The Sweetest Sabotage

0001 Alicia found Caelum in the living room, sitting on the edge of the couch, scrolling on his phone. He looked up when she walked in wearing nothing but the tank top and a pair of tiny shorts that barely covered her ass. His eyes dropped straight to her chest before he quickly looked away. “Hey,” he said, his voice rough. “Hey, Cael,” she said, walking up to him, a tube of painkiller in her hand. “Actually, Cael, my back has been killing me all morning,” she murmured, holding out the tube. “Mireia usually helps me, but she’s not here right now.” She let out a shaky breath. Her fingers trembled just slightly as she gestured toward her lower back. “Think you can help me out?” Caelum hesitated for only a minute before nodding politely. “Uh… Yeah, yes, of course.” He said. Alicia squeezed a generous dollop into her palm before handing it to him.Then she settled in the open space between his spread thighs, and Caelum immediately went rigid. Caelum swallowed the lump in his throat, his palms held out. This is just me helping a sick girl in need, Caelum assured himself. Caelum cleared his throat before squeezing some of the gel into his palm. He rubbed them together and placed his hands against her lower back, gently. The contact lasted only a second before Alicia leaned into him. “God...” she breathed, her voice dropping into a sultry purr. She shifted her weight, her hips swaying just enough to meet where his c**k was hiding beneath his pants. “That feels so good, Cael. It’s just like before.” She pushed the string of her tank top down, just enough to expose the side of her full, pink-nippled breast. Caelum’s breath hitched. He tried to focus on massaging her back, but his eyes kept drifting to the sides of her full breasts. “Here,” she said, catching his wrist and guiding his palm upward. Her fingers laced with his as she brought them under her breast. “Rub here too.” Caelum’s brain short-circuited. He hesitated for a short second before his palm cupped the weight of her breast, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Her n****e was already hard, pebbling against his touch. He squeezed without thinking, his thumb rolling over the stiff peak. She let out a needy whimper. “Ohhh… Cael!” She leaned back into his shoulder, one hand reaching backward to hold his neck while the other gripped onto the arm of the couch. His other hand joined the first, both of them kneading her breasts, his thumbs circling her n*****s, pinching them until she was panting against his shoulder. And then, with a sharp inhale, he snapped back to reality. “What the hell am I doing?” He jerked his hands away. “Alicia, we can’t...” She didn’t let him finish before climbing onto his lap, straddling him, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. Her hands went to his face, her thumbs brushing his stubble. She leaned in and kissed him hard, her tongue pushing past his lips the second he opened for her. Caelum groaned into her mouth. His hands grabbed her waist, fingers digging in like he was trying to hold on. She rocked her hips once, slow and deliberate, grinding her already soaked panties against the growing bulge in his jeans. He was already hard. Then, he pulled back slightly, his breath shaky. “We shouldn’t—” “Shut up, Cael,” she said curtly. She slid off his lap and dropped to her knees between his spread thighs. “I know why you’re fighting so hard to resist.” Alicia said, holding his gaze. “I get it, you’re Mireia’s husband now,” she added in a low tone, her fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans. “But Mireia isn’t here,” she whispered. “Just for tonight... let’s pretend we’re still ours, and I promise, my best friend doesn’t get to find out.” The zipper came down with a rasp. His c**k sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip. Alicia’s fingers curled around the base of his c**k, holding him steady. She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, starting from the root before moving upward with a slow drag. The muscle of his thigh tensed beneath her other palm. She reached the pink head of his c**k and circled it with her tongue, wetting the tip thoroughly before parting her lips and taking him into her mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath, his jaw clenched. His chest rose faster than usual, and his fingers gripped the couch firmly. Caelum’s head fell back against the couch. A low groan escaped his mouth as she sank down, taking him deeper, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the crown and her hand stroking where her mouth couldn’t reach and twisting her wrist on the upstroke, spit already slicking her fingers. “f**k!” he groaned, his fingers tightening slightly in her hair, gathering strands between his knuckles. For a second, he tried to pull her off, but the second her throat relaxed and she took him deeper, his resistance crumbled. His hips jerked up, pushing his c**k further into her mouth. A thread of saliva connected her lower lip to his c**k when she paused to breathe, and she broke it with a quick swipe of her tongue before taking him back in. “Oh, f**k!” he groaned, his head falling back. She stood suddenly, his c**k slipping from her lips with a wet sound, and immediately climbed back onto his thighs, pulling herself up to his face, just enough to bite his lower lip. Her mouth found his immediately, sucking on his lower lip. His tongue slid past her lips, and his hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her in place. She melted into him, her fingers curling into the fabric of his half-open shirt. His tongue went through her neck, his breath hot against her skin, his free hand sliding down to the small of her back, pressing her closer. “Cael...” she breathed. “I want you inside me. Right now.”