Caleb's POV
I had just stepped out of the shower, my skin still damp, a towel wrapped low around my waist. My cock refused to soften. Every time my mind wandered back to the way I had sucked Aria last night, the heat in me flared like fire. My shaft pressed against the towel, the bulge so obvious it almost hurt.
I cursed under my breath, running my hand across the outline of my length, groaning when the towel rubbed the sensitive head. "Fuck…" My voice came out rough, frustrated. I had tried to call my girlfriend, but of course she didn't pick up. She must think I'm cheating with Aria. Maybe I am. Maybe I don't even care anymore.
I laid back on the bed, towel still around me, and reached for my phone. My fingers shook slightly as I searched for something nasty enough to drown out my thoughts—lesbian porn. The moans filled the room within seconds, soft at first, then rising, desperate and wet. Their cries pierced through me, fueling the ache in my cock.
I shoved my hand under the towel, gripping myself tight. "Oh, fuck… Aria…" I moaned, stroking slow at first, then harder, matching the rhythm of the women moaning on the screen. My hips jerked upward as I lost myself in the sound.
But no matter how much I stroked, release wouldn't come. My breathing turned ragged, my body tense, sweat sliding down my chest. Frustration boiled over—I needed more, needed something real. I sat up, hissed through my teeth, and tossed the phone aside. My cock was throbbing like it would tear through my skin if I ignored it another second.
I couldn't sit still. The towel clung to me, damp with sweat and need. I dragged myself to the hallway, every step heavier than the last. My cock jutted hard against the cloth, straining as if begging for release.
I stopped at her door. My chest rose and fell, ragged. Then I heard the sound soft at first, then sharper. A moan. Her moan. Aria's voice, breathless, trembling, and it shot straight to my cock like lightning.
"Aria…" I whispered her name without meaning to, pressing my forehead against the door. My fist hovered above the wood, wanting to knock, wanting to burst in, wanting to throw her on the bed and take her until she couldn't speak. The thought made my cock twitch painfully.
But I held back, my teeth grinding. No. If I stepped in now, I'd lose myself. I'd ruin everything. I staggered back from the door, cursing under my breath. My towel loosened as I rushed back into my room.
I slammed the door shut, breath harsh, and fell onto the bed. My cock was so swollen it looked angry. I wrapped the towel around my fist and stroked hard, faster this time, imagining it was her mouth instead of the fabric. My hips bucked up, chasing the phantom touch.
"Fuck—fuck—Aria…" I hissed, my voice breaking as I neared the edge. But even then, release mocked me, hanging just out of reach. I groaned in frustration, throwing the towel aside. This wasn't enough. Not tonight.
I grabbed my phone with a shaking hand, scrolling to her number. The one who always calmed me down. The maid. She picked up after the second ring, her voice soft, sweet, innocent. I didn't waste words.
"Come to my room now."
I ended the call before she could reply, my chest heaving as I paced the room. My cock was throbbing, leaking, every second worse than the last. I swore to myself, Aria would pay. She'd moaned for me even if she thought she hid it. I'd fuck her until she screamed my name the way I just screamed hers.
A knock came at my door and my blood surged. I yanked the door open and there she was, wide-eyed, obedient, already knowing. Her gaze dipped to the bulge in my towel and her lips parted, hungry.
"On your knees," I ordered, my voice rougher than I recognized.
She obeyed instantly, dropping before me. My cock sprang free the moment the towel hit the floor, thick and flushed, pointing at her like it had been waiting all night for this. I held the back of her head and pushed my tip past her lips, groaning as the wet heat swallowed me.
"Yeah… fuck… just like that," I growled, rocking into her mouth, each thrust deeper, harder. The sound of her gagging only pushed me wilder. I clutched her hair tight, pumping her throat, my hips slamming forward until spit ran down her chin.
My free hand found her breasts, kneading rough through her uniform, pinching her nipples until she whimpered around my cock. The vibration made my knees shake. I laughed darkly, drunk on the power.
"Take it… every inch. You're nothing but a hole for me to use," I hissed, slamming deeper, making her throat bulge around me.
My body burned, balls tightening, the edge finally rushing in. I threw my head back, moaning Aria's name instead of hers, emptying myself in violent spurts down the maid's throat. She coughed and swallowed, tears streaming, but I didn't stop till I was wrung dry.
Panting, I yanked out, watching her gasp for breath, cum smeared on her lips. I smirked, bending to grab her chin.
"You did good," I muttered. "But you're not her. Next time… it'll be Aria choking on this cock."
Her eyes widened at my words, but I didn't care. I was already picturing Aria's pretty lips stretched wide, her moans breaking as I ruined her the way I just ruined the maid's throat.