Chapter 37 Kristen
The second I got home, I locked the door behind me and didn’t bother turning on the lights. My bag dropped where I stood. I peeled off my jacket and headed straight for the shower like I was moving underwater.
The day had twisted something tight in my chest, and it hadn’t let go. Caleb. That stupid hallway. The way he looked at me like he was going to kiss me, like his mouth was already partway open and his tongue was about to taste my name. But he hadn’t. He’d pulled away at the last second. Left me standing there, pulse racing, thighs clenching, lips parted for something that didn’t come.
I stripped everything off, stepped under the scalding water, and tried to scrub the feeling off my skin. It didn’t work. Every part of me felt too awake, like I had swallowed static. I washed my hair, rinsed twice, and still couldn’t stop replaying the way he’d leaned in close, the sound of his breath, the hunger that had flickered and then vanished too fast.
When I stepped out and wrapped the towel around myself, I felt no calmer than before.
Back in my room, the glow of my phone lit up the dark.
A text from Caleb.
Hey. You okay? I didn’t mean to freak you out earlier.
I answered without hesitation.
You didn’t. It’s fine. You don’t need to worry.
He responded fast.
Okay good. Just making sure. You looked… surprised.
I smirked a little and typed back:
What are you doing now?
Just left the gym. About to shower.
The bubble appeared again. Then disappeared.
Then a video came through.
I opened it without thinking.
Caleb filled the screen. He was standing in front of a mirror, chest bare, skin flushed, muscles pumped from the gym. His briefs were deep navy and hugged his hips low, just a little lower than decent. His abs flexed when he shifted. He ran one hand up over his stomach, voice low and teasing.
“Not doing much,” he said, eyes meeting the lens. “Just… cooling down.”
He licked his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, and smirked again. Then the camera dipped slightly—his fingers slid into the waistband of his briefs, knuckles brushing what was unmistakably the thick ridge of his cock. The screen went black.
A wink emoji followed.
Then:
You don’t have to send one back. No big deal.
I stared at the phone.
My whole body tightened.
I watched it again.
And again.
Then I grabbed the vibrator from the drawer beside my bed and lay back against the pillows, towel already slipping open. I kicked it off completely and parted my thighs, skin still warm from the shower, heart pounding too loud in my ears.
The video played again behind my eyelids.
But this time, it didn’t end when the screen cut.
In my mind, Caleb stepped out of the frame and into the room. He looked down at me, cock already thick and hard behind his briefs, smirk curling like he knew what I wanted and exactly how I wanted it.
“You wet for me?” he asked, voice dark and velvet-soft.
I nodded in the fantasy, breathless, aching already.
“Let me see.”
His fingers dragged gently over the inside of my thigh, slow and confident, coaxing me open. He kissed the inside of my knee. Then higher. Then higher. My whole body tensed in anticipation.
I pressed the vibrator between my folds and gasped.
He pushed my legs farther apart, kissing his way down until his mouth hovered over me, his breath warm and deliberate. Then he licked once. Long, slow, up the full length of my pussy.
I moaned aloud in the real world, hips rolling up into the pressure.
In the fantasy, Caleb looked up at me with a wicked grin, lips wet, eyes sharp with hunger.
“You taste so good,” he said, then dipped his head again.
His tongue was everywhere—broad strokes, then focused, teasing flicks against my clit, then slow circles that made me twitch. He flattened it, dragged it down and around, then sucked me into his mouth.
I pressed the vibrator harder, chasing the rhythm he was giving me in my head. My thighs started to tremble.
He spread me open with his fingers, thumbs pressing into the flesh just enough to expose everything he wanted. Then he spit on me—hot and filthy—and sucked my clit back into his mouth like it belonged there.
“Fuck,” I whispered. My legs jerked.
He moaned against me, and I imagined the vibration of it hitting me right where I needed it. His fingers slid inside without warning, two at once, thick and deep. He curled them up and in while his mouth never left my clit. The pressure was blinding. My head thrashed against the pillow.
“You like that?” he growled between strokes. “Like me fucking you with my tongue?”
I moaned again, louder.
His hand wrapped around my thigh, holding me open while he buried his face between my legs like he was starved. His nose bumped against me with every pass, and his tongue never stopped—lapping, licking, devouring.
“Such a good girl,” he said between strokes. “Letting me eat this sweet little pussy.”
I was drenched. Shaking.
His fingers pumped harder now, rhythm perfect. His tongue traced tight circles over my clit again and again, then sucked, then licked hard and flat and slow.
“You gonna come for me?” he murmured.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Yes.”
“Say it,” he whispered. “Say whose mouth is making you come.”
“Yours,” I moaned. “Yours, Caleb.”
He growled and pushed his tongue inside me. His fingers kept working, his mouth relentless, and I broke.
My body spasmed. My back arched off the bed. I came so hard I bit down on my fist to keep from screaming.
The vibrator slipped from my hand. I didn’t even notice.
I was still twitching when the fantasy shifted.
And his face changed.
It wasn’t Caleb anymore.
Leo stared up at me from between my legs.
For a second, I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
His mouth glistened, lips swollen. His eyes were darker. Hungrier. And he didn’t ask. He didn’t say anything.
He just dragged his tongue over me again and groaned like he’d waited years for it.
“No,” I whispered.
But my body didn’t listen.
The image split.
Caleb still knelt between my thighs, fingers still pumping.
Leo stood behind me now, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my breast, biting my neck like he needed to mark me.
“You want both?” he growled. “You want him to fuck you while I use your mouth?”
I whimpered. My hips bucked again.
Leo grabbed my wrist and dragged it behind me. He pressed my palm to his cock. Hard. Hot. Already leaking.
“You feel that?” he whispered against my ear. “That’s what you do to me.”
Caleb climbed up my body in the fantasy, mouth wet, eyes blazing, cock hard as steel.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he said.
Leo kissed my throat. “Not if I do it first.”
The pressure built again. High. Sharp. Unbearable.
I came a second time—harder than before.
My body bucked against the sheets. I gasped, mouth open, thighs squeezing tight around nothing. My hands fisted the sheets, whole body slick and shaking.
When it ended, I collapsed.
For a minute, I couldn’t move.
I lay there, chest heaving, legs trembling, every muscle limp. My skin was flushed, sweat slicking my stomach. My throat felt raw from moaning. My clit throbbed with aftershocks.
I rolled my head to the side.
My phone buzzed.
I blinked.
New message.
6pm. Don’t be late.
Leo.
I stared at the words.
Right.
Training.
I let my head fall back against the pillow and exhaled.
Hard.