Caleb’s P.O.V.*Smut Scene Ahead*Caleb’s P.O.V.
Ashamed.
That’s what I felt, after letting myself lose in Veronica’s arms; she was ostentatious about the fact that I let myself melt within her hold, that she had so much control over me. I was disgusted by myself as the thought of being spineless, ran through my mind. The idea that I couldn’t even get a hold of myself and withered away in a bitch’s hand pissed me to no ends as I pushed her and walked away.
I felt like a fucking hypocrite back then, as only a few minutes ago I was pissed at Bella when she choose Mason over me and then I kissed Veronica because I couldn’t resist her, mate or not; I knew Bella hadn’t kissed Mason and the fact that they knew each other for the past few days said something about self control. I, on the other hand, just kissed my mate, the moment I realized she was mine without even caring who the fuck she was.
I kissed the bitch, the same one who pushed Bella on the first day; so much for saying that I love her. I’ve been a prick and nothing else that day, I talked shit about her in front of our friends and then everyone was pissed at me, to top it off I kissed her arch-nemesis and for some reason I couldn’t get that kiss out of my mind anymore.
God damn it.
Even remembering that shit was painful, I closed my eyes as I try to calm myself down after the little interrogation session in the cafeteria, that’s when I hear the voice I’ve been trying to avoid, since the day I let her in. I sigh, pulling my hair a little as I hear her ask, “That bitch isn’t bothered by it huh?”
Can I just strangle her to death?
“What do you want Veronica?” I ask her as she chuckles at my question, before grabbing my hand as she starts pulling me in the opposite direction of the cafeteria. I shake my hand to get her of me, but she just tightens her hold on my wrist as she pulls me inside an empty classroom, more like a storeroom. Once we are inside, her grip loosens, and I pry my hand off from her hold as she turns to shut the door behind me.
I look at her and growl, still a little pissed about what happened back there, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing bitch?” She just smirks as she struts towards me, pushing my shoulders down she makes me settle on the chair behind. Every passing second is pissing me off even more, making me furious as I look at her smug expression; she is up to something, I just know it.
But what?
I see her dropping on her knees as she pushes me further in to the chair, she mumbles, “Relax baby.” I sneer at her words and she smirks at me, knowing exactly how much I hate it when she calls me that. Slowly, she starts tracing her hands from my shoulders to my waist and stops at the edge of my pants, I narrow my eyes at her watching every action curiously. He fingers work on the button of my jeans as she opens it up and starts pulling the zip down, I know what she is doing and I know I should stop her right now but I don’t find it in me to do it as the images of us doing things numerous times flash before my eyes and on instant, I feel my dick harden.
I hear a chuckle leave her mouth as she mumbles, “Aren’t you excited sweetheart?” with sarcasm dripping from her words. I don’t respond to her words, letting her do whatever she wants to; my silence is exactly what she needed as confirmation as she palms my hardened member in her palm through my boxers, making it difficult for me to sit with my boxers on.
I rise my hip a little to push my pants down, followed by my boxers; this action makes my dick spring up in action and stand upright waiting for the attention that is much needed. Veronica being the bitch that she is, does not wait for another second, as she grabs it in her palm and moves her hand in vertical motion, this feels good; too good I could say, as I notice a little pre-cum forming on the tip of the head. She smiles at me, satisfied from gaining the exact reaction that she needed. I follow her every action as I see her bend her head a little to align her mouth at the tip of my cock; slowly she wraps her mouth around the head of my pulsating cock and in the exact next minute, I feel her tongue at the tip of it’s head, licking it with so much precision that a moan leaves my mouth.
I wonder where she learnt to do that?
My own thought makes me angry as images of my mate sucking someone else off, run through my mind; what pisses me more is that all those images have Mason in them, the same guy who stole my woman from me. The thought of him having his way with my mate and now with the love of my life makes me furious.
I fucking hate him.
I am brought back from my self-debate mode, when I feel Veronica’s teeth brushing up and down my cock, with just the right amount of pressure, the amount that makes it pleasure instead of pain. My overpowering growl has her ego shot up high to the ninth cloud as I feel her smirk; her cockiness reminds me of who she is and what we are to each other as I grab hold of her hair and push it further hard, so that the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat. I pull and push and keep on pushing it further with so much force, it’s like I want to punish her, for what I don’t know, but by the moans that are leaving her mouth out loud are saying a different story. It looks like she is aroused by it.
She likes it rough, then I’ll give her rough.
I stand up from my sitting position, letting her lose so that she could take a breather, but before she could actually get a hold of herself; I grab my cock with one hand and her head with another as I slam it into her mouth further to an extent where I feel her gag. I keep on slamming it, moving it at an undesirable speed in her mouth, every time hitting the back of her throat and pausing right there after every 2-3 strokes, so that the head of my cock is resting in her throat.
Whenever she gulps down her own spit to moisten her throat, the muscles in her neck tighten which gives a different kind of pleasure to it. I can feel the tears drip down on her face as she leaves moan after moan from that dirty little mouth of her. Her moans are working like a personal vibrator to my balls as I feel its intensity doing wonders to my being. A few more strokes later, I feel my muscles tighten and I hold my cock in her mouth, her peeking at me with tear strained eyes; she flicks her tongue one last time over my tip and I cum undone in her mouth, growling her name as she drinks up every last drop of what I fill her with. Moving my member out of her mouth, I see her wiping the edge of her lips which has a few drops of cum present on them, as she puts the finger back inside her mouth and licks her fingers clean. This act alone has me hard again and ready for another round and when she notices it, there is excitement dancing in her eyes with plead for me to take her again.
I smirk at her as I say, “You like it don’t you?” I see her nod, to which I continue, “You’re one dirty whore, aren’t you love?” Something flashes through her eyes before she hides it with a small nod. Her silence has me breathing fire, not the kind that burns others but the kind that fuels oneself, as I growl, “Up. Now!”
She slowly moves to stand up, I pull her towards me and turn around, so that now her back is facing toward the chair. She has greed and hunger noticeable in her eyes as she looks at me with a little bit of something that I can’t put my finger on. She stands there waiting for my next command as I look once over her; she is wearing a white halter top paired with brick colored skirt that has some geometric design on it, which is too short for a 20 year old woman, if you ask me.
I look her in the eye as I say, “On the chair. NOW!” my words have her a little too excited as I hear a moan pass her lips and the smell of her arousal is so evident that even the person passing from outside the room could be able to smell it. She starts to descend on the chair with her back still facing the chair, when I grip her arm and whisper, “On your fours bitch.”
She gulps before turning around and grabbing the head of the chair with her hands as she settles her knees on the seat of the same. He ass is hanging up in the air, right where I want it; in front of my cock. Her skirt has hiked up and her mud colored lace panty is clearly visible to me, I smack her butt cheek hard and she releases a loud moan due to the friction caused between her skin and her panty cloth.
Resting my hands on either side of her waist, I slide them towards her hip and further down to her thighs, squeezing and pinching them to give them some attention; I move my hand back up, inside her skirt to the band of her panties, hooking my fingers in them, I pull her panty down to the edge of her knees. The piece of clothing is soaking wet, one could squeeze it to get enough shot of my mate’s juices from it.
I step myself forward as I rub my dick against her core and hear delectable moans leaving her mouth as she tightens her hold on the chair. Slowly I shift my hand to her clit, which is begging me for some attention; rubbing my finger over it, coating it with her juices I move my hand up to her mouth, prying it open and making her suck it off, giving her a taste of her own nectar.
She moans as her own extract dissolves in her mouth, licking it off my finger; I move my hand back to hold her waist. She is still in the after myth from the errand earlier when I slam my cock deep inside her wet pussy lips making her scream as she tries to adjust to my size. This isn’t the first time we are doing it, but it feels like the first time, at least to her as she still isn’t accustomed to my size. Her grip on the chair tightens as my grip on her waist does, keeping her in position; I slam myself in her harshly, putting in all my hatred towards my mate, disgust towards her need for Mason, anger towards my craving for Bella and hurt from seeing her happy with that douche bag. Every stroke that hits her is harder than the earlier one and I have no doubt that her screams are loud enough to reach outside. But the feeling of her pussy squeezing around my cock and the power of those moans that are leaving her mouth are too much to be ignored just because someone might hear us. My hand wraps around her butt cheeks as I squeeze them once before smacking them hard causing a red tinge to highlight them. Her moans get louder by the second as I feel her clenching and unclenching her pussy muscles around my girth.
Her movements bring me to my own edge as I slip my hand from her ass to her pussy, pinching her dripping clit within my index finger and thumb making her scream my name one last time before she comes undone beneath me. Her orgasm makes me reach my own as I shove my dick a few times inside her before I reach my own climax, panting for breath, I end up resting my head on her back, with my breathing a little ragged, hearing her take in little breaths of her own.
We are so busy getting down from our own highs that we don’t even hear the sound of the door opening behind us, not until a voice booms through the room falling on our ears as we finally hear the person shout “What the fuck is going on here?”