Jes

I want so badly to believe that Cal's being honest when he says the picture shows a simple friendly interaction. I want to trust him and what we have, but something about the situation doesn't sit right with me. For the first time in our relationship I'm having real doubts about us.

I'd always thought Calum was never-wavering in his loyalty but now I'm questioning everything. Was he really the man I thought he was? I shove aside these thoughts for the moment as I climb into my bed with him. It's been months and I need him, like I hope he still needs me.

He rolls over to face me and I can see the worry hidden in his brown eyes. His hand trails up my arm and across my shoulders before moving to cup my chin. The pad of his thumb gently rubs across my cheek as we communicate with just our eyes. I'm still hurt. Even if everything he did was innocent it still looks bad, but I'm helplessly in love with him and those feeling are winning my inner battle.

Cal moves closer to me and presses his lips to mine. He rolls us so that he's on top of me and leans down to kiss me once more. The kiss is passionate, full of pain, anger and longing. God it's been too long. He tugs impatiently at the bottom of my shirt, a low cut navy number Lena had insisted on. He bites his lip and sucks in a breath when he sees what was hiding underneath.

Lena had sworn we'd end up here tonight and thus had thrown a fit until I'd agreed to wear the lingerie I'd bought a few weeks prior when I was thinking about Cal's arrival home. It was white, lacy, sheer and judging by his reaction, it was Calum approved.

"Fuck, Jes." He groans. His eyes are darker now, full of desire and lust. He presses his body against me and I feel his excitement grow through his sweatpants. The sight of him so turned on for me only intensifies my own arousal and I flip us over and grab for his shirt. I fling it across the room and drink in the sight of him bare chested. Fuck he's hot.

I rock my hips against his, loving the sensation the increase in friction gives. He moves his hands up to cup my breasts through the material of the bralette I'm wearing. He massages them and runs his thumbs across my nipples, I throw my head back and close my eyes in elation. Cal moves his hands downwards and runs his index fingers along the waistband of my white shorts, using them to pull me tighter against him. His fingers trail up and down my bare back shooting off tiny bursts of electricity against my skin as our kiss increases in intensity. His tongue darts in and out of my mouth and he playfully bites my lip the way he knows I love.  I moan his name and let him take control.

He changes our position so that I'm flat on my back and he's stood next to the bed. He stares down at me as if taking a mental picture of me to keep locked away in his mind forever. When he's finished admiring my lace covered body he makes quick work of removing the lingerie until I lie completely bare on our bed.

"Your turn." I whisper with a smile sitting up to tug his sweatpants and boxers down. His cock springs free and it takes me a minute to regain my composure, I had almost forgotten how incredibly beautiful he is. He crawls on the bed and hovers over me not breaking eye contact as he reaches into the nightstand for a condom. He hands it to me and I quickly tear through the wrapping. I take him in my hands and roll the condom over his dick teasing him with my fingers as I go.

"You ready baby girl?" He asks and I nod vigorously.

He smiles in response moving back to stand beside the bed and pulling me by my legs until I'm easily accessible for him. He runs his fingers along my most sensitive skin until I'm writhing beneath him.

"You like that?" He questions.

"Fuck yes" I mutter through my moans as he moves his fingers so they find my sweet spot. A cry escapes my lips as the pleasure becomes too much to hold in. He works his fingers at my core until I'm a soaking mess and he gently pushes one digit inside me. He looks to me to confirm I'm fine before adding a second and beginning to work me open.

His fingers scissor and curl against my walls until I'm threatening to come undone before we've started.

"Cal...please." I beg.

"Say it." He orders.

"I want you inside me!"

He needs no further instructions he wraps my legs around his waist and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He aligns his throbbing erection with my center and pushes in. I gasp at the sensation of him filling me and he waits for me to adjust before he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow and deep and the feeling is intense but incredible. I hum in contentment as he builds speed. He leans down to kiss me, the beads of sweat clear on his forehead as he continues to move and the change in position allows him to go deeper. I can't control the cries of pleasure that escape my lips. I feel myself getting closer, the overwhelming feelings of love, desire, and sexual release enough to send me to my peak.

Calum follows seconds later and we ride out our high together. When we're finished he pulls me against his chest and hold me close before we pull apart and Cal disappears to dispose of the condom. The loss of contact leaves me feeling cold but it lasts only seconds before Calum pulls me under the covers and against his warm chest.

In a way, this feels more intimate than the sex we just shared. Here in the dark, our naked bodies intertwined with his heartbeat right next to mine.

•

Calum

I wake the next morning to an empty bed. A glance at the clock on our nightstand reveals it's after seven am. I've slept through at least one of Paisley's feeds. I rub at my eyes and feel the empty space in my bed where Jes should be.

I sit up and rub my eyes realizing she must be downstairs with Pais. I roll out of bed and grab my boxers from the floor slipping them on before walking downstairs.

They aren't in the living room where I expected them to be. I glance around the open areas and then begin checking rooms. It takes me only a few moments to realize they aren't here. Paisley's baby bag is gone, and a quick check of our master closet reveals, so is Jessie's suitcase.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I pull at my hair and scratch the back of my neck trying to figure out what the actual fuck is going on. I know she was mad yesterday, but we'd talked about the picture and I thought we had went to bed on better terms. Especially after the previous nights activities. What had changed in less than 12 hours?

An: Anyone have any clue what's going on?

Where are Jes and Paisley? 🤔

Hope you enjoyed the smut and it wasn't terrible 😅 it's been a while since I wrote some so I figured it was due 😘

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Sav 🖤