I woke up to the sound of movement. The room was dim, soft morning light sneaking through the curtains, just enough to blur the edges of everything. My head felt heavy, my body sticky with sleep and sex, sheets twisted around my waist.
Caleb was standing across the room. Still in nothing but his underwear, he was hunched over his bag, tossing clothes inside. The muscles of his back shifted as he moved, broad shoulders tapering into that thick waist. I stared at him, half-awake, my hole still aching from the night before.
“What time are you leaving?” My voice was low, still scratchy.
He glanced over his shoulder, smirking, his hair a mess. “Flight’s at nine. Gotta be out of here in fifteen, twenty minutes.”
I rubbed my eyes, then sat up slowly. The clock on the nightstand glowed red — 6:30 AM. I looked back at him, deliberately slow. “You think that’s enough time to get one final load out of you?”
Caleb froze mid-movement. Then he laughed, low and rough, the kind that made his chest shake. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”
“Yeah, I am,” I said, pushing the sheets off me. I ended up sleeping without my underwear.. there was cum dried on my thighs. I swung my legs off the bed. “But I’m not letting you leave without serving me some breakfast.”
He looked at me, really looked, like he couldn’t decide if he was annoyed or turned on. His cock was already thick under his briefs. I slowed as I walked towards him, close enough to feel the heat coming off his body.
“So… can I?” I asked, voice dropping. “Or are you too late for a morning blowjob?”
His head tipped back with a low groan. “Urgh… fuck, yes.”
“Sit,” I told him, pointing at the edge of the bed like I was the boss in the room. He didn’t even argue. He just sat, legs spread, his cock straining in his underwear as I sank down onto the floor between his legs.
The position felt right; me on the floor, him on the bed, looking down at me like I was about to be fed.
I hooked my fingers into his waistband and tugged. His cock sprang free, half-hard but heavy, glistening with the faint sheen of last night’s mess. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked him once, slow, just to feel the weight.
“Fuck,” Caleb groaned, head tilting back slightly. “Someone woke up hungry.”
I smirked, leaning down. “Mhhm.”
My tongue slid up his shaft, tasting salt and skin, before I wrapped my lips around the head. He hissed through his teeth, legs tensing as I sank down, slow, letting him fill my mouth inch by inch. I gagged lightly when the tip brushed the back of my throat, but I didn’t pull back. I pressed deeper, swallowing around him until his cock was buried almost to the base, my nose brushing the hair at his pelvis.
Caleb’s hand immediately came down, fingers gripping the back of my head. “Oh fuck. That’s it. Take it.”
I pulled back slowly, saliva stretching in a messy string, then plunged down again, harder this time. My throat tightened around him, gagging wetly, drool slipping down my chin. I didn’t care. The nastier it got, the more I wanted.
“Shit, shit—” Caleb’s voice cracked, his thighs flexing as he fucked up slightly into my mouth. His cock hit deep, thick and unrelenting, and my throat jerked around it. My eyes watered, spit dripping onto my chin, but I just moaned around him.
“You’re fucking hungry,” he groaned. “This is the best goodbye.”
I hummed in response, vibrating against his cock. My hand reached up to stroke the base, twisting, while I bobbed my head faster. Every time I pulled off, the wet slap of spit and precum echoed in the quiet room. Every time I shoved his cock back in, there was the loud, glllkkk sound of my throat struggling to take him.
The sounds filled the air; wet, sloppy, lewd.
Slurp.
Gag.
Choke.
His cock smacking against my lips when I pulled off to gasp for breath.
Caleb groaned louder, gripping my hair tight, guiding my rhythm. His chest heaved, veins bulging in his forearms. “Fuckkk, I should visit more often. Look at you. Down on the floor, swallowing my cock like this is your only breakfast.”
I blinked up at him through wet lashes, mouth stuffed full, drool dripping down onto my hand. I moaned, deep and desperate, letting the vibration run through his cock.
“Goddamn. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
I didn’t. I went nastier. I shoved him deep until I gagged hard, spit exploding from the corners of my mouth, then pulled off just enough to smear the mess across his shaft with my tongue. I spat on the head, sloppy, then dove back down.
The taste of him coated my tongue, it was salty, musky and so fucking addictive. My throat burned but I wanted it. Needed it cause it was going to be the last time I'd get this addictive cock.
Caleb’s thighs trembled. He leaned forward, hand gripping the back of my neck now, holding me there, making me swallow him whole. My throat jerked around his cock as he pushed me down to the base and held me there.
“Ghh—fuck, take it. Take it, all the way.” His voice was ragged, breathless.
My chest burned, lungs begging for air, but I kept myself down, swallowing, drooling, letting my throat mold around him. When he finally pulled me back up, I gasped, saliva and precum dripping down my chin, strings connecting my lips to his cock.
“You’re fucking unreal, dude” he panted. “I could cum just looking at your eyes rolling back....”
I smirked, wiping my chin with the back of my hand before shoving him back down my throat again. I stroked him hard with my fist at the base, jerking fast while I bobbed my mouth over the head, suck ing tight, tongue swirling.
Caleb’s abs tensed, his whole body jerking. “Ohh fuckkk. I’m fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
I pulled back just enough to say, low and filthy, “Do it. Feed me.” Then I shoved him back in deep.
His entire body snapped forward. “Urrrghhh FUCK!”
His cock throbbed hard in my throat, thick ropes of cum shooting down before I could even swallow. It was hot, salty, thick, flooding the back of my throat. I gagged but swallowed anyway, milking him with my lips as more spurts hit my tongue.
He kept groaning, voice breaking, as he pulsed inside me, pumping more cum than I thought he had left after last night. I swallowed it all, licking the head clean, greedy for every drop.
When I finally pulled off, gasping, cum smeared across my lips and chin, Caleb just stared down at me, chest heaving. His cock twitched against my cheek.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “You’re fucking insane.”
I grinned up at him, licking a stray drop off my lip. “Enjoyed the sendoff?”
He laughed, shaking his head, then leaned down and kissed me hard. His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting himself, not caring about the mess. When he pulled back, he whispered, “Best sendoff I’ve ever had.”
I got up slowly, legs still weak, and collapsed back onto my side of the bed. My lips swollen, the taste of him still heavy on my tongue. I watched him as he stood, grabbing tissues, wiping himself down with a quick roughness like he was already halfway gone in his head. He pulled on his t-shirt, then his underwear and sweats, stuffing things into his bag with that hurried morning energy.
I didn’t say much, just lay there and looked. Maybe I didn’t want to break the silence, didn’t want to ruin the afterglow with words. He glanced at me a couple times, his mouth twitching like he wanted to smirk but didn’t.
Finally, with his bag slung over his shoulder, he walked to the door. Hand on the knob, he paused, looked back at me. “I know where to stay, if I’m ever back in the city.”
I smiled, biting my lip. “Fuck yes. Can’t wait.”
The door shut softly behind him. The room felt empty, the sheets smelled like sex, and I lay there grinning to myself, stretched out in the warm dent his body had left. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t overthink it. I just let the quiet settle around me, closed my eyes, and sank back into the pillow with a smile.
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