb," you say, your voice just loud enough to carry over the music, "Would you be so kind as to escort me back to my chambers? I suddenly feel rather... unwell."
His composure cracks instantly. Worry creases his brow, his eyes darkening with concern. "Your highness? Are you alright?" His formal address is automatic, but the underlying anxiety is genuine.
"Just a touch dizzy," you murmur, placing a delicate hand on your temple. "Perhaps the heat of the ballroom."
Without hesitation, he steps forward, his strong arm a steady presence at your elbow. "Of course, Your Highness. Let us go at once." As you walk, he is a pillar of support, his pace perfectly attuned to yours. You feel secure, protected within his orbit.
The corridor is quieter, the music fading to a distant hum. Caleb sheds his heavy cloak in one fluid motion, the rich fabric falling like dark water. Before you can protest, he gently drapes it around your shoulders, the warmth and scent of him enveloping you. "For warmth, Princess," he murmurs, the informal address slipping out in his concern.
You smile, a genuine, soft smile that reaches your eyes. "Thank you, Caleb." And then, you let your act deepen. You sway slightly, your head swimming just as planned. You let out a soft gasp, your knees threatening to buckle.
In an instant, Caleb is there, his arm scooping you up before you can even stumble. You find yourself cradled against his chest, strong arms holding you securely. You look up into his face, his eyes stormy with worry, the green serpent of jealousy forgotten in the face of your supposed distress.
"Princess!" he exclaims, his voice rough with alarm. He doesn't hesitate, lifting you effortlessly into a bridal carry. Your arms instinctively loop around his neck, your breath catching at the sudden intimacy. He is so close, his warmth radiating through his tunic, the scent of leather and steel and him filling your senses.
"Summon a physician!" he commands, his voice echoing down the corridor. Maids scramble from the shadows, their eyes wide with concern, rushing to obey his order as he strides purposefully towards your chambers, you held securely in his arms.
Part 2
After a flurry of concerned maids and a rather flustered physician who declared you simply overheated and in need of rest (you managed a convincing pale face and a weak voice), you were tucked into your silken sheets. Caleb, ever the dutiful knight, stood guard just outside your chamber doors, a silent sentinel in the dimly lit hallway.
An hour passed, the palace settling into a quiet hush. You called softly, "Caleb?"
The door creaked open almost immediately, and he was there, his imposing figure filling the doorway. "Your Highness? Are you alright? Is there anything you need?" His voice was low, laced with worry.
"Come in, Caleb," you beckoned, gesturing to the chair beside your bed with a languid wave of your hand. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him. He remained standing, stiff and formal, even in the intimacy of your chambers.
"Sit, Caleb," you insisted, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "You look like you're about to face down a dragon, not a slightly overheated princess."
He finally settled into the chair, though still perched on the edge, his gaze fixed on you, searching, concerned. "Are you truly feeling better, Princess?"
"Much better, thanks to your swift action," you said, your smile widening. "Though, perhaps carrying me bridal style was a tad... excessive?" You teased, a mischievous glint in your eyes.
A rare blush crept up his neck, staining his cheeks a delightful shade of crimson. "I... I was concerned for your well-being, Your Majesty." He stammered slightly, the usually unflappable knight momentarily flustered.
You chuckled softly. "Relax, Caleb. I'm just teasing." You leaned forward slightly, your playful demeanor shifting to something softer, more intimate. "Tell me, did you truly think I was about to faint?"
He met your gaze, his eyes locking with yours. The formal façade melted away, replaced by a raw vulnerability that made your heart skip a beat. "I... I was terrified, Princess." His voice was barely a whisper, husky with emotion.
"Terrified?" you prompted gently, intrigued by this glimpse beneath his armor.
He shifted in his chair, uncomfortable with such open emotion. "You are... precious, Princess. The thought of you being harmed..." He trailed off, unable to articulate the depth of his feelings.
Silence settled between you, thick with unspoken words, with years of suppressed emotions. You looked at him, really looked at him. The strong lines of his jaw, the slight scar above his brow, the way his dark hair fell across his forehead - all the familiar details suddenly sharpened, imbued with a new intensity. He looked back at you, his gaze no longer formal, no longer merely protective, but something deeper, something yearning, something that mirrored the ache in your own heart.
The air crackled, the unspoken tension reaching a fever pitch. You leaned forward, drawn to him as if by an invisible force. Your hand reached out, hesitantly, and rested on his arm, the warmth of his skin radiating through his tunic. His gaze dropped to your hand, then lifted back to meet yours, his eyes dark and questioning.
And then, without conscious thought, without hesitation, you leaned in further, closing the space between you. Your eyes fluttered shut as your lips met his.
The kiss was tentative at first, a soft brush of lips against lips, a question and an answer in a single touch. Then, as if a dam had broken, years of unspoken longing poured forth. His lips parted beneath yours, and you deepened the kiss, a soft sigh escaping your lips as his arms came around you, pulling you closer, closer, until there was no space left between you. The world outside your chamber faded away, leaving only the taste of him, the feel of his strong arms, the burning connection that had finally, irrevocably ignited.
Part 3
The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Caleb's hand moved from your arm to cradle the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the angle. Your own hands moved to his shoulders, gripping his tunic, pulling him closer still. You felt the heat of his body against yours, the hard muscles beneath the fabric, the intoxicating scent of him filling your senses.
He broke the kiss, gasping for breath, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was ragged, his voice husky as he spoke, "Hah, Princess..."
Then, he shifted, moving closer still, until he was kneeling beside the bed, his body half-leaning over you. He braced his hands on either side of you, trapping you beneath him, his gaze burning into yours. "Princess," he repeated, his voice thick with emotion, "I... I can't... I've loved you for so long. I can't resist anymore."
He confessed it then, the secret he had guarded for years, the love that had been simmering beneath the surface of duty and formality. The words hung in the air between you, charged with unspoken desire, with years of longing.
And you, breathless and flushed from the kiss, your heart pounding a wild rhythm against your ribs, you looked up at him, at the raw vulnerability in his eyes, and you knew you couldn't deny it any longer. "Caleb," you whispered, your voice trembling, "I... I love you too."
Relief washed over his face, chasing away the tension, replaced by a radiant, almost disbelieving joy. He lowered his head again, his lips finding yours once more, this time with a fierce tenderness, a possessive urgency that made your senses reel.
This kiss was different, deeper, fueled by the open declaration of your shared love. He kissed you with a hunger that mirrored your own, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, then slipping inside, exploring the sweet depths of your mouth. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss, lost in the intoxicating sensation of being held, of being loved, of finally, finally being his.
When you finally broke apart, breathless and giddy, you both dissolved into laughter, light and airy, the release of pent-up emotions bubbling forth. You giggled, burying your face in his shoulder, the sound echoing softly in the quiet chamber. He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that vibrated against you, holding you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you.
For a long moment, you simply lay there, intertwined, breathing each other in, the laughter fading into comfortable silence. Then, as the warmth of his body and the lingering dizziness from your earlier feigned illness began to catch up with you, a yawn escaped your lips.
He instantly tensed, pulling back slightly, his eyes filled with concern. "Princess, you are still unwell," he murmured, misunderstanding your exhaustion.
"No," you said softly, reaching out to cup his face, tracing the strong line of his jaw with your thumb. "I am... happy. And a little sleepy."
Understanding dawned in his eyes, softening his features. He smiled, a tender, loving smile that made your heart melt. "Rest, Princess," he whispered, kissing your forehead gently. "I will stay here."
He settled back beside you, his arm still around you, holding you close. You nestled against him, the warmth of his body a comforting presence. He could have taken you then, in that moment of raw desire and confessed love. But he didn't. He held you, gently, respectfully, his own desires held firmly in check because you were still, in his eyes, "unwell." And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew, with absolute certainty, that you had given your heart to a man who would cherish it, protect it, and love you with a fierceness that burned brighter than any crown.
Part 4
You awoke to the soft morning light filtering through the silken curtains, feeling gloriously rested and... different. A smile bloomed on your lips as you remembered the events of the previous night, the stolen kisses, the whispered confessions, the overwhelming feeling of being loved. You stretched languidly, feeling a lightness in your step, a joy that bubbled up from within.
The maids entered soon after, their usual morning routine taking on a new, almost celebratory air. They fussed over your bath, the scented oils swirling in the warm water, their gentle murmurs and knowing smiles hinting that perhaps they weren't as oblivious to the unspoken tensions between you and Caleb as you had thought.
Dressed in a light, flowing gown of pale rose silk, your hair cascading in soft waves around your shoulders, you felt radiant, vibrant. "Send word to Caleb," you instructed, a playful lilt to your voice. "Tell him I require his... presence."
A few moments later, he appeared at your chamber door, his expression a mixture of concern and anticipation. He stepped inside, his gaze immediately locking with yours. He was dressed in his usual tunic, his hair slightly tousled, his eyes still holding that smoldering intensity that made your heart flutter.
"Princess," he began, his voice low, his eyes scanning you, searching for any sign of lingering illness. "How are you feeling this morning?"
You smiled, a slow, radiant smile that lit up your face. "Much better, Caleb," you said, stepping towards him, your bare feet silent on the plush carpet. You reached out, taking his hands in yours, your fingers intertwining with his. "In fact, I feel... wonderful."
His gaze softened, a smile mirroring yours spreading across his face, chasing away the residual worry. He squeezed your hands gently, his thumb stroking your knuckles. "I am glad, Princess."
And then, he leaned in, his eyes dropping to your lips. He kissed you, softly at first, a gentle exploration, a reaffirmation of the night before. Then, as your own lips parted beneath his, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more demanding.
You blushed, a delightful warmth spreading through your cheeks as you kissed him back, your hands moving to cup his face, drawing him closer. He tasted of morning, of warmth, of him. The kiss went on and on, a silent conversation of desire and unspoken promises.
He broke the kiss, breathless, his forehead resting against yours. "Princess," he murmured, his voice husky with need, "I...hah, last night, I held back because you were unwell. But now..." He trailed off, his eyes searching yours, a question unspoken but clear in his gaze.
You looked at him, at the raw desire in his eyes, the unspoken plea, and your own desire mirrored his. You knew what he was asking, and you wanted it, craved it, yearned for it with every fiber of your being.
You nodded, just a small, almost imperceptible nod, but it was enough.
A low groan escaped his lips, a sound of both relief and anticipation. "Mmh," He kissed you again, fiercely, passionately, his hands moving to cup your face, then sliding down your neck, tracing the delicate line of your collarbone, then lower, to the soft curve of your breasts beneath the silk of your gown.
He pulled back just slightly, his eyes burning into yours, his voice rough with need. "Princess, ah are you sure? Can I...?" He couldn't bring himself to say the words, but the question hung heavy in the air between you. Consent, respect, desire - all intertwined in his gaze.
You nodded again, more firmly this time, your eyes locking with his, your own desire mirroring his. You reached out, your hand tracing the strong line of his jaw, then pulling him closer, whispering against his lips, "Yes, Caleb. Please."
And then, all restraint shattered. He kissed you again, a kiss that was no longer tentative, no longer questioning, but a full-blown assault on your senses. He swept you up into his arms, carrying you to your bed, laying you down gently amidst the silken sheets.
He shed his tunic quickly, his movements urgent, his eyes never leaving yours. He was magnificent, all sculpted muscle and raw masculinity, the warrior stripped bare, vulnerable and powerful all at once. He knelt beside you, his gaze worshipping, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the ties of your gown.
The silk whispered as it slid down your body, revealing you to his gaze. He drew in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening with desire, with awe. "You are... beautiful, Princess," he breathed, his voice rough with emotion.
And then, he was upon you, his body pressing against yours, the heat of him igniting a fire within you. He kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue plunging into your mouth, mimicking the act to come. His hands moved over your body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin, igniting sparks with every touch.
You moaned softly as his lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hand slid between your legs, finding the sensitive nub between your thighs, and you gasped, arching against his touch.
"Caleb...ah," you moaned, your voice breathless, your body arching with need.
He looked at you, his eyes filled with a fierce possessiveness, a burning desire that mirrored your own. "Yes, Princess?" he murmured, his voice rough against your ear.
"Please," you whispered, your hips lifting instinctively towards his hand.
He needed no further encouragement. His fingers worked their magic, driving you wild with pleasure, until you were writhing beneath him, begging for release. And then, finally, he shifted, positioning himself between your legs, his gaze locking with yours.
"Are you ready, Princess?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"Yes," you breathed, your eyes wide with anticipation, with desire, with love. "Yes, Caleb, please."
He entered you then, slowly at first, stretching you, filling you, until he was buried deep within you. You gasped, a sharp intake of breath as pleasure and a slight sting collided. He paused, waiting for you to adjust, his eyes searching yours, filled with concern.
"A-are you alright?" he murmured, his voice low.
You nodded, your breath catching, the initial discomfort giving way to a burgeoning pleasure. "Yes," you whispered, "Mh, Don't stop."
And he didn't. He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm and intensity. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through you, building, intensifying, until you were lost in a sea of sensation. You moaned his name, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your body arching up to meet his every thrust.
"Princess... ah, ahh..." he groaned, his voice ragged, his body slick with sweat. He moved faster, harder, driving you both higher and higher towards the precipice. The world narrowed to just the two of you, the feel of his body inside yours, the rhythm of your movements, the gasps and moans that filled the chamber.
And then, the world exploded. A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over you, consuming you, shattering you into a million pieces and then putting you back together again, stronger, brighter, more alive than ever before. You cried out, your body convulsing around him as you reached your peak.
"Hahh," Caleb followed close behind, his own release a raw, guttural sound as he thrust into you one last time, burying himself deep, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you.
He collapsed on top of you, his weight heavy, his breath ragged against your neck. You held him close, your arms wrapped tightly around him, your bodies slick with sweat, intertwined, inseparable.
After a long, breathless moment, he shifted, rolling to his side, pulling you with him, holding you nestled against his chest. He kissed your forehead, his touch tender, loving. "Princess," he murmured, his voice soft, "Thats amaizing,"
You smiled, a sleepy, contented smile, burying your face in his chest. "So are you, Caleb," you whispered back, your voice husky with sated desire.
He held you close, stroking your hair, kissing your forehead again and again. "I love you," he murmured, the words soft, heartfelt, a promise whispered in the quiet intimacy of your chamber. "More than life itself."
And you looked up at him, your eyes shining with love, your heart overflowing with happiness. "I love you too, Caleb," you whispered back, and you knew, in that moment, that your life, and your love story, had only just begun.
And so our story comes to an end. Epilogues await in Chapters 17 and 18.
Can't believe this is done. Almost 9 months went into this. I'm feeling both relieved and sad that it is done, but I now have freedom to create all kinds of new things that have been rattling around in my brain.
Thank you for coming on this journey with me! 💜
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