dry humping caleb until he cums in his pants!!!
because when you're making out, or even just kissing, he's immediately going to get a hard on.
you're in his lap, his hands are gripping your hips, holding on for dear life. you're both breathing heavy, tongues are colliding, it's sloppy but in the best way possible. then you move to start kissing his neck, something you haven't done before, but you wanna just test the waters, see if he's into it.
and oh he's into it. you feel a bulge underneath you, pressing hard against your clothed center. you start slow, feeling him out. this isn't something you've done with him yet, and you want to just relish the feeling of him against you, even if it is through layers of clothes.
“does this feel good?” you're genuinely asking, sucking gently right where his jawline meets his neck. caleb lets out a quiet whimper, at the question? at the feeling? probably both.
you start to rock back and forth on him, creating slight friction. “it must feel good, you're already hard for me.”
this makes him moan fully. is it embarrassing that he's already rock hard and all you've done is kiss his neck and make out with him for a bit. but it's you and you're all he's ever wanted and he can't fully wrap his mind around that fact that you want him just as much as he wants you and god you feel so good.
his hands grab onto your hips tighter, helping you rock back and forth now, helping you pick up the pace. you want to take your time but very quickly you start to speed up, chasing the pleasure. he's vocal, more vocal than you thought he'd be as he lets you take control, lets you use him—his cock—to get yourself off
you're bucking your hips as fast as you can, wanting nothing more than to make him come.
“can- can you cum like this?” you pant, grinding down harder to hear him groan into your ear, “want you to cum”
“i’m- nngh- i’m close,” he says, his voice almost whiny. it's the hottest thing ever.
“please cum for me, wanna make you feel good,” you say, continuing your pace. his cock hits your clit just right through your clothes and you can't hide the pleasure you feel, your hips start to stutter, the pressure of an orgasm builds and crashes over you quicker than you thought it would, “fuck, caleb…” your voice comes out high pitched, a symptom of your orgasm.
ultimately that's what pushes him over the edge. you moaned his name. you're feeling pleasure because of him. he cums with a loud groan, his hands stopping your movements as he empties into the front of his pants. his eyes screwed shut in pleasure, his mouth formed into a small ‘o’. it’s a sight you could get used to.
you both sit for a moment, just basking in the afterglow of an orgasm. he breaks the silence first, making some stupid joke and you huff out a laugh, slowly climbing off of him, wincing at the feeling of cold wet panties, knowing he's probably in the same boat.
caleb is in heaven. he doesn't care the he has cum drying in his underwear, he can't believe that just happened, and truthfully, he's already hoping and praying for the next time.
