Claimed By The Alpha Twin

Lost In Pleasure

Chapter 8: Lost in Pleasure

Maya

My whole body froze the moment his fingers pushed deeper.

It felt as if something had torn through every idea I ever had about pleasure. A sharp, overwhelming wave crashed over me, stealing my breath.

"Fuck."

The word tumbled from my lips before I could stop it. My head fell back hard against the pillow, my spine arching off the mattress as pleasure burned through me like liquid fire. My thighs trembled violently, and every muscle in my stomach clenched tight, as if my body was trying to hold onto the sensation and never let go.

I thought I knew what pleasure felt like. Caleb had touched me before—his hands roaming my skin, his lips on my neck, his fingers exploring places that made me gasp and shiver. But he had never gone all the way, and even those moments were nothing compared to this.

And even though this was just a dream of him, this dream was already better than any real-life experience I had ever had.

What the hell was that?

I blinked up at him, my vision slightly blurry from the intensity. Tears had gathered in my eyes—from the stretch, from the overwhelming pleasure, from the way my body was reacting so strongly. He hovered above me, his beautiful face mostly unreadable, those hazel eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my heart race faster.

"Why do you keep asking me questions about yourself?" I breathed, my voice shaky and barely a whisper. "It's not like you ever really loved me."

I knew it was just a dream. That was the only reason I could say something so bold. But f**k, why did it feel so real? Why did every touch feel like it was reaching parts of me I had kept hidden for years?

His brow furrowed slightly. For a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes—something I couldn't quite name. Concern? Surprise? Then he withdrew his fingers slowly, and for a second I thought maybe it was over.

But then he pushed back in deeper.

"Mmmf!"

My hands curled tight into the sheets. It hit so deep—too deep—in a way I didn't know was possible. I felt myself clench around his fingers, my body betraying me with every passing second, desperate for more.

Okay, dream Caleb is definitely better than the real one. If only this could last forever.

"f**k," he muttered, almost to himself. His voice was low and rough, strained like he was holding back something wild and powerful. "I don't think I can hold back any longer."

That sentence alone made me clench around his fingers again, a fresh wave of heat flooding through me.

Before I could speak, he reached to the side of the bed and brought out a black tie. His hands caught my wrists, guiding them firmly above my head as he pinned me beneath him with his weight.

"I don't think I can be patient anymore," he said, his voice dark and commanding, sending another shiver racing down my spine.

My mouth parted to ask what he was doing, but no words came out. I could only stare up at him, dazed and breathless.

I looked up at him, my lips parted around a shaky breath. His eyes locked with mine, and the hunger there made my stomach flip. He looked at me like I was something precious—something he had been waiting for his entire life.

I felt his thigh slide between mine, pressing up with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. It nudged against my soaked c**t, sending a jolt of electricity through me. The pressure was maddening. A soft whimper escaped before I could stop it, my hips rocking against him instinctively, desperate for more friction.

He guided my hands to the headboard, threading the tie through the slats and securing my wrists above me. It wasn't too tight—just enough to hold me in place, to make me feel completely at his mercy.

He knelt between my legs, his strong hands sliding up my thighs and spreading me open. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, though I was already completely exposed beneath him.

"Stay put," he demanded, his eyes burning into mine with unmistakable authority.

I flushed hotter, my heart pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears. "Wait—are you seriously going to—"

Before I could finish the thought, he licked me.

My entire body jerked violently. "Oh my God!" I gasped, my eyes flying wide before fluttering shut. I bit my lip hard to keep from making any loud noise that might wake me from this dream.

His tongue circled my c**t with infuriating skill—flickering just right, flattening against me, sucking gently enough to make my toes curl and my back arch. My thighs quivered around his head, but he gripped them harder, holding me open and helpless.

I moaned loudly and shamelessly despite biting my lip. It was too overwhelming. I couldn't think straight. All I could do was feel.

He sucked harder, then licked slower, like he wanted me to lose my mind completely. The pleasure was too much to handle. Every stroke of his tongue sent sparks shooting through my veins.

When my legs tried to close around his head, he bit down gently on the inside of my thigh. I yelped, the sharp sting mixing with the pleasure in the most intoxicating way.

"I told you to stay put."

"Y-Yes," I whimpered, my voice shaky and obedient.

He buried his tongue in me, then dragged it back up slowly until I was panting and tugging helplessly at the tie. And then I felt his fingers. One slipped inside me, then another—curling, thrusting deep and hitting spots I never knew existed. I choked on a moan as my back arched off the bed again.

"Yes… yes! Just like that, please don't stop."

He moved in perfect rhythm—his tongue on my c**t, his fingers working me open, coaxing me higher and higher toward the edge. I was dripping, pulsing, and unable to do anything but feel every single sensation.

"I—s**t. I think I'm gonna…" I whispered, my voice trembling with the building pressure.

My thighs trembled violently until he pushed me over. Until I came.

I came so hard it felt as if my whole body snapped, shook apart, and reformed in slow motion. Pleasure exploded through me—in my toes, my fingertips, somewhere deep inside my core. My thighs trembled uncontrollably. I thought he'd stop, but he didn't. He didn't stop for a moment.

His tongue was still on my c**t, circling gently, and his fingers were still buried deep inside me, pulling out every last twitch and pulse of my o****m.

My legs shook again, my body flinching and quivering, completely overwhelmed. I had never felt something like this before. Not with anyone.

What was that? Was this what a real o****m felt like?

When Caleb touched me before, it was never like this. When I touched myself in the quiet of my room, it was never like this. This was new. This was different. He knew exactly how to drag every ounce of sensation out of me—with his mouth, with those long, clever fingers curled just right inside me, reaching spots I never thought were possible.

Only when he was finally done—his fingers easing out slowly, his tongue giving one last lazy lick—did my body collapse fully against the bed. I felt weightless, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed smile. Calm. Relaxed. Satisfied in a way I had never been.

"I don't think you should get too relaxed just yet."

His deep voice echoed through the room, dark and full of promise.

My eyes snapped open. He hovered above me, his lips wet and glistening, his eyes fixed on me as he slowly licked them like I was the best thing he had ever tasted.

Something hard and hot rubbed against my still-sensitive c**t. My hips twitched involuntarily. A gasp slipped from my lips. My already sensitive body jerked at the contact. I shouldn't want more. I should have been done. But the second I felt him again, my body sparked back to life, hungry for more.

I bit my lip again to avoid moaning. The moment I did, something changed in his expression. His eyes darkened with renewed hunger.

Before I could process what was happening, he gripped my waist, leaned forward, and pulled me closer. He kissed me deeply while sliding a finger into me once more. I bit his lip hard at the sudden overwhelming sensation, but he didn't pull back. He kissed me deeper, thrusting faster and harder. My eyes dilated. My lips parted around a moan. The pleasure was too much. My walls tightened around him while I dug my nails into the back of his neck.

Then he finally pulled back, breathing heavily.

I blinked up at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked so devastatingly good. I still couldn't believe this was Caleb. His eyes were heavy with lust, his chest moving with rough, shallow breaths. I felt his c**k against my c**t again, thick and hot, rubbing in slow, teasing circles.

I gave him a wicked, breathless smile. "Make this dream even better, Caleb."

He paused.

Then he arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching with something unreadable.

"Did you just say dream?" He paused again, his voice low. "And did you just call me Caleb?"