“Good morning, Cole,” Caleb says, and I duck my head to hide the blush creeping into my cheeks.
“Good morning,” I say, choking a little on the words.Charlotte walks up to the table and addresses me almost formally.
“Cole, I just wanted to apologize for my recent behavior.I have been so childish.And I would like to make it up to you.”I stare at her in disbelief, this can't be real.
“Oookay?”I drawl in question, my eyebrows raised.
“Well my assistant Elenore requires a date to the Sweethearts Ball on Saturday.If you would take her, I would provide for everything: limo, clothing and even a fancy dinner on me.So a date, as it were.”She says with a flourish.I glance at Caleb, and the dark look on his face suggests he is not okay with this idea.
“Charlotte, I appreciate it, but…” I start.
“No buts!There's no need to thank me.I'll arrange everything!And Caleb, you should come as my guest, of course.Well, I must be going, Tata."She turns on her heels and is gone before I can open my mouth to protest.What in the whirlwind tornado was that?
“What just happened?”I look at Caleb.
“Cole, don't go on this date,” Caleb says in a whisper, coming up next to me without touching.
I turn to face him “Caleb, I'm gay.What's the worst that could happen on a date with a girl?Besides, you will be there, so maybe we can sneak away.”I say with a wink.
Caleb groans, his eyes growing dark.“Keep talking like that, and I will have to hide behind my desk all day,”
I smirk with my lips close to his ear whispering.“Maybe I can hide with you.”Caleb grabs my hand with a wicked grin and pulls me with him.
We creep quickly through the hallway until we reach his office.“Caleb?What are you…” I am cut off by his hungry mouth as he pins me against his closed office door.I whimper between his lips turning to instant putty.
“I can't stop thinking about how it felt inside you,” Caleb growls, his voice low and gravelly, his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of my neck, nibbling and sucking in a way that makes my cock twitch in my pants.His breath is hot, his lips wet, and I can feel the hard ridge of his dick pressing against my thigh, demanding attention.
“Me neither,” I say, trembling.My hands claw at his back, desperate to feel more of him, to pull him closer.
His kisses are feral, sloppy and fucking needy.He’s not gentle, and I don’t want him to be.His tongue invades my mouth, claiming me, owning me, and I moan into him, my body already on fire.His hips grind against mine, the friction of our cocks rubbing together through our clothes making my head spin.I’m dizzy with want, with need, with the sheer fucking heat of him.
“Caleb fuck me, please,” I beg, my voice breaking.I’m not ashamed of how desperate I sound.I am desperate.I need him inside me, filling me, stretching me open until I can’t think of anything but him.
He growls against my lips, a sound that’s half animal, half man, and it sends a shiver down my spine.He pulls me away from the door, his hands rough and possessive, and his lips never leave mine.The kisses are erratic, messy, and so fucking hot I can barely stand it.He walks us to his desk, his fingers fumbling in the drawer for a condom and lube.
Fuck yes.My excitement explodes inside me, a wildfire that’s been waiting for this moment.He drags me into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it with a click that feels final, like there’s no turning back now.
He’s on me again in an instant, his lips crashing into mine with an almost violent hunger.His hands are everywhere, my face, my neck, my chest, and I’m drowning in him.He cups my face, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes.
“I need you so fucking bad,” he rasps, his voice raw and broken.The look in his eyes is wild, desperate, and it makes my knees weak.I don’t know how I’m still standing.
“I need you inside of me,” I pant, my voice barely above a whisper.He growls again, a sound that’s pure fucking lust, and he spins me around so we’re both facing the mirror.My reflection is flushed, my lips swollen from his kisses, my eyes dark with desire.
I fumble with my pants, pushing them down along with my underwear until they pool at my ankles.My ass is bare, exposed, and I can feel his eyes on me, burning into my skin.He bends me over the sink, the cold porcelain pressing against my stomach as he lubes up his fingers.
This time, he’s not taking it slow.I feel the burn as he pushes one finger inside me, then two, then three.My hole stretches to accommodate him, “Fffuuuck.”I whine, my forehead pressing against the mirror.It hurts, but it’s a good hurt, the kind that makes my cock leak pre-cum onto the sink.
He pulls his fingers out, and I hear the rip of the condom packet.My skin is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for him.He notches himself at my hole, and then he’s sliding inside me in one swift move.I grunt from the burn of his massive cock splitting me open, but it’s worth it.Having him inside me again is worth every second of pain.
He’s not slow this time.His thrusts are hard and fast, ripping moans and gasps from me that I can’t control.He pulls me up so my back is against his chest, his breath hot on my neck as he whispers, “You have to be quiet.”
He shoves two fingers into my mouth and says with a low growl, “suck.”His other arm wraps around my chest, holding me in place as he pounds into me with a relentless rhythm.
I can see us in the mirror, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his lips parted in a silent moan.My body is quaking from the way he’s hitting my prostate over and over, and there are tears in my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.
He reaches for my cock, fisting it roughly as he growls, “Cum for me, sinful Angel.”My eyes roll back in my head as I explode, cum pulsing out of my cock in thick ropes that splatter against the sink.
The knock on the door barely registers until I hear Charlotte’s voice.My eyes go wide, but Caleb doesn't stop.“Caleb, are you ok?”Charlotte asks from outside the door.
