Prompt: Sex toys
Madrid was nearly a year behind them, but it felt more like a distant memory as Caleb walked through the doorway to the apartment building that was Spencer's. He moved to Washington D.C. a couple of months ago and whenever they had the time to hang out they did. Of course, that wasn't all that often lately. She lived off campus but was still focused on her studies while he worked. With finals right around the corner he thought she could use a break. If that just meant them sharing dinner and him watching television while she studied he would consider it a successful night.
He had gotten in the habit of letting himself in with the key she hid under her mat...the key she really needed to move. It was the least creative spot. How many times had he said that? Still, after he unlocked the door he put the key back and placed the bottle of wine down on the counter. The wine that would actually make her stop thinking about all the work she had to do for five minutes.
"Hey, Spence. That Thai place you liked was closed," he called out, "I thought we'd just order a pizza. I'll call after bathroom."
She didn't reply but that wasn't exactly unusual for him. They got into a comfortable routine where they could just show up at each other's places and it all went fine. It didn't hurt that neither of them were seeing anyone.
Without thinking much of it he pushed the slightly cracked door to the bathroom open and stopped dead in his tracks. She was on the edge of her tub, one foot on the bottom on it, one foot on the tile floor, bouncing herself up and down on one of those suction cup dildos. He didn't even know she had one. The idea of her fucking herself rarely crossed his mind. He thought about her like this before. He tried his best not to because of the line they tried to set up, but whenever he had this little fantasy it was him she was riding.
In a way this was hotter.
He was pretty sure she hadn't seen him yet by the way she just kept moving. He really should have moved away, pretend none of this ever happened and snuck back out of her apartment, and wait a bit before he entered.
He was too captivated to move.
"Fuck, Caleb. Harder." Was the moan that slipped from her and began to feel his cock harden in his jeans. Just the sound of his name falling so desperately from her lips did something to him he couldn't explain. It only took a few moments before her orgasm was overtaking her. She moaned his name again until she caught her breath, only took look over at him, standing there, like an opening to a porn movie. "How long have you been standing there?"
He didn't reply and instead Caleb moved to sit with her, fully clothed, his position mimicking her own leaving a few inches between the two of them. "Long enough." It was a bold move, he knew. They were friends. Even all the times he thought she was going to kiss him she didn't. They remained friends who didn't cross the line that was drawn in the sand between them. Sometimes he thought he was imaging the way she would look at him, but the way she thought about him as she got herself off was enough to change his mind.
The only problem was he wanted more.
Spencer's eyes widened and she tried to stand but his hand went for her hip, keeping her there. "How long?" He asked but when she looked confused he elaborated, "How long since you've wanted to fuck me?"
"Caleb...we..." she stumbled over her words.
"Spence."
It was almost like she wanted to be closer to him, leaning forward just enough, not removing the hand at her hip. "That night in Madrid."
"You're really hot right now." And fuck she was. Spencer was the type of girl who wore things that didn't always leave much to the imagination. He always noticed the way her short skirts and dresses gave him just enough to drive him crazy...though he didn't suspect that was her intention. Or the way her shirts fit tightly against her that on days she decided not to wear a bra he could see her erect nipples like she wasn't bothering with a shirt at all. But seeing her there, naked, so raw before him was a different kind of hot. His thumb brushed along her hip bone and took notice of the way she didn't cover herself and she didn't ask him to leave. So he sat there, eyes following the lines of her body, lingering on every part just a little too long. Was that a blush on her cheeks?
"I should get dressed."
"Don't." He moved so he sitting as close as he could, spreading his legs further apart to fit around her more, her legs brushing his, and the outline of erection visible. Not that it made them any more even with just how many clothes he was wearing. "I wanna see you get off."
"What?" She looked at him and leaned back just slightly.
"I know you were thinking about it."
"I wasn't." She was lying. "You're not the only Caleb alive."
"The only Caleb you know."
"We're not doing this here," she gestured to the bathroom and just how exposed she was.
"Come on, Spence." He leaned forward so his hands were resting at her bare thigh, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "You can't tell me your pussy doesn't ache right now, begging to come again. When was the last time you got laid? By a real cock, not some plastic toy?" He barely even waited for her to answer. "Exactly. I came here to help you relax. What better way than to..." he paused, his hands resting on her hips as he gently guided her up and down just when he felt her move.
"This is a bad idea," she whispered. Not that it seemed to stop her.
He had to let a laugh out at that, "Getting yourself off is never a bad idea."
"This is something straight out of a porn."
"Now all I can think about is you doing this while watching some awful porn." And he liked the idea way too much.
"Shut up."
"That's not a denial."
She didn't reply and just moaned.
"Think of my cock," he whispered as his hands found her breasts, letting her handle herself. "Stretching you," he kissed at her neck, "making your entire body feel pleasure," another kiss, "your pussy tight around me, so wet you're dripping each time you lift yourself off of me, you can't think of anything except how good I make you feel, how much you've wanted this for so long."
"Caleb, please." She moaned, only moving herself faster now.
It was a sight before him. Just watching her take her pleasure. There was no one to worry about but herself and fuck it was hot. Spencer was rarely so unreserved. Sex always made it so people made decisions they wouldn't otherwise. They'd never be here but he just had to watch her. His cock was throbbing now but he didn't worry about himself. He watched as each time she lifted herself off the silicone toy she would slam herself down a little harder. She angled herself forward and he nipped at her skin.
Her hand moved from where she was bracing herself on the tub, finding her clit and rubbing it furiously.
"Just like that, baby," he murmured, "Fuck yourself for me."
"I can't."
"You can."
"It's...I need to come but I just can't." The desperation in her voice is real.
"It's just us. Stop worrying," he breathed the words against her skin. She was tense and he had every intention of taking that tension away from her. "Nothing else exists. Just think of the way it feels. It's just you. Just like that. Over and over. Up and down." Her hand moved to his his jean clad thigh then, shutting her eyes, "Your entire body burns and you can barely breathe. Each time you sink back down it's just a little more until you can't take it. Come for me, Spencer. Come."
It was all she needed until she was doing just that. He watched her as her lips parted and her back arched, her hand gripped into his thigh like a death grip. She barely caught her breath before she was lifting herself off of it and sat in his lap, resting her head against his shoulder, one arm draped around his neck. It was as if all her bones just melted and she needed him to exist.
"I just need a minute," she whispered, looking down between them, "I'm ruining your pants."
"After that you can ruin anything you want."
"Shut up." But then her hand moved to his crotch and applied pressure against his very hard cock.
He caught her wrist, "Don't worry about it." He wanted it, her, but there was something that stopped him...probably the feeling that she was only doing it to be nice.
"Caleb, I can't just leave you after...that."
He shook his head, "It was a friend helping a friend."
"Then let me help you," she insisted, looking up at him, regaining some of her composure.
"This was about you." he whispered, "I'm going to order pizza. Usual?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "I should...get dressed."
The air shifted between them before Spencer stood. Caleb didn't really want to think about how they weren't just friends anymore. He hated that conversation. He did his best not to watch her as she walked out of the bathroom, leaving him to sit there and think about all the things that would help the situation in his pants from haunting him the rest of the evening, painfully so.