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It’s been hours. You glance down at your hunter watch again, seeing the display read a dreadful 19:07 and no new messages. In frustration, you shuck it off your wrist and toss it into the accessory dish on your vanity. Caleb’s late. Instant noodles already occupy your stomach instead of braised pork belly or hot pot or whatever saucy delicacy you could possibly persuade him to make.
While you’re disappointed, it doesn’t mean you have to completely waste your evening. Planning revenge on Caleb is just as productive as spending time with him. And far better than sitting up worrying when he’s likely caught up in some mundane meeting that even he doesn’t want to be at (you hope beyond hope). What would be better is filling the apartment with the sounds of what he’s missing out on. And you have just the vibrating device to help you do so.
What you don’t anticipate is just how much longer you’d have to keep it up.
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Caleb finally ambles through the door, sure you'd be asleep, and starts to head to the bathroom to wash up first. But he stops when he hears the faint buzzing sound coming from your bedroom. He knows exactly what it is and what it means. You didn't even turn on any music to drown out the little device and your resulting moans this time. You want him to hear.
It takes everything in him not to interrupt you–two can play at that game. He merely washes his face, making sure the water runs loudly, and goes to his own room.
Meanwhile, your breathing stills the moment you hear the front door, a molten wave of arousal crashing over you at the thought of your plan finally coming to fruition. Caleb's going to find you on your back with your legs spread and thighs shaking from your nth orgasm of the night. You even made sure to wear the white, lace panties he likes, even though they hang uselessly around one ankle now. The little bullet vibrator sits snug against your aching clit even though your fingers are getting tired from the effort of holding it. He really is late.
But as you shift, the vibrations tickle just the right spot and just the right image of Caleb walking in and pleading for your forgiveness crosses your mind and you're coming once more. It's sharp and brief, but your gasp is audible. That should do it.
However.
All you hear is the sound of the bathroom sink for a minute and then… silence.
You turn off the toy and sit up. Caleb really just… went to bed? You're going to strangle him.
You huff and get up, pulling your panties up for now and smooth out the nightshirt (Caleb's old shirt) you were planning on wearing to bed. But now, there's no way you'll let him have the satisfaction. You open your bedroom door to go to the bathroom and clean up yourself when you see that Caleb's door is wide open. That part's not unusual when you're staying with him, he likes to make sure you know you're always invited to tuck yourself in next to him. But that's not the kind of breathing you hear when he's tired or sleeping.
Ragged, stuttered breaths reach you across the hall. But there's no way he got changed and worked up and all that in the minute it took you to come out. He has to just be baiting you with some fake sounds, right?
You ignore the remaining wetness between your legs and march over to Caleb's bedroom, ready to give him a piece of your mind. The sight that greets you is something you could never have prepared yourself for. Caleb hasn’t even taken off his Farspace Fleet cap, let alone his uniform. The ornate fabric lies half-open and hastily shoved down just enough to get his cock out, undone belt buckle clanking as he shifts his hips up into his own hand. At least he has the decency to have removed his gloves.
Your heart skips a beat as you rake your gaze along his haphazard form stretched out on his mattress in much the same position you had just been, one leg propped up against the sheets to give you a view of his fingers curled around his half-hardness. You don’t know whether to be impressed or disappointed at the middle ground in his arousal. On one hand, that is an absurdly short amount of time to have gotten chubbed up in, and on the other hand, why isn’t he painfully hard and leaking from just having heard you moan once?
“Having fun, Colonel?” you ask, announcing your presence as you fold your arms across your chest and lean against the door frame.
“Not as much fun as you–mmph–seemed to be having,” Caleb breathes, throwing your little tactic right back in your face.
It’s not fair how the catch in his voice stirs your already overworked core back to life. Even less fair when you see his hand dip even further into his unbuttoned slacks, stimulating some unseen part of his cock that makes it twitch against his pelvis. This is what you were supposed to be doing to him. But you suppose you learned your brattiness from the best.
Your brows furrow as you stay in place, firmly standing your ground in this tug of war. “I had lots of fun. There’s just something about doing it myself that no one can replicate. I haven’t gotten off that many times in one night in forever.” You try to sound nonchalant, pressing the button that is Caleb’s wholehearted desire to please you or die trying.
There’s an audible inhale that comes from Caleb and he finally meets your eyes. His own are shadowed beneath the brim of his hat, just barely catching the faint lamplight in a subtle, watchful gleam. “How many?”
“Huh?” The question catches you off-guard, and your arms fall to your sides as you stand straighter as if that would help your mind wrap around what he’s asking you.
“How many times did you come while you were waiting for me, pipsqueak?”
Heat floods between your legs like a torrent when Caleb clarifies with the sharp tone befitting his rank. You know he won’t ask again. But you’re not his subordinate, and he can’t beat you at this game. “Four times. That’s how long you took. Not that I needed you to actually be here, anyway,” you say with a shrug, finally taking a few steps toward the end of the bed. Your eyes never leave him. “Just imagining you begging for me is enough. That Caleb is a good boy.”
You don’t miss the way Caleb’s hand tightens around his length, stroking in earnest while his abdomen clenches involuntarily beneath the rumpled hem of his uniform jacket. His gaze darkens as you approach, hues of amber and amethyst swirling as the clash between challenging you further and giving in wage war in his irises. “And I’m not?”
“You could be,” you chuckle, spurred on by the indignation in his voice. “But not with that.” You nod down to his cock now fully hard in his hand from the banter between you two. “My bullet is far more useful.”
Caleb sits up in a swift jerk, but aborts the motion before fully taking your bait. His urge to defend his manhood is rather sweet. “I haven’t heard you complain yet,” he mumbles, settling back into the pillows behind him and using his free hand to loosen his tie beneath his shirt collar.
You know that move. And it works. As much as you enjoy seeing Caleb in uniform, any amount of getting him out of it and returning him back to civilian Caleb is even more enticing. That’s your Caleb. You hike up your shirt over your thighs a bit to get a leg up onto the bed, flashing your messy panties just beneath. The rough sound of his breathing stops for several seconds as you begin to crawl closer. “How could I possibly complain when I can’t even speak while you’re inside me? Do you even know how deep you get? It’s ridiculous.”
Caleb’s stony expression falters, eyes widening the closer you get. His throat bobs as he swallows hard, hands going still in favor of putting all his attention on you. “You’re way too big, Caleb. Where’s it even going?” you continue, savoring Caleb’s shock at your boldness. Not that either of you should be surprised anymore, you’re on the same wavelength of troublemaking, even in bed.
You finally reach the spread apex of Caleb’s thighs and line yourself up right at the bulge of what’s left covered by his slacks. There’s not even a whisper of protest as you reach out to take his aching cock into your own hand, using the other to lift the baggy shirt draped over your frame just enough to expose the whole of your stomach. “See? What use is all this length, anyway?” You scoot forward, lace-covered cunt settling flush to the base of Caleb’s inseam while you direct his heavy shaft to press against your belly, sizing it out to where it would approximately be inside of you.
Caleb groans and you feel him twitch against your stomach, despite your bullying of him. You glance down to see the wet tip reach just to your navel and it has you biting the inside of your lip against a moan from your own throat. He doesn’t retort this time, the look of surprise turning into pleading as he crumbles beneath you. Checkmate.
“Oh wait, I know how to use it,” you giggle like you just had a revelation, letting Caleb go only to straddle his lap and reach down to finish undoing the buttons of his uniform. He quickly moves to help you, various metal details clattering together as they’re pushed aside. The status of each emblem means nothing at this moment.
You drop your hips over the swell of his cock, the soft, damp drag of your panties along his underside pulling a shuddering breath from Caleb’s lungs. His hands immediately go to your hips but he doesn’t push or pull you, letting you move however you wish. You know you’re giving yourself away with just how warm you are beneath the dainty fabric, and even though you already won, you can’t help nudging him just a little further into desperation. You fully seat yourself against the agonizingly hard length of him, trapping him between your clothed folds and the taut expanse of his abdomen. Caleb fits so perfectly against you, the jerk of his hips beneath you encouraging you to rut against the underside of his cock. The message is clear: use him the way you would use your toys.
But it couldn’t be more different. Caleb is so warm and responsive between your legs while the bullet was cool to the touch and vibrated only where you made it do so. Here you can feel each breath Caleb takes, the squeeze of his hands on your hips, the tiny thrusts he physically can’t help to match your rhythm. And oh, can you hear him. His cut-off groans, the nearly whimpering mess you’ve made of him between panting that makes his chest heave with every inhale. It’s enough to re-ignite the level of arousal that you started the evening with.
When you feel his broad hands slide up your sides, gathering your nightshirt along the way, you get the hint and lift your arms. The loose cotton is easily discarded and leaves plenty of skin to roam along with vaguely rough, callused palms. You didn’t even know your body could get this sensitive again after all you’ve already put it through. And with the way your clit presses right up under the head of his length with each thrust, you think you might even be able to come again.
“W-wait, if you keep this up, I won’t last much longer,” Caleb gasps, and you pretend to roll your eyes.
“That’s the point, dummy,” you respond, but the way he looks up at you makes you realize you’re about to give in to whatever he requests.
“But I wanna make you come on my cock, too. Just one more, yeah?”
You pray to the gods he can’t feel the instantaneous throb of your arousal against him, but you know he’ll wait for your consent even if he did. You clear your throat that has suddenly become tight from holding back a more needy reply. “If you think you can, go ahead.”
As soon as your hips go still in acquiescence, Caleb has you in his hold, quickly maneuvering you down onto the bed on your back where he just was. The movement leaves you breathless when you have Caleb’s broad form looming over you, unrestrained want in his eyes. You both got what you were after tonight: you bullying him to his breaking point as punishment, and him getting you in his bed in whatever capacity he can have you. Caleb shrugs off the remainder of his clothes, letting the jacket fall to the floor with his shirt, the sleeves still tucked inside one another. His slacks and underwear barely make it past his ankles before he’s pulling at your panties, and you bite at your lower lip as you watch him almost purposely drop the delicate material atop the remnants of his uniform. It makes you squirm under him, increasingly hungry to claim him just like that.
“You can call the shots, Colonel,” Caleb says as he relinquishes the last of his gear to you, placing his Fleet cap on your head with a sly smile.
You immediately reach out for him, fingers catching the chain of the necklace from you that he never removes, and tug him down to you. “Kiss me first,” you demand in the spoiled manner only he would let you get away with.
You barely even get to finish speaking before Caleb bends down the rest of the way, catching your lips in a heated kiss like he’d been starving for it all day. Which is probably accurate. Your hands take the opportunity to run along his shoulders and arms, savoring every cut of muscle and plush valley in between. Being so thoroughly surrounded by Caleb’s scent sends a shiver of contentment down your spine, and you find yourself stealing breaths between ardent kisses. It’s only when your abdomen spasms as an unexpected drop of wetness hits your skin that you pull away and glance down between your bodies. A string of precum connects the ruddy tip of his cock to the curve of your pelvis and you can’t help but take pity on him finally.
“Caleb.”
“Yes ma’am?” he responds promptly, even though his lips continue to litter kisses along your jawline and neck.
“You can put it in.”
Caleb’s resulting groan stokes the heat in your core to a boiling point and you know you’re going to pay dearly for working him up like this. In the best way possible. But even for all his desperation, Caleb is careful with you, guiding his tip to your slick entrance and coating himself in your wetness. Just the bare drag of him against you has you gasping, fingertips digging into the meat of his shoulders in anticipation. He really is too big, even just the head of his cock being nudged inside stretches you past initial comfort. The problem is when your body craves the intrusion, already aching for more when Caleb pauses to let you adjust. In an even more commanding move, your legs lift over his hips to cross behind his lower back, clinging to him and urging him forward. You feel an amused huff of breath against your neck but he still moves slowly to fill you with measured thrusts despite your echo of his name increasing in pitch with each one.
His breaths are heavy yet restrained, barely able to maintain a steady rhythm until he’s fully seated inside you and your legs are trembling around him. Kisses pepper along your skin in soothing presses, and it amazes you how your body always makes enough room for him, contouring to his size with every shaky exhale from your lungs. “Takin’ me so good,” Caleb pants out, his resolve shattering in the wake of your heat. “Wanna make you feel good. Can I go faster? Please?”
If he wasn’t being so careful, that ‘please’ would have taken you over the edge already. “Yes, yes, just move already,” you’re babbling now, nails leaving indents in Caleb’s skin that he doesn’t even chide you for.
The moment you relax around him, he starts moving, cock dragging along your sensitive walls and lighting up your nerve endings in an entirely different way than earlier this evening. Each breath is knocked out of you with the depth of his thrusts, so incredibly full of him that words fail you and you’re reduced to a whining mess. You weren’t kidding when you said you couldn’t coherently complain even if you wanted to. Caleb’s own breathy groans are right by your ear, the sway of his necklace tickling the side of your neck as his larger form practically envelops you completely. As if he has taken extensive notes on your pleasure before, he deftly hikes up one of your thighs against his waist, angling you just right to meet the relentless drive of his cock. The way your fingertips find purchase in the crease of Caleb’s spine in a desperate hold projects the mantra of 'right there, right there' repeating on loop in your head. You turn your face away as heat rises to your cheeks, one hand peeling away from his back to try and stifle your sounds against your knuckles. It’s embarrassing how quickly he takes you apart.
But Caleb is having none of that, pushing himself up a bit more as soon as he can’t hear you properly and apprehends the offending hand. Your attention snaps back up to him above you, only catching the glimpse of that overly fond smile of his that belies something far more depraved. He takes your wrist and guides your hand down to your own stomach, settling just below your navel right as he grinds directly into that spot from inside you–properly implementing what you had demonstrated before. But he doesn’t look down this time, his gaze trained on your face like he doesn't want to miss a single expression you make. Especially ones he's responsible for.
“Caleb…!” you cry out, vision going hazy in your overwrought state, but you can still clearly feel the nudge of him beneath your palm once, twice, three times, and then you snap.
Pleasure wracks your body, leaving you shuddering and arching up into Caleb who holds you through it. You’re so tight around him there’s no way he can move, each pulse of your orgasm gripping him like a vice. You’re only vaguely aware of the gentle kisses and soothing brush of his hand through your hair where his Colonel’s cap had tumbled off. When you come back to reality, Caleb is looking at you expectantly and you can practically imagine a fluffy puppy tail wagging behind him. “Was I a good boy?”
You chuckle hoarsely and nod, reaching both hands up to cradle his face. “You’re a good boy. Not so useless, I guess.”
There’s still a glint of need just beneath the pride in Caleb’s grin, but you know you’re wrecked now. And it would be more trouble than it’s worth to push through and have Caleb figure out he was hurting you. So you get a little crafty. “And good boys get to use my thighs to finish.”
Maybe it’s a bit indulgent, but you know how much he likes it. How he’ll hold your feet together and tuck himself between your legs while you’re in the bath with him, how you’ll give him something tight to rut into when it’s just too early in the morning for either of you, but the warmth of your thighs under the covers is calling to him.
Caleb’s eyes widen once more, eager but searching your expression to make sure you’re really okay with it. “Such a generous offer, Colonel,” he finally accepts, slipping back into the playful role of a subordinate.
He gingerly pulls back, leaving you empty, which feels tragic even though your nerve endings are on fire. But the reverie doesn’t last a moment longer until you’re flipped over with the help of Caleb’s evol, landing you on your hands and knees on the bed. “Don’t regret your decision,” he taunts, voice a low whisper.
“Don’t make me wait,” you shoot back, a bit more bratty than the cool commander you were supposed to be portraying.
You crane your head as far over your shoulder as you can to watch Caleb work you into position–nudging your legs together between his knees and adjusting your hips to his height. You’re urged to lower your torso, leaning down on your forearms against the pillow beneath you. You can see the veins in Caleb’s arms straining from keeping himself at bay until everything is perfect, and more importantly, you are comfortable. Only then does he let his cock, still slick with your wetness push at the seam of your closed thighs. Your cunt clenches around nothing while the head of Caleb’s length presses into the soft part of your thighs just inches below. His brow is furrowed in concentration, ragged breaths showing in the uneven rises and falls of his chest. He’s not slow this time because he doesn’t want to cause you discomfort, but now, it’s just so tight. You have to consciously will your hamstrings to stop flexing so he can even fit; a hunter’s musculature is no joke.
“S’tight, pipsqueak,” he echoes the sentiment in slurred praise, just as far gone here as he was buried in you.
All you’re able to get out is a quiet, “Mmph,” in agreement as your head tips forward, meeting your forearm while Caleb’s cock slides against your skin. It’s hot and slippery, his own precum mixing with yours until it’s just enough to make the movements easier. Then he’s leaning over your back, one hand keeping your hips firmly in place while he takes what he needs. It’s messy and primal the way he fucks himself between your thighs, and you don’t even know why you’re moaning like he’s inside you again. But if this is how you can feel him rough and completely untethered, you’ll take it. It’s a jarring pace, one that would keep you from walking the next day from inevitable soreness were he to properly take you with it. This is far more preferable. Wet squelches follow the thrust of his length into the cramped space, the tip breaching the front of your thighs to occasionally nudge against your belly with how you’re angled. You can’t help looking down, the dim lighting barely illuminating the outline of Caleb’s tip beneath the shadow of your own body.
The sight has you squirming, unable to keep still until you hear a husky, rumbling sound of frustration from Caleb’s throat behind you. “Don’t think I’m gonna let you wriggle away now,” he says sharply, and you can’t help but feel like you’ve been ensnared by every part of him.
As if to illustrate his point, Caleb slips his arm that had been at your hip now around your midsection, hauling you upright against him. Your back meets his chest hard and the return to your proper height difference has you drop down directly onto Caleb’s cock. You don’t even have time to cry out over the heat of him now flat against your folds before he’s tipping your face toward his over your shoulder and stealing a hungry kiss. Now there’s no amount of squirming you can accomplish while he continues to rut between your legs, even though the added friction and oversensitivity is making you want to do so more. You can only grab onto the arm that is holding you so firmly while your other hand reaches back to desperately anchor Caleb into the kiss, fingers aimlessly clutching any bit of skin you can get ahold of and ultimately tangling in the chain around Caleb’s neck.
The sounds between you grow wetter and wetter until you feel him seize against your back. Caleb jerks back just enough that his release is spent right at the warmest part of you, deep between your thighs and up against your cunt. You shiver, feeling the hot spurts flood the crevice Caleb had made for himself and let loose a shaky breath at the sound of your own name in that gravelly whisper against your lips. You let him pulse against you for what feels like forever, a sign that this was more needed than you could have imagined. Something you both needed.
Finally, Caleb gently lowers you down, kisses trailing over your shoulder until you meet the pillow beneath you again. You peel your thighs apart to feel the thick fluid drip down your skin with a grin you have to bite your lower lip against to avoid being too obvious. But he catches it anyway. “I think you might have liked that even more than I did,” Caleb snickers, reaching for the tissue box on his nightstand.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You barely try to evoke a more unwitting image than your giggle allows for, though it trails off into a contented hum when you feel the stroke of soft tissue along your legs as Caleb wipes you down before anything reaches the surface of his comforter.
“Uh-huh… I’ll try not to be this late again, though. I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” His sincerity is marked with a kiss at your waist, even as he’s cleaning the most sensitive area he sullied.
“You’re forgiven. As much as I’d like to keep you tethered to me at all times, I love it even more when you return so safe and sound that I can’t even worry.”
You flop over onto your back while Caleb throws the tissues away, barely having a moment to breathe before he’s gathering you into his arms and picking you up off the bed entirely. You can tell you’re headed to the bathroom and gladly cling to the man set on pampering you through the rest of the night.
“I promise that’s always the plan,” he asserts, carrying you out of the bedroom and into the hall.
“I know.” You press your lips to his cheek. “But I don’t think you mind the consequences.”
“If that’s the consequence, I can’t wait to see what the reward is like.”