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When Jane finally felt his touch, her fingers wrapped the arms of the chair with a force that made her knuckles turn white. The smooth leather of his glove dragged along her inner thigh in gentle moves, cool at first and warming with each stroke. The sensation sent a shiver through her body, making her legs twitch involuntarily.
“You’re unusually tense today.”
She parted her lips to respond, but the words tangled in her throat the moment he moved his hand again. His fingers slided lower, skimming along her entrance, just barely touching before retreating.
“What’re you reading, Pipsqueak?”
Caleb’s voice abruptly pulls you out of the book you were reading. Your entire body jolts. The book snaps shut in your hands with a loud whump as you cross your arms over the cover.
It’s only midday. He wasn’t supposed to be back yet.
You were on vacation, and with Caleb working the morning shift, you’d taken full advantage of the alone time to finally start the book Tara had been bugging you to read – an erotic novel with a highly suggestive cover that left no doubt about what it was.
“You’re home early!”, you squeal, voice higher than usual.
He’s already halfway into the living room by the time you look up, still in uniform and with his jacket halfway down his shoulders. You glance at the hallway at his left, and start to think of an excuse to escape in advance.
“I was going to surprise you,” he says with a lazy grin, dropping his keys into the dish by the door as he makes his way closer. “So, what are you reading?”
He heads straight to the couch, and you feel a rush of panic bloom in your chest. You sit up in a move a bit too quick to be casual and hide the book behind your back, plastering on an awkward smile. “Nothing! Just a dumb romance that Tara recommended.”
Caleb arches an eyebrow, not truly convinced with your answer. His gaze drags over your arms and the tension in your posture. Then, he leans to the side, angling his head forward in an attempt to peek behind you – but you’re faster. Like it comes as second nature, you spring to your feet and twist your body so your back stays between him and the book, successfully hiding it.
But he doesn't give up.
He steps left, ready to round you. You instantly pivot to block him, mirroring his every move. He leans forward, you rise on your toes. He goes right, you go left.
“Really?” he laughs, amused. “Is that how you wanna play?”
You’re about to reply when your body stiffens at the sudden change in the air. The weight in your limbs disappear, and for a second you feel your feet hover off the floor. The book slips from your arms in a sudden tug, yanked upwards by some invisible force. You whirl around just in time to see it floating through the air and landing neatly into Caleb’s open palms.
Your jaw drops. He has used his evol to win! “Caleb, you damn –!”
“Mmh, let’s see…” he flips it open with exaggerated interest, eyes scanning the page you left off on. Then, he begins to read aloud, voice dripping with mock like he’s reciting a bedtime story. “ His hand finally found her core. His fingers glided through the slick folds, the oil on his gloves mixing with her arousal. She was already so wet. ”
“Caleb!!” Your stomach twists. You lunge forward, reaching for the book, but he easily lifts it just out of your reach. “Give it back!”
“ Jane knew this was part of the treatment and it didn’t mean anything more when Dr. Smith touched her; but for some time now, this has stopped being just a treatment for her ,” he continues, eyes flickering over all the words piecing together the context. He looks at you again, but this time his eyes have a different type of glint. “ Doctor , huh? Is that what you’re into?” he says as he closes the book and gives it to you.
You take the book with hesitant hands, eyes fixed somewhere near his collarbone, too embarrassed to look him in the face.
Guilt starts coiling tight in your stomach. He probably thinks you’re gross, reading such nasty things when you’re alone. You must have hurt his feelings, and now he thinks he’s not enough. And it’s all your fault. Why would you even need to read something like that when you have Caleb – ?
“Babe,” he interrupts your spiraling with one single word. “I’m not mad.”
He takes a step closer, and you take a step back, the back of your legs bumping into the edge of the couch. Before you can even think to retreat further, he reaches up and gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“I just think,” he continues, voice an octave lower, “if you’re gonna spend the morning getting all worked up over a book…”
His hand slides around your waist, and as if you weigh nothing, he puts you down. The cushions catch your back, and he leans over you to trap you between him and the couch. The warmth of his solid body makes butterflies flap in your stomach. You blink up at him, breath caught in your throat as he plucks the book from your hands. He flips it open to a random page, then settles it back into your grip, angling it so it rests against your chest ready to be read again.
“...you might as well have an immersive experience.”
He shifts downward, lips brushing your stomach through your shirt. His hands part your legs until he can settle between them. “So, why don’t you lie down and keep reading? Out loud this time.”
His voice is low and full of heat, but he’s not asking you: he’s commanding you.
You blink down at him, wide-eyed and lips parting like you’re about to protest, but words won't come out. Not when he’s looking at you like that, with his head between your thighs, mouth so close to your core you can feel his breath even through the fabric of your pajama pants. Your entire body prickled with heat.
“Go on.” He nods towards the book, voice darker than before. “Read.”
You feel warmth rush to your face in an instant, because God . You want to hide, to cover yourself or make some weak excuse to leave, but instead, you swallow the nerves down and drop your gaze back to the pages. His voice leaves no room for negotiation, and his presence leaves you too dizzy to disobey.
You clear your voice, voice small but steady. “She… she let out a soft gasp when his fingers returned, thumb finding her clit and giving it an experimental rub –”
You stop mid-sentence.
A breath punches out of you when Caleb’s hand slides into your pants. He finds your clit immediately, like he knows your body better than his own, and as if he’s following a script, his touch mirrors the words of the book. Your head tips back with a soft gasp and your eyes meet his.
He smirks up at you.
“No panties on…?”
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pajamas and begins to slide them down, eyes never leaving yours. You lift your hips without having him to order you, and he takes them off. He throws the fabric somewhere behind him. He leans in closer to have a better view, the sweet smell of your bare cunt filling his lungs. You stare at him agape, freeze in your place. He notices and reaches up to gently caress your thigh with one hand.
“Keep going.”
You blink down at the book again, hands trembling as you search the line where you left on. “ Dr Smith stopped his movements to spread her lips apart –” you read, “ and stare at her… winking hole –”
You feel the pressure of his hand again, opening you up.
“ – rubbing it with one of his fingers before gently … prodding at it !!”
You gasp. His long finger sinks in without warning, stretching your tight walls. Your hips twitch, thighs clenching around his wrist. Caleb doesn’t seem to reach, just watches you from down there while he waits for you to continue.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispers right against your core, the vibration sending sparkles straight to your brain. “But don’t stop now, sweetheart. You need to finish the chapter.”
You force your eyes back down to the page, vision a little blurred from everything going on below. Your voice comes out strained this time, “ he starts working her tight hole with his long fiingeeer …” the words tumble clumsily from your lips. His finger pushes deeper, then pulls out completely before sliding back in. “ E-each time he pushed … ah… in , his palm ground down on your sensitive clit …”
Caleb’s hand tilts, and the heel of it massages your sensitive spot at the same time hsi finger enters your cunt. Your entire body reacts at once. Your spine completely arches off the couch, a long moan escapes your throat, and one of your hands flies to his shoulder to steady yourself.
“C-caleb I –”
He looks at you through his lashes, the corners of his mouth curling into something dark and satisfied. “Continue.”
You don't even know where you're supposed to continue. Your eyes glaze over the words, every line swimming on the page. You just pick the first sentence that makes sense.
“ Then, finally … Jane felt something warm and wet pressed against her c – AH!”
Caleb replaces his fingers with his mouth. His hands curl around your legs, anchoring you to the couch and holding you open for him. His tongue does slow moves at first, but he soon speeds up, matching every ragged breath you take. He hums at your taste, savouring every part of you. He’s not even following the narrative of the book anymore, just enjoying the taste of your cunt.
“ A-and begins sucking it …” you try to keep reading, but the words move incoherently and you’ve long forgotten what you were even reading. You moan and your back arches. The book tilts in your grip, then slips entirely from your fingers and lands forgotten on the floor.
Caleb doesn’t seem to mind, because he doesn’t stop.
His hands stay firm on your thighs, grounding you as his mouth explores every corner of you. The measured licks grow messier, eating you out with desperation. Every now and then, his lips close around your clit. Your hips jerk closer, the pressure inside you building fast.
“I…” you breath, barely able to speak. “I’m gonna…”
That’s all he needed.
He lets go of one of your legs, free hand now moving lower again – and then he’s inside you. He thrust two fingers inside you like it’s nothing, the mix of your juices and his spit helping ease the pressure. He sets a pace that robs you of thought, matching the rhythm of his tongue with the thrusts of his fingers. He angles them just right, hitting your sweet spot every time he sucks your clit. Your hips jolt back into his face, your toes curl, and you finally feel your climax hit you.
“Mmmh… that’s a good girl,” he praises, slurping your juices while you come hard on his fingers.
He waits for your body to relax, then lifts his head to look at the mess he’s made of you. “You didn’t finish the chapter.”
You manage a breathless laugh, still dizzy. “Think I lost my place.”
He smirks, brushing his knuckles along your thigh. “Then we’ll just have to start again.”