Aria's POV
The morning sunlight spilled across my bed, warm and golden, brushing against my flushed skin. I groaned softly, my body aching in ways that had nothing to do with sleep. Last night's memory lingered, thick and heavy: Richard's lips teasing every curve, his tongue mapping my sensitive peaks, the way he'd sucked me until I shivered and gasped, barely holding back a scream of need. My fingers itched to follow that memory, brushing against the swell of my nipples, hard and aching, my clit pulsing with an unrelenting insistence.
A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it, low and desperate, as if my own body demanded satisfaction. I closed my eyes, heart hammering, imagining Richard's eyes on me—dark, commanding, possessive. And then the thought of Caleb hit me like fire through my veins. I shivered violently, remembering how he had take me him, suck my clit and drink in my orgasm… and how badly I wanted to feel him, taste him, claim him in ways I shouldn't even consider.
A knock at the door broke my spiraling thoughts. "Aria? Are you awake, darling?" My mother's voice floated in, soft yet knowing, teasing in its edge.
My hand froze, hovering over my slick folds, cheeks burning hot. "I-I'm awake," I whispered, my voice trembling as my fingers twitched instinctively.
She entered, smiling faintly, her eyes lingering on me, and my stomach twisted, heat pooling in my lower belly.
"You're still sleeping by now?" she asked, stepping closer.
My nipples tightening painfully against the sheets, clit throbbing as if demanding my attention.
"Y-yes… I—" I stammered, barely able to speak as a low whimper escaped me, betraying my arousal.
My mother tilted her head, amused. "You're too lazy Aria. You should be up by now cleaning the house but see you, sleeping by this hour of the day." She scolded and her sharp voice made a finger jerked in hard in my wet house.
"Hmmm…" I breathed hard and she raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I will be up soon." I said adding another finger into my pussy, pushing it in out while my thumb play with my clit. I sucked in my lower lips, maintain eye contact with mum so she'd not notice anything. I was only trying hard not to raised my leg so my hand will have the full access to my slippery house.
"You better do." She turned to leave but then turn back again. "And also, be careful around Caleb," she said lightly, her gaze sharp. "I saw him outside your door last night… he was only wrapped with towel and I could tell his cock was standing. Thank God your door is locked. I'm going to inform his father so he can warn him off the boundary of my daughter." She said with a stern voice. Only if he knew his father made me come multiple time yesterday without his cock in me.
"I don't know what he's looking for with a stand cock." She continue.
I closed my eyes, my breath hitched, body arching involuntarily and my finger pressed harder against hole. A soft moan escaped my lips, soft, wet, and pleading, as the memory of Caleb standing there with his dick erect, it burned in my mind. I withdraw my finger and let it traced delicate, teasing circles against my down lips, slickening themselves further, dragging my pulse higher, each flick sending shivers through my pelvis.
"Aria… darling, are you alright?" my mother asked,
I moaned again, soft, short, "Y-yes… I'm fine…" though my words were useless against the way my body throbbed and demanded more.
She smiled knowingly. "Get ready. We have groceries to buy today." Her voice softened just a fraction, lingering with warmth.
As soon as she left, I couldn't stop. I tugged the sheets closer, my heat pooling dangerously, my fingers exploring with increasing urgency, my nails grazing my sensitive flesh.
"Fuck Aria… you like this…yeah…." moans tumbled from my lips, each breath ragged and shaky.
"Hmmmm…." I breath down as I twirled my fingers slowly inside myself, pressing and flicking my clit, letting the slick wetness coat my skin. My nipples tingled unbearably, aching for touch, and I rubbed them through the soft fabric of my nightgown, arching into every stroke of my own hand.
"Ah… oh… yes…" I whispered, my body trembling violently as my hips moved of their own accord, craving, seeking the release I didn't yet allow. My mind spun, thoughts fractured between shame and anticipation, desire and curiosity. Caleb's name pushed its way into my lips almost involuntarily, a breathless murmur against my own ears. "Caleb… please…. Come fuck me hard…"
Finally, trembling and flushed, I pulled my finger out and slide into my mouth, licking and tasting my steer juicy that was dressing so hard. I removed the blanket, letting fresh air embrace my pussy while my finger slide down to bring up more juicy and i lick everything. Sucking unto my finger until it touched my throat.
When I was finally done, I pushed myself off the bed. I ran to the bathroom, letting the warm water wash away the sheen of sweat, though not the ache still lingering between my thighs. Dressing was mechanical.
Downstairs, I froze slightly at the sight of Caleb leaning casually against the counter, his arms was crossed on his chest, his eyes dark with unreadable intent. My cheeks burned crimson. I avoided his gaze, my hands clenched in my lap, my heart hammering in my chest, but the ache, the anticipation, the wet pulse between my legs… it refused to quiet. Every glance, every subtle shift of his body, made my thighs squeeze involuntarily, my nipples hard beneath my blouse.
The car ride felt endless. My stomach twisted at the thought of Caleb's body pressed against mine, at his dominance, at the need coiling ever tighter. Every time he spoke, every shift, every glance out the window, it was like an electric shock down my spine. My fingers flexed against the fabric of my skirt, my heart racing, breaths short, cheeks burning as I tried and failed to contain the heat pooling dangerously low.
When nature finally demanded relief, I excused myself with trembling legs, my heart pounding as I rushed to the restroom. Relief washed over me in the privacy of the small room, but it only amplified the awareness of every nerve, every slick pulse of desire, every throbbing ache for Caleb's touch. Just as I straightened, ready to leave, I heard the unmistakable click of a door locking behind me.
I turned, a sharp jolt of anticipation and panic mingling in my chest, to see Caleb leaning against the door, his eyes dark, focused, hungry.
"W-what… are you doing?" I breathed, but he only smirked, slow and predatory, tugging down his trousers just enough. My eyes widened, at the sight of his cock, it was larger, veined and already glistening, a promise of everything my body ached for.
"Take responsibility, for what you did," he commanded, low and rough, his voice vibrating through me, sending a shiver straight to my core.
I didn't need another word. Desire completely overrode hesitation. I sank lower on my knees, my lips parting instinctively, tongue flicking out to taste him, savor him, explore every inch of his hardness. My hands slid up his firm, muscular thighs, tracing the ridges and veins, pressing my palms into the heat of him.
"Fuck Aria….." he missed loudly. I raised my head and realized his eyes were short and he guide his shirt from sliding down.
Every low, guttural moan that rolled from his throat sent shivers straight down my spine, my own wetness coating my fingers, clit throbbing uncontrollably as I matched the slow, deliberate pulse of his hips.
I traced the length of him with my tongue, swirling, teasing the tip, dragging my lips along the sensitive underside, sucking softly, greedily, letting my tongue trace every vein, every contour. I inhaled deeply, drowning in the musky scent of him, letting it fill me, igniting a fire between my thighs. My own moans tumbled out—wet, desperate, and loud enough to echo against the walls—as I moved with careful, teasing rhythm, coaxing him higher, tasting his essence over and over.
Caleb shifted, his hips pressing slightly, testing, savoring, each motion sending new jolts of heat through me. I matched him, tongue rolling, lips sucking, moaning around him as my hands slid higher to grip his taut thighs, fingers brushing dangerously close to where heat pooled between my own folds. My nipples tightened painfully, aching for touch, and I rubbed them through the thin fabric of my top, gasping, biting my lip to keep from crying out too loud.
The room filled with our gasps, the slick sounds of wet flesh and lips, the desperate hums and moans that built into a rhythm all their own. My body shivered violently, hips rolling slightly forward, fingers pressing, flicking, teasing myself as I pleasured him, every flick of my tongue making him groan deeper, rougher, more insistent. Desire curled around us like a living thing, heavy, suffocating, impossible to ignore.
Every heartbeat, every gasp, every shuddered breath built the tension higher, coiling tighter and tighter inside me. I was lost in him, in the wet, slick heat of my own need, every nerve screaming for more. My cheeks burned, mouth slick and trembling, breaths ragged and uneven, as our moans mingled.