Caleb (straight, jacked, confident, cocky) had come to the city for a wedding and ended up staying over at my place. He crashed in my bed, shirtless, sporting an irresistible boner that I couldn’t take my eyes off. One thing led to another: a hungry blowjob, a steamy shower fuck the next morning, rimming after the shower, and another hard fuck right after. That’s where we’re at with the story!
Caleb had just fucked me a second time and as much as he wanted to stay and fuck me the entire day... he had to leave for the wedding, the entire reason he had even come to the city in the first place. He laid on top of me for a moment longer, his cock still soft inside me, his weight pressing me into the mattress like he was trying to memorize the feel of it. His breath was still ragged against my neck, his body damp, his chest heavy on mine.
“Fuck,” he groaned, finally pulling out, watching his cum drip from me. “I don’t wanna go. I could stay here all day, just keep filling you up until you couldn’t even move.”
I smirked, sore and satisfied, rolling onto my side to watch him reach for his slacks. “But then who’s gonna clap when they say ‘you may kiss the bride’?”
He shot me a look, biting back a grin as he shoved his tie into place. “You’re a fucking distraction. The whole time I’m sitting there, all I’ll be thinking about is this hole and the way you’re leaking right now.”
I propped my head on my hand. “Good luck focusing on vows with that kind of problem.”
He leaned down, kissed me one more time, deep and hot, like it had to last him all day. Then he grabbed his jacket and finally forced himself out the door.
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The room felt different the second he was gone, quieter but still humming with the heat of what we had done. I didn’t expect him to actually text so soon, but by the time I’d showered (properly this time) and dragged myself into clean sheets, my phone buzzed.
Thinking about the way my cock was inside you this morning.
Another buzz.
Bet you’re still sore. Bet you’re still dripping.
I laughed to myself, my cock twitching just reading the words. A few minutes later, a picture came through. Caleb in the hotel bathroom, suit jacket tight around his shoulders, shirt crisp, tie knotted perfectly. He looked every bit the perfect guest, except for the thick outline straining down his slacks.
I keep thinking about this morning. This boner is your fault.
I sent back a picture of my hand pressed against the faint bruise on my hip where he had held me down.
Thinking about you too.
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The rest of the day passed with little bursts of him invading my phone. Quick flashes of him at the reception table, wine glass in hand. Short texts.
Still hard. Still fucking leaking into my underwear. Nobody here has a clue why I showed up late.
By midnight, I had almost given up on seeing him again. I figured he would crash at the hotel, too tired to make it back. I must have dozed off because the sound of the door unlocking jolted me awake.
The light from the hallway spilled across the room, and then Caleb stepped inside, his suit jacket gone, shirt sleeves rolled up. He was quiet as he closed the door, like he wasn’t sure if I was asleep.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “Did I wake you”
I laughed, low and rough. “Yeah kinda. Your nonstop texts and those pictures in your suit made me wait for you”
He smirked and started toward the bed. “Fuck, I couldn’t stop. I kept thinking about how you looked this morning. It drove me insane.”
“Do you know what time it is?” I asked, glancing at the clock. “One in the morning.”
“Perfect time for round three?” he asked, his shirt half-open, eyes fixed on me like he already knew the answer.
I didn’t bother speaking at first. I just pulled the blanket aside, showing him I’d been lying there shirtless, in just my underwear, my cock straining the fabric, hard and waiting.
His breath caught, and I smirked. “You really have to ask?” I said, voice low, daring him.
The mattress dipped under his weight as he climbed over me, mouth crashing into mine, his hands grabbing like he couldn’t get enough. The covers slipped down around us as he pressed between my legs, groaning when his bulge rubbed against me..
He broke the kiss only long enough to shrug his shirt off, muscles flexing in the low light, then shoved his pants down his thighs in one rough motion. His boxers clung for a second before he peeled them off, and his cock swung free. A bead of precum glistened there, smearing across his legs as it dripped, then hanging like it couldn’t wait to be inside me again.
I bit my lip, staring at it, at him...everything about the way he looked at me screamed hunger.
“Your ass can take another round?” he asked, voice gravelly, though his hand was already wrapping around himself, stroking slow, teasing me with the sight.
“Oh fuck,,, yes it can” I breathed, turning and arching up so he could see how bad I needed it.
He grinned, dark and hungry, then shoved at my hip, rolling me onto my stomach. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear, tugging them down, the fabric bunched around my thighs and trapping me half-dressed, half-naked
I gasped, the cool air hitting my skin, my cock grinding into the sheets as he shifted closer, lining himself up. His breath came hot over my back, his cockhead sliding over me, smearing precum across my hole before he positioned himself.
“Fuckk,” he growled, and with one deep, steady thrust he buried himself inside me, stretching me wide in an instant.
I moaned, gripping the sheets as my underwear bit tight around my thighs, trapping me in place. He groaned above me, hips grinding deeper, his chest pressing down against my back.
“Been thinking about this all day,” he panted, voice rough in my ear as he started to move, long strokes dragging my body up the bed with each thrust. “Sitting through that fucking wedding; your ass was all I could see. Couldn’t stop thinking about being back in here, back inside you.”
Thwack
Thwack
Thwack
His cock slammed in and out of my hole.
“Unghh... fuckk.. Caleb,” I gasped, arching up to meet him, his cock slamming into me again and again. My cock was pressed into the mattress, leaking, the friction sending sparks through my whole body.
He slammed harder, his pace turning frantic, as if every hour he’d spent away from me had built into this. “Fuck...you don’t get it. I was smiling at people, shaking hands, pretending like nothing was happening....while all I wanted was this.” His teeth caught my shoulder, biting hard, his hips snapping against my ass in punishing rhythm.
I moaned into the pillow, half-choked, my body trembling under him. “You’re so fucking horny,” I groaned, “you already fucked me twice.”
“Yeah, fuck yes.. I did,” he growled, pulling almost all the way out before driving his cock back in so deep, I almost thought he was about to cum in me already. “And it still wasn’t enough. Every time I sink in, I just want to stay there. Your hole makes me want to keep fucking forever.”
His hand slid around, gripping me from underneath, stroking my cock roughly as he kept pounding me. The mix of his weight, his breath, his voice...it was overwhelming. Every thrust hit deeper, louder, harder, his thighs smacking against mine.
His thrusts grew rougher, heavier, every slam echoing in the room with the wet slap of his balls smacking against me.
Slam. Slam. Slam.
My whole body rocked with the rhythm, my breath breaking into sharp moans I couldn’t hold back.
“Urrghhh fuckkk,” Caleb groaned, his voice guttural, thick with need. “This ass...god, I don’t wanna leave tomorrow.”
“Wait—” my voice shook, my body trembling under his weight. “You’re… you’re going?”
Smack.Smack.Smack.
The sound of our bodies clashing filled the space, wet and raw. His chest pressed against my back... his breath hot against my ear.
“Yeah,” he grunted, hips slamming harder, deeper, relentless. “Got a flight tomorrow at… uhh...today at nine.”
Every thrust landed harder, wetter, his cock sliding easily in and out of me, coated in precum. I gasped, my cock dripping onto the sheets. I couldn’t believe how much I was leaking, especially after jerking off earlier....thinking about Caleb the whole time.
“Damn,” I panted between moans, clenching around him. “Guess I’ll have to give you a proper sendoff before you leave.”
“Urrghhh....you fucking slut,” he growled, rutting deeper, his voice breaking with the effort. “I don’t wanna leave this hole.”
The room filled with sound; slam, slap, squelch....every thrust dirtier than the last. Caleb lost himself, moaning, growling, fucking like he’d been starving for it all day.
“Ummghhh..aaaarrghhh..fuckkk..Caleb...” Caleb’s name tore from my throat.
“Do you even have a load left after this morning?” I managed, my words half-lost in gasps.
“Wait for it,” he hissed, driving into me harder. “I’ll show you how much I’ve got in store after a whole day of thinking about this perfect ass.”
“Show me then,” I growled back, daring him.
His hand slid up my chest, pulling me tighter against him as his hips ground deep, his cock buried to the hilt. His whole body pressed down into mine, like he needed every inch of me.
“Fuck..fuckk..” he groaned, his thrusts slowing as his cock twitched, pulsed, and then...hot, heavy streams filled me
I gasped as the warmth spread inside, his cum flowing deep, his breath ragged against my neck.
“Urrghhh..fuckkk,” he moaned, still grinding in slow, steady strokes as his release kept spilling. “See?” His voice was hoarse. “Lots of cum for you…”
I clenched around him, shivering, lost in the sweet, filthy heat of it.
Finally, he pulled out, cock wet and dripping, and flopped back onto the bed beside me.
I turned my head, smirking breathlessly. “Better make some more cum before you go in the morning.”
His laugh rumbled low and rough.
I rolled onto my side, collapsing against the sheets, not even caring about the aftermath of his cum still leaking out of me.
"I want my breakfast loaded with protein in the morning" I teased, voice raspy.
He turned his head toward me, eyes still heavy with lust, and kissed me...slow, lingering, claiming.
“Your breakfast will be ready at seven,” he murmured, lips brushing mine.
I grinned, closing my eyes, letting the night fade into silence with him still warm beside me.
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