Prompt: Multiple orgasms/marathon sex
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They got married in Madrid in the summer.
Spencer blamed her mom for how extravagant the entire affair turned out. She never should have told her she was engaged. She should have shown up on day and told them at she and Caleb had gotten married, but that would make her a little similar to Melissa. That was the last thing she wanted. Instead she lived a new kind of hell spending months planning a wedding neither of them truly wanted. When his birth mom got involved it ended up being worse. Two wealthy mothers coming together was a recipe for disaster that they were in the middle of.
Not that it didn't mean it wasn't beautiful...because it was. She loved every moment of it, something she refused to admit to her mother. Instead she hung on her husband's arm all night. Husband. It brought a smile to her face each time she thought and said it. They made nice...as nice as they could. Even when his hand was on her thigh and she would brush her hand across his crotch, teasing him through his dress pants endlessly.
They initiated a no sex policy two weeks before the wedding and by the end off the night her body was on fire. She needed him so much more than she needed to partake in a million traditions that seemed silly to her. By the time they made it back to the quarters that were all theirs she couldn't stop smiling as she looked at him. It all started in that very city and she never thought they would make it that far. She didn't intend on marrying Caleb when they first connected, but by the time they did she wanted nothing more.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He asked as he shut the door to the bedroom behind him, her standing the middle of it.
She smiled softly, it far different now that they were alone, "A million times and it never gets old."
"But as beautiful as you look you need that dress off. Now." There was nothing more that she wanted than to be out of her dress. It was a halter lace dress, perfectly fitted to her body, with a series of buttons along the entire length of her back holding her in. Breathing was clearly not a thought on the designer's mind.
"Then take it off." She turned around then, leaving him to painfully undo ever last button, his breath on her neck, her entire body on fire. Only when he felt her push from her shoulders did she let the material fall to the ground, stepping out of it as her hands tugged on his tie, loosening the knot and pulling it from around his neck. She didn't care about their clothes as long as they ended up not wearing any.
"Shit, Spence." He whispered, his eyes following the lines of her body.
"I know you'd prefer," she began as she undid the buttons of his shirt, "if I wore nothing under the dress, but there are rules a lady has to follow." And those rules only made her smirk at his reaction to the barely there lace bra that followed the same neckline of her dress, and the panties that were pure lace leaving so very little to the imagination. She ran her hands along his bare chest with the shirt open, pushing it off his shoulders and watching as it fell away. "I'm supposed to be an innocent virgin, after all. Head to toe in white like a girl who hasn't been spoiled."
"This is good, too." His hands ran along the sides of her torso, running over her breasts, able to feel her nipples harden at the touch. "But it needs to come off," so he did just that, pulling it from her, leaving her there topless before him. Just as he preferred. "There's nothing innocent or spoiled about you."
"Certainly not after tonight." Growing impatient she pulled at his belt, then the button of his slacks, letting them fall, pulling his boxers down. She left him then, letting him rid himself of his shoes and socks as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her hands rested behind her as she crossed one leg over the other just watching him. She heard tales of those doing nothing but sleeping and just enjoying the romance of the whole evening but her cunt was throbbing and looking at him made her needier than she could ever remember being. She wanted him for hours, all night long, not sleeping until they were about to pass out.
"No, certainly not after tonight." He agreed and made his way over to the bed where he kissed her, slow and deep, running his hand through her hair, pushing her down against the bed, her legs wrapping around him to draw him closer. "Plus, innocent girls don't don't play the games you played tonight."
"I have no idea what you are talking about." She bit down on her lip and batted her eyelashes at him. The innocent game was not one she played often but something about it now only made her all the more hot and bothered.
"No, because you're innocent." He didn't believe a word he said.
"Because I'm innocent." He pulled off her panties then and she instantly felt better. "And innocent girls haven't been thinking about this," she continued as she reached for his erection and slowly began to stroke him, "all night long. They haven't been thinking about how you feel me up perfectly or when I'm down on my knees with it in my mouth you tug on my hair just enough to tell me you want more. They haven't spent all night thinking about you having me until we're both so exhausted we don't even know who we are anymore. And none of that has made me so wet I don't know what to do with myself. Innocent girls don't spend most of the night wondering how a man's cock would feel so good stretching their cunt. I leave that to all the dirty girls," the words flowed out and she bit down on her lip, watching his every reaction
Caleb hardened completely in her hand as she continued talking, leaking from the tip of his cock profusely. "And I'm not going to find how wet you are when I touch you, am I?"
"No, sir."
He barely had to touch her to feel how wet she was, running his fingers teasingly through her folds, teasingly swiping along her clit. "Seems you're not so innocent after all. Tell me, Spencer, are you sure you're innocent?"
"Maybe you should make it so you know I'm not innocent." He pushed herself against his hand, needing to feel more. "Everyone knows you're going to be fucking me tonight. Do it."
Caleb's lips found hers as he kissed her more forcefully then. "You're going to kill me, Spence," he murmured against her mouth as he teased her entrance. "Promise me won't go long again. No more no sex pacts."
"No more no sex pacts," she agreed as her hands came to rest on the side of his face. "I need you, Caleb."
When he finally entered her the two both moaned, Spencer holding him close as her body slowly rocked against his. Being without him for so long was something she hated and yet, the way her body felt like it was on fire only made her think the entire ordeal was worth it. Oh, it was so worth it with the way he stretched her so much she could feel every last inch of him. She hadn't realized just how much she missed it until that moment...that moment when she's desperate for more and the slow movements between them both were not going to do her good anymore.
So she doesn't let him have all the control. She never had. She rolled them over until she was on top of him, completely losing the feel of him, instead letting his cock fall against his stomach, moving herself against him, proving just how wet she was by the single action.
"Spence," It was a whine and she couldn't help herself, doing it again and again, angling herself so her clit grazes against his shaft. She loves the power she held over him, watching as his lips parted and he let out a moan, the rise of his chest from only being more turned on. They've both been without touch for so long they're desperate for any type of release. Only she wasn't willing to give it to him just yet.
"Our third night apart I had a sex dream," she admitted, placing her hands on his chest, giving her clit the attention it needed. Oh, she was going to get herself off before she let him. "You spent the better part of the afternoon whispering dirty things in my ear like you like to," she breathed the words and only stopped to moan, "I ruined my favorite pair of panties because of you. We found ourselves in my parents' kitchen and we just couldn't wait so you bent me over the island and use your perfect tongue to get me off. Twice. I had to stop myself from screaming I bit down into my lip so hard I drew blood and you only managed to pull my skirt down seconds before we got caught." She stopped to moan louder then, with his name slipping past her lips. "You don't know how badly I wanted to find you and ride you until we were both sobbing messes."
"Spence," it was a warning tone. "I'm going to come all over my stomach if you keep story time up." She almost wanted to see that. "Next time we're at your parents' house I'll make that little dream of yours a reality." His founds her hips and steadied her, digging into her hip bones, only it just made her moan louder. He yanked her so she was hovering about his mouth. "For now, this have to do," he murmured but she was too focused on the potential feeling to even care.
Spencer rested herself against him, her hands settling in her hair, desperate to feel his tongue. There was no doubt that she was going to make a pretty little mess all over him but they both liked that. Finally, he ran his tongue along the length of her and just the feel of his texture tongue against her soft center was enough to send a shiver through her body. Next, his tongue settled on her clit, the tip circling around her enough to make her body feel like it was going to explode. the almost contact drove her insane, tugging on his hair, grinding herself against him in hopes that he would give her something...anything.
She may have had some false sense of power, but it was he who who was in complete control of just what she got. "Please," she whispered, finally not caring how whiny her voice sounded or how completely desperate she was. It seemed that was all it took before his tongue was giving her the full attention it needed and her swollen bud was creating a different kind of sensation within her.
None of that ceased her movements...it only spurred her on. She rolled her hips against his mouth. "Fuck," she moaned and felt the way his hand moved to grip her ass, hard enough to teeter on the edge of pain and pleasure. Just like she liked...just like he found out quickly that she had no idea of playing it safe. No, they both needed more of this little game between the two.
She raised her hips slightly at the feeling of his hand, angling herself forward to feel more pressure from his tongue, her eyes shutting as her hands moved from his head to her breasts. She needed this. Just to let the first round of pleasure be hers. He'd be rewarded later. Sopping wet she felt his finger tease her before pushing inside of her. It felt nowhere near as good as his cock did, but his tongue was making up for just that.
One finger became two and suddenly he was moving them without abandon. She was so close to the edge. He always knew just what to do to get her off so it was quick and powerful. She stopped thinking and simply let her body move. "Oh, holy fuck," and there was so little she could to control herself any longer. "Caleb, oh, fuck." It was when he began to suck at her that she completely lost herself. Her body moved on it's own, back arch, legs quivering, moaning his name over and over like a goddamn prayer, riding his face for all it was worth until she finally stilled, the sensitivity in her body needing a moment. Only a moment as she had far too many plans for what this night would entail.
She didn't waste any time lingering, instead moving from his mouth, desperate to kiss him. Desperate to touch him. Desperate for him. She wanted him to feel the same pleasure he granted her. When she finally kissed him she could taste herself on his mouth, "Mm," she moaned against his lips before kissing along his jawline, slowly.
"Babe, I love you, but if you don't help me out I'm going to go insane."
It made her smile and caused her to kiss her way down his chest until she was kissing down his throbbing cock. She explored him with her lips first, torturing him more, noting the way he his body reacted to her every touch, the twitch of him enough to give him her tongue, licking along the shaft. No longer desperate with need she had no problem in torturing him. This night was theirs and she wanted them both to enjoy themselves endlessly.
"Fuck, Spence," he breathed.
When she allowed her eyes to look up at him just as she took him into her mouth completely. She made no complaint as his hands fisted in her hair, tugging and pulling, demanding more without daring to vocalize it. If she learned anything in her long relationship with Caleb it was his actions spoke far louder than his words did. They knew each other better than anything in the world and there was no problem in the way he had to use it to his advantage.
Her knees settle on either of side of his legs, her wetness surely fell on his thigh, her body bent over to bring him as far into her mouth as she could, enclosing her hot, wet mouth around like she was born to do this, her tongue swirling around him. Nothing about her was silent as she took him, moans sending vibrations throughout him, Caleb tugging harder at her hair, moving his hips up, needing more. She's willing to give so much more. She stopped only for a second before he was at her throat, relaxing herself to take him in fully.
His head hit back against the bed. "Oh, fuck," he breathed, "I can't..."
The desperation in his voice doesn't stop her, instead it only encouraged her to follow out her cheeks, make her mouth around him tighter, her hand moving to caress his balls, his hands on her head keeping her from moving too hard. It made her eyes water but she didn't care, nor did she mind with the way her saliva slips from past her lips to coat the part of him she couldn't fit in her mouth. She obliged with everything she knew he wanted, not as if it was the first time taking him in her mouth, moaning purposefully around him to only drive him madder.
"Shit, shit, shit," she heard as his struggled to keep his control and it didn't work with the last swirl of her tongue along his shaft with the tip, bringing an alternate sensation, his control ultimately slipping. "Spencer," he moaned as his come coated her throat and she struggled to swallow it all.
She pulled off of him with her lips swollen and her jaw feeling it, thumb swiping across her bottom lip to clean what spilled over before watching him and licking it clean, no shame in her action. Over time she got the hint of how much he liked seeing her with it, parts of her body occasionally covered in the white substance, almost as if he was marking her.
"Come here." He griped her by the arm and pulled her up to him, lying half on the bed and half on him. He went to kiss her but she pulled back.
"I should clean up."
"I don't care," he whispered before kissing her, her leg hooking over him as her fingers threaded through her hair. "I fucking love you."
"Mm," she giggle, Spencer Hastings actually giggled against his lips. "I'd hope so. You just married me."
"Stuck with you now."
"Careful," she warned, though nothing about her tone indicated she was serious. "Or you won't get one of those again." She rested her head against the pillow as she looked at him. There was no stopping her but she knew enough to know he needed a minute.
"Did I say stuck? Clearly I was out of mind post orgasm." He said, leaning towards her to kiss her again, "I'm a very lucky man to have a wife like you."
"I'm a lucky girl to have a husband like you." She reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers. "We are the cheesiest."
"You can be an iron lady again tomorrow."
"I'm not iron with you." She whispered, "A softer metal. Gold. It doesn't have the same ring."
"You're my gold lady..." he chuckled at that, "Not the same ring."
"I like being yours." She liked being strong and independent, too. She didn't need someone telling her what to do or what to wear or how to act. She liked being herself and through everything he allowed her to be just that. Even when she was being stupid and and mucking everything up. But there was something about way she knew she was safe with him through everything. Nothing was going to break them. His little bouts of jealousy didn't exactly hurt either, certainly not with her own only seemingly bringing them closer.
"You're mine forever."
"I wouldn't want it any other way."
"Caleb," she murmured, brushing her nose against his, "Let's consummate our marriage now."
"Sound so serious." But he kissed her anyway, rolling them both until he was on top of her. Her hands went to his chest as his hands ran down her sides, along her thigh, caressing her skin.
"I want you." She made no mystery about it. They had their moments but now she just wanted him like she was supposed to have hi. No games. No power plays. No desperation lacing her to the point where she needed to get off before she cried out of frustration. Not the first time she'd been there, but now, she just wants him in the most intimate of ways.
Their sex life was healthy. More than healthy. They had each other in all kinds of ways at all different times and had no trouble exploring different kinks they both shared. But now she was feeling overwhelmed by the day they had and they way they were tied together forever. She had no intention of allowing for them to crumble like so many couples did. He was her forever and the one she found most important to her.
Her legs wrapped around him as she ground herself against him, feeling him harden once again, her lips attached to his with no intention of leaving.
He only lingered for a minute before guiding himself inside of her.
It felt good. Like it had before. Stretching her again, him slowly rocking against her, hands exploring her body so casually as her hands went down his back. No one ever made her feel the way he could with nothing more than a single touch. He lit her up and her body craved him. She lightly dug her nails into his back, only breaking from him long enough to catch her breath. Her moans were only growing louder. For all the dirty little things they did there was nothing just having him filling her completely, the sounds of their bodies moving together, that just did it for her.
Just as that thought passed through her mind, he sped up just enough to get her going again, his fingers found her clit and gently circling it, not giving her enough stimulation yet. She was easily reminded of the way his tongue felt against her, the pads of his fingertips not nearly as rough, for that she is thankful as he pressed harder directly against her. Her legs wrapped around him as tight as she could manage, desperately rolling herself against him, angling her hips just enough to make him move just right.
Her lips found his shoulder as she kissed it, arms wrapping around him to be as close to him as she could, their chests pressed together giving her more friction. The feel of him swelling inside of her is enough to close her eyes and be free. She just needed to come and she needed him to come. She needed them to just both let go and lose any holding back hanging over them like a cloud.
A few thrusts later and she was coming, her body arching up into his as the orgasm takes over her every sense, but it was the way she bit into his shoulder, enough to leave a mark, that he followed behind her, filling her completely. She was struggling to catch her breath but didn't care as she moved to kiss him again. Kissing him was her favorite part and the way they just fit together only aided in that.
He slipped from her and found himself at her side. They were both a complete mess and she wouldn't have it any other way. Not even as his come drops from between her legs, a mess she doesn't mind as she leans into his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her to bring her closer. He was good and warm and she was sated for the moment.
"That's two," she whispered as she traced her name on his chest with his finger.
"How many you aiming for?"
"Until we can't anymore," she admitted.
"You're going to give me a bit this time." He laughed and kissed the side of her head.
She released herself from his grip and rose from the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"Bathroom. " She leaned back to kiss him again. "I'll only be gone a few moments." She grabbed her phone from the nightstand before disappearing. She was not so surprised to see a text from Aria asking how it was going. She rolled her eyes before texting her back there's no sleeping tonight before fixing herself up a bit. She was kind of a mess and her makeup was smudged in all the good ways. She was only in there a few moments, leaving her phone behind, and joining the room Caleb was in. She wanted to only be with him. No one else.
"We should have a no clothes rule when we're home," Caleb suggested as he leaned up on his elbows, watching her.
"We'll never do anything but have sex then."
"Is that a problem?"
"No," she smiled as she answered. Sex was never an issue with them.
"I'm just helping you out."
She rolled her eyes and smiled, "Let's spend the next year traveling."
"The next year?"
"We just got married. We don't have kids. I can put my job on hold and so can you." She walked over to the doors that led to the balcony, the warm air from hitting her, lit up only by the few lights on the street and the high moon...stepping out and resting her hands on the railing. She felt his arms around her, his chest pressing into her back.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Paris. Rome. Australia. Russia. Everywhere. Anywhere. A year long honeymoon." She rested her hands over his connected at her stomach, leaning back against him.
"Mm," he kissed her at her shoulder. "Sounds like a good time."
"It does." They were only young once and it was time they took advantage of that. All of the torture they suffered wasn't good for anyone.
Caleb continued to kiss along her shoulder to the middle of her back, breaking their skin to skin contact, before kissing up again. "Have I told you how much I love your ass?"
She felt his hands on the complimented body part right as he finished his question. A little sense of victory filled her. Just walking around naked was enough to get him desperate for her again. "Tell me."
"It's perfect," he kissed between her shoulder blades after he brushed her hair to rest over her shoulder. "Your best feature. Drives me wild when you wear those little skirts. When you bend over to pick something up the flash of it get is enough to drive me fuckin' wild. You better bring them on our little European getaway." His only request. "And how perfect it looked in your dress. I could have fucked you right there with how perfect it fit you."
"I'm surprised you held out as long as you did." She whispered, looking out at the few other hotels surrounded them, the view of parts of Madrid impeccable. "You couldn't keep your hands or eyes off of me."
"You loved every minute of it."
"I did." He slapped her ass and her moan rang through the air. "Do you like that?"
"Yes."
So he did it again and she found herself squeezing she thighs together as he slapped his palm against her flesh again. Not the first she found herself wetter at the sensation.
"Spread your legs," he ordered.
Spencer did as she was told, able to feel the way he hardened, his cock resting against the curve of his ass. His hand slipped between her legs, "You're a mess."
"As if you liked me any other way."
"You have me all figured out."
"If your cock against my ass is anything to say..." She turned her head back to see him as much as she could, "Your little obsession is not one I've been ignorant to. I've used it many times to get what I want."
"I know where it would be better." His words were barely audible, but she could feel the way he rubbed himself against her.
"So what are you waiting for?"
He wasn't waiting for anything and slipped inside of her. She tightened her grip on the railing, knuckles white as she braced herself, he took no time at all to move and she felt the shivers of pleasure through her body. It was on the edge of being too much but she didn't care. She just wanted him in whatever way she was willing to give himself to her.
His hand threaded through her hair, pulling her back roughly, "I think I should return the favor." His words mumbled against the skin on the back of her shoulder before his teeth grazed against her skin.
"You just wanna mark me."
"There's a bite on my shoulder that says you wanted the same."
"Harder." She demanded as her hand slipped between her legs, leaving one to hold her steady, lightly rubbing her clit. Her body was oversensitive in every way and she was barely holding herself together. His free hand settled at her hip as he took her and she happily let him fuck her, leaning forward enough to give him a better view of her ass. Her orgasm took her by surprised, hitting her like a wave, "Caleb," she moaned louder than she should have now that they were out on the balcony, anyone in the rooms on either side of them able to hear. Oops.
"Caleb, stop," she told him as she came down from her high, pulling out, and only when she turned around did she noticed the concerned look on his face. The look fell away from his face as soon as the smirk was on her own."On the floor."
"What?" He asked and didn't move.
"Sit down."
Caleb listened then as her voice was more forceful and she could tell he felt weird, but she didn't care. He'd get what he wanted in a moment. Spencer straddled him, grinding herself against his throbbing cock, arms around him.
"I want to ride you." She grabbed his erection and positioning herself before she sank down onto him, enjoying the sounds of his moans. She wasted no time rolling her hips, taking him as hard as fast as she could, taking this pleasure for herself. Her movements were for her, using him as her own little sex toy just like he did moments prior. They always had this back and forth between them.
His mouth found her neck and sucked, teeth grazing against her skin just as it had before. She clenched around him and they both moaned together, the only sounds filling the room. Her exhaustion hit her and she hated it. She wanted to continue screwing him until neither of them knew their name, but she slowed, gripping onto him tighter, thankful for the way he began thrusting up into her, his hand keeping her steady as he took the control from her.
Of course that didn't mean he had to know she was thankful for his actions, "You're supposed to take the pleasure while I fuck you, not holding me where you want me and fucking me."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No." She answered then after a passing moment. "Your cock feels so good." She whispered in his ear.
"Christ." Spencer knew just from the word she caught him off guard. Not that she hadn't ever played this little game with him. She had. it just was far from the norm with them. Not that she knew what the norm was. They were not two people who had a day to day sex life. It was unexpected and filled with passion. Even when they were just talking on the bed and enjoying the company of one another it wasn't boring, they didn't make them having sex into some kind of chore. That was what she thought of when she thought of normal. Nothing about Caleb was ever boring. He challenged and surprised her in every way and she wouldn't change that.
"Do I feel good?" She continued, "You took my innocence, Mr. Rivers."
"You feel fuckin' amazing, Spence." He moaned. "You never had any innocence," he pointed out, his lips moving up to her ear, nipping at her earlobe. "From the tight little dresses you wore when we were in Madrid last time...or every time you wake me up by sucking my cock. The way you wore no panties at that state dinner for you mother and let me fuck you in a closet. Don't think I forgot Toby's wedding."
"Toby's wedding was your fault." She ranked her nails down his back harder, "I could barely walk out of there after that." They were both getting closer, their breaths far more labored than before, Spencer finding the energy to slam down on him with each time he thrust harder up into her.
"You're addictive," he excused, biting into her shoulder, soothing his mark with a swipe of his tongue.
"You're jealous."
"So are you."
"Who did I marry?" she asked, "And whose cock did I spend the last two weeks thinking about? I couldn't think sometimes just thinking about this...you...needing you to do this. Over and over. I never want this to change. I want it to be like this forever. Be that old couple who can't keep their hands to themselves and gross everyone out."
"It'll never change."
She kissed him then as she came, unable to hold off any longer. Not that she would want to and not as he followed right behind her, filling her with his come again. She figured it would be her new default state until they calmed themselves from their high.
"I love you," Caleb whispered, breathless, almost as exhausted as she was.
"I love you, too."
"Can we go to bed now?"
"I can't get up," she admitted, resting her head on his shoulder. "Carry me."
"Let's just," he began, falling back against the floor, pulling her with him, "rest here for a while."