Chapter 3
Aria's POV
I expected to see Caleb again, but instead, it was Richard. My face heated immediately, and I scrambled to pull my pants up properly, trying to cover myself. My heart was thundering in my chest, and I felt my hands shake slightly.
"Don't be shy," Richard said, his tone surprisingly calm. "You're old enough to feel your fantasies."
I could only blink at him, my gaze dropping to my trousers, imagining the size of him, his cock pressing inside my mind in ways I had no right to think about.
"Why are you staring at me?" he asked, noticing the wandering eyes. I quickly looked away, cheeks burning.
"That… that's not what…" I whispered, barely audible.
"My cock is meant for your mother," he said lightly, turning away and leaving me flushed and confused.
I whispered under my breath, "You better wash your back… because if it's once, I'll have you," feeling a shiver of excitement at my own audacity.
Picking up my phone, I realized I was still on call with Tony. I told him I'd call back and ended the call, my fingers trembling. I headed back inside, only to find Caleb tangled with a girl in the living room. My throat cleared, and the pair separated quickly.
The girl glanced at me and asked who I was. Caleb shrugged and muttered, "Nothing." My stomach twisted, part hurt, part thrill. I was glad she didn't believe him and stormed off.
Caleb's eyes met mine, and I couldn't help but notice his cock already standing. My lips parted slightly, and a hot pulse ran between my legs. I forced a small smile, pretending nothing was happening, even as my mind raced.
Retreating to my room, I took a proper shower, letting the warm water soothe my tension while my thoughts wandered obsessively to the morning's encounters. The feel of Caleb's eyes on me, the memory of Richard's presence, and Tony's last video call swirled together, leaving me wet and trembling.
That night, I was woken by my mother calling me for breakfast. I hesitated, but the hunger and curiosity pushed me out of bed. The dining room was quiet, almost too quiet, until I felt something grinding softly against my pant. My eyes widened, and I froze.
Everyone seemed normal, but the subtle pressure continued. I realized with a jolt that someone was using their toes to stroke me. My breath hitched as I scanned the room, recognizing the way Caleb moved.
I froze, my eyes widening as the soft pressure against my pant continued. It was subtle at first, almost like a tickle, but then the rhythm became deliberate. My breath caught in my throat when I realized—someone was using their toes. My mind spun as heat pooled between my legs, the dampness already soaking my panties.
Slowly, almost teasingly, the toes shifted my panties aside, sliding along my folds. A shiver ran down my spine as the soft skin pressed against me, circling and brushing, exploring where only fingers and cock had gone before. I bit my lip to keep quiet, my hands clutching at the edge of the chair, feeling my body betray me with every subtle grind.
The pressure deepened, each movement sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I could feel the toes sliding inside me slightly, teasingly, curling just enough to make my hips rock forward without control. My body arched instinctively, desperate for more contact, my nipples hardening beneath my shirt.
A soft, wicked laugh echoed in my mind as I imagined Caleb's smirk, though I kept my gaze down, pretending nothing was happening. The toes worked in sync with my shivers, rubbing and sliding along every sensitive curve, exploring my folds with precision. Every tiny movement made me tremble, each caress driving me closer to a heat I wasn't supposed to feel.
I dared a glance and saw Caleb's eyes flicker toward mine, the faintest twinkle of mischief in his gaze. My stomach twisted, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. The toes pressed harder now, sliding a little deeper, pressing into me in a way that made my breaths hitch. I bit my hand, trying to keep my moans trapped, but it was impossible; each touch sent tiny tremors running through me.
"Are you okay?" I heard Richard voice asked and I raised my head.
"Yes I'm fine." I reply my eyes dragged to my mum's who was buried in eating.
I shifted slightly, encouraging the pressure without taking full control, letting the teasing continue. My mind wandered, imagining how firm and commanding Caleb's hands would feel, the way he'd take what he wanted if he were the one inside me. The sensation of toes pushing, curling, and pressing was strangely exquisite, the kind of attention I never thought would make me this wet.
Each brush and slide of the toes made me gasp quietly, my hips tilting instinctively, meeting the pressure. I could feel the moisture of my arousal mixing with the careful, precise strokes, making each grind sharper, more intense. My thighs quivered, my heartbeat racing as the subtle, maddening touch refused to give me release.
Then, just when I thought I might shatter from the sensation, the toes withdrew slightly, pressing one last teasing glide along my sensitive folds. My body ached for more, trembling with want, my breath ragged. I closed my eyes, imagining the fingers, the hands, the touch I secretly craved, feeling the echo of pleasure linger long after the tease.
Caleb stood up and left. Leaving me breathless.
I stared around and stood up also, rushing into my room and slammed the door hard.
My hand slid slowly inside my panties, the heat between my legs already throbbing from Caleb's earlier touch. My fingers moved gently, teasing myself, and a soft moan escaped my lips. I bit it back immediately, pressing my palm against my mouth as the wetness spread. Every nerve in my body was alive, pulsing with need, and my mind replayed the way Caleb had brushed me with his toes earlier—so daring, so impossible, yet it lingered, igniting a fire I couldn't extinguish.
I leaned back slightly, arching into my hand as my eyes fluttered shut. Each soft moan made my body tremble, and I felt myself tightening with every teasing stroke. I imagined Caleb's mouth, his hands, the way he had dominated me before, and shivers of desire rolled through me.
Then the door creaked open. My heart leapt into my throat. Caleb stepped inside, locking the door behind him, His eyes darkened as they met mine, and I froze, caught in a mix of anticipation, embarrassment, and raw desire.
"You're finishing what you started," he said, low and commanding. I shivered at the words, heat pooling between my thighs.
Before I could reply, he closed the distance, pressing his lips hungrily against mine. His kiss was demanding, rough yet intoxicating, and my hands instinctively went to his shoulders, clutching him as he pulled me closer. I tried to hesitate, tried to question him, but desire burned too fiercely inside me.
"I… what are you—" I whispered, pushing gently against his chest, but his grin against my lips silenced me.
"You're the one who chased my girlfriend away this afternoon," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "My cock's already standing. Now you finish what you began."
He guided me backwards onto the bed, my breath hitching as the sheets shifted beneath us. Before I could process, he yanked my panties away, exposing me fully. I felt his eyes roaming over my glistening folds, the heat in them making my stomach clench tighter. Without pause, he lowered his mouth to me, tongue teasing my slippery entry, exploring my clit, sending jolts of fire through every nerve.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, soft moans escaping as his tongue flicked over my sensitive clit, then delved deeper, pressing inside me with precision. My hips moved instinctively, pressing down, aching for more. Each stroke, each press of his tongue, made me pulse faster, waves of heat washing over me in trembling surges.
The sensation was overwhelming. My moans grew louder, shaking from intensity. Caleb's hands gripped my thighs firmly, spreading me wider, as his tongue continued its teasing, licking, flicking, sucking—drawing me closer and closer to the edge. My legs trembled, fingers clawing the sheets as pleasure coiled tighter inside me.
Just as I was about to shatter, he pulled back slightly, letting the ache linger. My body quivered, desperate for release, and his eyes glinted with wicked delight, as if my denial were punishment and thrill all at once.
"Please…." My voice shook. "Finish…what you start…" my words was barely above a whisper.
"Feel the pain," he whispered huskily, the words vibrating through me, "that's exactly what you did to me."
My chest heaved, lips parted, and I whimpered softly, frustration curling into desire. Every nerve in me screamed for him to continue, for the release I had almost claimed.
He moved toward the door, hand on the knob, pausing. "Why… why did you use your toes on me earlier?" I asked breathlessly, my voice quivering between need and curiosity.
He turned to me with confusion. "Toes?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'll never do something so reckless," he said nonchalantly. Then he left, the door clicking softly behind him.
My heart beat faster at his reply, if it wasn't Caleb… then who had teased me so daringly?