Chapter 4
Aria's POV
When my eyes fluttered open, the sunlight streaming through the curtains felt almost too bright, too warm against my skin. But it wasn't the morning light that made my chest feel heavy — it was yesterday. Caleb's lips, his touch, the way my body had betrayed me when I thought it wouldn't. And that last thought that had slipped into my mind before sleep swallowed me, Caleb isn't the one who used the toes on me… then who was?
I pressed my palms against my face, heat rushing to my cheeks. My heart still raced at the memory, and no matter how much I told myself it was wrong, a part of me felt… curious. Dangerous.
"Get up, Aria," I whispered to myself, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My body still felt oddly heavy, as if the night hadn't erased anything, only layered it deeper inside me.
Downstairs, the faint sound of footsteps caught my attention. I held my breath, almost praying it wasn't him. But of course, it was. Caleb stood in the living room, leaning casually against the armrest of the couch. He glanced up when I walked in.
"My dad and your mum went shopping, we are the only one at home." he said simply, like nothing had happened between us yesterday.
I froze, my fingers tightening on the hem of my shirt. For a second, I wanted to ask him why he could act so normal when my heart was still stumbling over itself. Instead, I just nodded quickly.
"Oh… okay." My voice sounded small, clipped. I didn't want him to hear the storm inside me.
He studied me for a moment, but I avoided his eyes. I didn't trust what might spill out if I held his gaze for too long. Without another word, I turned back and hurried upstairs, shutting my door behind me as if I could shut out the strange pull he had over me.
The first thing I did was grab my phone. Tony's name glowed on the screen, and I pressed call before I could second-guess myself.
"Aria," his voice came, light and teasing, the way it always was. For a moment, it was a relief.
We talked for a while — about little things, about nothing, really. But even while I smiled and laughed at his jokes, my mind kept slipping. To yesterday.
By afternoon, a sudden knock broke the quiet of my room. I stiffened, staring at the door until it cracked open. Caleb stepped in, holding a shopping bag in one hand.
"This is for you," he said. His tone was calm, almost bored, but his eyes flickered just briefly as they landed on mine. "Dad said to give you."
I blinked, then forced my voice steady. "Did you… open it?"
"And what if I?" He asked and I swallowed hard. Of course I have no answer to his why.
His mouth twitched like he wanted to smirk. "I don't poke my nose into things that aren't mine."
I swallowed, reached out, and took the bag. My fingers brushed his for only a heartbeat, but it was enough to send that shiver racing down my spine again. "Thanks," I muttered quickly, closing the door before he could see the confusion painted across my face.
Back on my bed, I set the bag down, chewing my lip before finally tugging it open. My breath hitched.
Inside weren't clothes or shoes like I expected, but… toys. So many strange toys.
I was fascinated by all the toys scattered around, but the one that caught my eyes was the dildo—thick, long, and almost eight inches. My lips parted slightly as I picked it up, wondering what exactly Richard had been thinking when he bought something like this. The weight of it in my hand, the smooth silicone, sent a strange heat curling low in my belly.
I stroked it absentmindedly, and before I knew it, my body was already reacting. A wave of arousal flushed through me, my thighs pressing together helplessly. I bit my lip, my heart racing.
Slowly, I slipped out of my clothes, the cool air brushing my heated skin as I lay back on the bed. I was already wet—embarrassingly so. Curiosity and need tangled inside me. On impulse, I brought the dildo to my lips and sucked on the tip, my tongue swirling around it as though it were real. My eyes fluttered shut at the thought, and a shiver ran through me.
When I finally slid it inside me, my breath hitched sharply. "Oh—" I moaned softly, trying to keep my voice low, but every thrust made it harder. My hips moved hungrily, chasing the feeling, and before I realized it, Caleb's name slipped past my lips in a broken whisper.
I fucked myself harder, gasping into the sheets, when suddenly, the door creaked open.
"Aria."
I froze, my body jerking up, the dildo still buried inside me. Richard stood in the doorway, his eyes dark and heavy with something I couldn't name. Panic flared, and I tried to get up, but his voice stopped me.
"Calm down." He stepped in, shutting the door quietly behind him and locking it. My pulse thundered. "Don't forget," he said with a slow, almost dangerous smile, "I'm the one who brought that toy."
My throat went dry, and I swallowed hard, caught between shame and something hotter.
He walked closer, his gaze never leaving me. "I've been thinking about you since the pool incident," he admitted, his voice low, almost a growl. "I know what I heard between your boyfriend and Tony… and so do you."
"Were you…." I paused taking in his hungry expression. "Were you the one who use toes on me last night?" My voice was barely above a whisper.
He takes a while before he nod and I gasp. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to but I couldn't hold back." He said his eyes raking my body but lingered on my peach nipple that stand erect. I couldn't help but imagine his lips cupping it ehile his tongue stroke.
"Hmmm." I breath down, feeling blush and my clit wiggle despise the dildo inside me, I could feel my wetness on the bed.
"And I can see you enjoy it." He whispered against my ear and I fell the hair n my body stand.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. I felt shy, caught, yet the thrill only made my stomach twist tighter. My body betrayed me, I was excited.
"Aria…" His hand hovered near my face. "Can I kiss you?"
I hesitated only a moment before nodding.
The kiss started soft, tentative, but quickly deepened as I melted against him. His lips claimed mine, his tongue coaxing moans from me. I'm missing my stepdad, my mother's husband.m, my forbidden desire, but I don't care.
I couldn't hold back anymore. He trailed his hand down, teasing, stroking my nipple, until I was writhing. I gasped his name as he pushed me closer to the edge, his touch making the dildo inside me feel twice as good.
Then, with a wicked smile, he guided my hand and began helping me use it, sliding it in and out slowly, then faster, all while kissing me hard enough to swallow every sound. I clung to him, lost in the rhythm, my body trembling under his control.
Ten minutes felt like forever, waves of pleasure dragging me under, until a sharp knock sounded on the door.
"Aria…open the door."
There's no doubt, the voice belong to Caleb