Casual Sabotage

Chapter Four

Pushing the key into the lock, my heart felt heavy in my chest. I was met by the darkness of the living area; Caleb was already in bed. I slipped my shoes off and tore my jacket from my shoulders, throwing the layer exhaustedly over one of the empty coat hooks. My body felt tired, but I was unsure as to why that was. The weight of the decision on my shoulders? The constant back and forth between Brian and I? I didn't know the truth anymore.

I locked up the door behind me and headed straight for the bedroom. The door was open just a crack, and through the gap I could see Caleb huddled up underneath the comforter, leaving just a lamp on for me. I smiled meekly and stepped into the room, gently closing the door behind me, careful not to disturb him.

Taking off my shirt, I draped the cotton over a clothing hanger, returning it to the closet. Just as I was taking my jeans off, I heard a shuffle from the bed. Caleb groaned tiredly, the small noises my movements were making clearly loud enough to wake him. He rolled over and looked at me through tired eyes.

"Hey," He smiled small. "Where have you been?"

"I went for a walk." I explained simply. "Needed to clear my head for a bit."

"Is everything okay?" Caleb asked in concern, sitting up to look at me properly.

"Yeah." I lied, sitting on the end of the bed and letting my hand settle at his leg over the comforter. "How was work?"

"Stressful." Caleb shrugged. "But I'm used to it."

He tried stretching his shoulder, grimacing at the evident pain that he was in. "My shoulder is killing me."

I rolled my eyes at him and smiled, soon gesturing for him to lay on his front. Caleb followed my instructions and laid along the mattress on his front as I moved to straddle the back of his thighs. My hands met with the bare skin of his back and began to caress gently, massaging the affected area. I was soft in my touch, my eyes studying closer at the details down his back and my ears listening to the sound of his moans that were smothered by the pillow he was cuddled into.

Closing my eyes, I embraced the moment, soaking in the sounds as my hands continued to do their magic on the back of his shoulders. His skin was delicate and beautiful to touch as I gradually progressed further down his back, coming to a stop at his waist. My fingers hooked around the top of his boxers, pulling the cotton down slightly and chuckling at the small gasp that came from the head of the bed.

"Ooh," Caleb laughed softly. "Feels a bit draughty down there."

I didn't respond verbally. Instead, I leaned down and pressed a burning kiss to his shoulder, trailing my way further down his back. His tanned skin was beautiful to taste, touch, feel. As I approached his waist, I forced his boxers down his legs and threw them to the floor; the sudden lust inside of my chest taking the both of us by surprise. Through hazed eyes, I admired the man laid before me. My hands wanted to feel every part of him; I ran my fingertips up and down his thighs, groping Caleb every chance that I could.

Kneeling between his legs, I pushed my underwear down to my mid-thigh, taking my shaft in my hand and stroking slowly. I lined up with him, gently pushing inside of him and feeling Caleb's body tense momentarily beneath me, soon relaxing once more. Placing my hands either side of his body, I rocked my hips back, quickly snapping our bodies together and falling into a medium rhythm. I wasn't in a rush for things to end so suddenly; I wanted to make the most of this moment. My thrusts grew more frequent with some force behind them, with low grunts pouring out of me with every movement. I chewed at my bottom lip and allowed my eyes to fall shut.

But this time it was different...

Instead of picturing Caleb like I always did, my mind drew the image of Brian. Reminiscent feelings filled my veins as I imagined what it used to feel like being intimate with the man. I pictured him bent over in front of me as my nails clawed at the bed sheets beneath us both. Caleb threw his head back as my pace quickened, whining lowly as I reached for a fistful of his hair, imagining that it was chocolate brown rather than the blonde curls I was holding instead. I fantasised about how his skin used to feel against mine, the taste of Brian still lingering on the tip of my tongue. After all, he was the one who had ignited my sexual desires that night.

Lowering my body down on top of Caleb, my lips graced over his shoulder, biting and contusing the skin between my teeth and leaving bruises down his back. My breath was growing heavier as a bead of sweat started to roll down my forehead. Things were getting heated, the lust beginning to take control over my actions as I grew more hurried and forceful in my rhythm. The knot in the lower depths of my stomach was growing tighter with each thrust.

I pulled Caleb up onto his hands and knees, locking an arm up and around him and pressing my chest to his back. Rolling my hips, I was about ready to explode. My waist aligned with his one last time as I came hard inside of him, my lungs screaming out. Throwing my head back, I embraced the rush of euphoria racing through my veins, each release a greater feeling than the last.

Riding myself through the climax, I eventually pulled out and collapsed down beside Caleb on the bed; I was completely out of breath. He didn't delay in cuddling into my side and settling his head against my chest. I pressed a kiss to the back of his head, inhaling the scent of his hair while I was at it.

"That was unexpected." Caleb commented, raising his head to look at me. "What happened for you to be so spontaneous like that?"

"The noises you were making while I was massaging your shoulder." I explained. Inside, I could feel the guilt writhe through me as I lied to the man that I loved and, more importantly, who loved me in return.

"I gathered that." He laughed. "But I meant how rough you were. I haven't seen that side of you for a long time, Sal."

"I was extremely horny." I justified with a shrug.

Caleb accepted my response, soon settling down against me once more. How could I ever admit to him that I was thinking of someone else the entire time? And an ex-boyfriend at that. I was so ashamed of myself. Caleb had been nothing but a loving man to me and here I was abusing that affection by the thought of one other man. The man who had been the making and breaking of me once before, now here he was doing it for the second time.