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The Way He Looks at You
Book 1
A Cal Kestis Fanfiction
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Summary:
After a devastating breakup with her Jedi boyfriend, a grieving Rebellion pilot is captured by a ruthless, yet alluring, Inquisitor. He offers to protect her secrets in exchange for her loyalty. Torn between the duty-bound Jedi she lost, and the Dark-Side enemy who wants to possess her, she must decide where her heart truly belongs.
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This story is available in First Person and Second Person points of view.
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Song for the Book: Do It All The Time by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
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Chapter 6: The Way He Challenges You
Chapter Summary: Cal has high expectations for the first night together.
Trigger Warnings: None
Song for the chapter: WHAT LOVE? by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
Cal takes me to the farthest door at the end of the brief hall, opens it, and guides me through. As I pass, Cal is on my heels, pressing his firm armored chest against my exposed back. His soft lips brush my ear as his hands slide down the length of my clothed arms.
“Wait for me on the bed,” he says, bumping me forward a step towards the black bedspread.
I want to grasp his retreating hand and pull him with me, already feeling the cold seeping into my skin from the lack of his body heat. To be held near as we undress one another. But I obey.
Upon reaching the linen-wrapped mattress, it becomes apparent there is no graceful way to clamber onto the plush terrain. The lack of underclothes in a short dress makes the task anything but modest. I crawl, all too aware of my awkward movements, into the center of his bed, sitting back on my heels and turning to face him. My hands fall in my lap, smoothing my flared skirt and inadvertently pronouncing the curve of my breasts.
Cal is watching me like prey. A look I always wished Theo had given me. Theo always seemed stunned when he caught glimpses of my bare skin, but never hungry.
“You should be careful in how you arrange yourself on my bed. It will be difficult to treat you as anything but a decoration,” he says, moving to the chair in the corner to remove his footwear and utility belt. “I’d have to put you on as many surfaces as possible.”
The implications of that intriguing statement are enough to cause a rush of arousal between my tensed legs. Without protective undergarments, I squeeze my thighs together to avoid leaking onto his plain bed. At least the dark material beneath me will not show the impact he has on my desperate body.
Cal continues undressing, taking his time as if there are no expectations outside of this sparse bedroom. His dexterous fingers work to release the plated armor from his chest and shoulders, leaving him in a black tunic with a single red stripe down each muscular arm. My eyes track every effortless movement.
He reaches behind his head to grasp the back of the fitted tunic and tug it up over his head, removing it in one move. The thrill is seeing him unclothed lessens when I see another frustrating layer of clothing beneath.
But the disappointment is short-lived upon seeing that the sleeveless black undershirt stresses every muscle beneath the material. My eyes linger on his sexy arms. Freckled pale skin stretches tight around each well-defined limb, each minuscule flex of his muscles visible to my delight.
I could not wrap one hand around them. His innate connection to the Force makes him powerful, but without it, he still could overpower me. I hope he uses that thrilling strength on me tonight.
Despite still being clothed, Cal moves to join me, crawling in a controlled motion. He somehow traverses the surface with ease, like a predator undeterred by soft earth beneath.
His body nears, encapsulates and overtakes me, pressing me onto my back beneath him. My greedy hands reach up to rest on his bare arms, my eagerness to feel his scarred skin becoming more important than his hovering over me.
Cal lets out a soft chuckle as I trace the swell of powerful arms while humming. “You are so easily distracted at the first sight of something tangentially related to your lust.”
I pull away, feeling heat in my cheeks. “I’m sorry, men like you are so often off limits.”
He gives me a curious look, one that betrays his typically bored expression. “You mean Jedi.”
My eyes stay glued to his arms. “You were a Jedi once. And Inquisitors aren’t exactly available either.”
He drops his lower body to rest between my parted legs. The force of it draws my gaze back to his waiting eyes. “I am available to you.”
My hips rotate to press him against my unbearable ache, moving in slow, passionate motions. My hips buck and grind while Cal contemplates something.
He drops his full body weight onto me, crushing me and stilling my movement. “If you seek pleasure, stop taking. Allow me to give you what you want.”
Cal intends to touch me. This time he won’t force me to pleasure myself with no release. My body submits, easing into his bed despite being crushed, and I nod. In my mind, I’m begging him to use me the way he wants.
“Perhaps I will, after I keep my promise,” he says.
I try to make sense of his words when being used is part of my desires. Cal’s weight eases off, allowing my breath to return to normal.
He places a string of teasing kisses across my collarbones, his lips brushing and dragging across the flesh. My head tips back, asking for more. As is Cal’s usual behavior, the moment I’m enjoying myself, he pulls away, leaving me desperate for more.
This time, I am not left unsatisfied. His lips return lower as he shifts to trail them down my breastbone. Feather-light kisses turn to scraping teeth, causing me to gasp. His tongue darts out to soothe the inflamed skin.
My fluttering eyelids close as he sucks on the sensitive skin at the inner base of my breast. Cal pulls his mouth away.
“Look at me,” he says, before returning to ravage every inch of exposed skin between my breasts. “Do not deny me your lustful expressions.”
I watch as he works, wondering if it would be acceptable for me to touch him in return. My fingers twitch with the need to run through his bright red locks.
His pink lips mouth at the exposed mound of supple skin, edging along the black fabric that drapes over my breast. A steady pulse beats between my legs, against the clothed thigh he presses to my leaking core. I almost rub myself against the enticing offer, needing soothing friction, but I resist.
Cal shifts his weight onto his powerful right arm, his free hand fingering the tied chords at the back of my neck. They come undone under his touch, and the fabric across my heaving chest goes limp.
My lips part as Cal’s fingers brush aside the lax fabric from my right breast, exposing my hardened nipple. His steady hand strokes the outer swell of the sensitive skin, watching his calloused fingers sink into the softness. But he pulls away, balancing his weight between both arms again.
His wet tongue continues the tracing before gliding towards the erect peak in an agonizing straight line. Just as he is about to reach where I most crave the feeling of his mouth, he stops. I let out a huff in hasty annoyance, and he clicks his tongue at me, a light scolding for my impatience.
Cal places a subtle kiss on the last excruciating point of contact while I squirm, hoping to move him towards my hardened nipple. He doesn’t relent and instead returns to the base of my breast again.
“You lack the resolve to enjoy what I am giving you,” he says, casting me an unimpressed look.
“I thought passion led to strength.”
“Perhaps you are the exception.”
I whimper as he continues to lick more harrowing lines across my breast, never once grazing the perky bud. “Have you considered that I am weak because you are torturing me with pleasure?”
Cal nips the side of my breast before smirking up at me. “I have known torture; this is not torture.”
Another nip at my tender skin. “And I held up better than you.”
I can’t help the soft giggle that overtakes me at my apparent weakness. Cal’s eyes soften at the tinkling sound. He abandons his meticulous work to capture my mouth in a slow kiss. His tongue works against mine with a vulnerability I haven’t felt from him. When he pulls back, his face schools back to the bored, dark expression I love.
“Stop complaining if you want your release.”
My soft gasp at his threat earns a smirk. I didn’t agree to this game of resolve, but I am prepared to play. The prize is too sweet. Cal’s mouth latches onto the underside of my breast, sucking a possessive mark there.
Did he have a lover before he became an Inquisitor? Surely he didn’t learn all this after turning. What use would a Dark Side user have for the nuanced delights of foreplay?
Cal’s hot mouth seals over my stiff nipple, wrenching me back to this delectable moment. My naked back arches against his soft bedding, encouraging his delicious attention. His hooded eyes meet mine, imploring me to watch as he works.
He gives testing licks, bites, and suckles, as if trying to determine what sensual movements draw the sweetest sounds from me. Cal begins a series of precise tongue flicks, kisses, and teeth grazes in devastating combinations. Shutting down my brain to focus entirely on him and his touch.
Hot pleasure builds low in my belly, urging me to seek friction against my aching center. Without meaning to, my hips buck once, and Cal pulls away, leaving me breathless and desperate.
I let out a frustrated groan, my fisted hands striking the bed once like a child throwing a tantrum. Cal watches me, his flushed lips curled in amusement at my annoyance.
“So needy,” he says, mocking me. “There is so much more I’m going to do to you, and you’ve barely kept your composure while I touch only a single breast. You realize I intend to mirror this side, right?”
His cool gaze pierces the heated air between us. He’s right; I have been a mess. I can’t tell if it’s from my unsatisfactory night with Theo or Cal’s extensive skill, but I will surely be unraveled by the time he is through with me.
Cal lowers his mouth back to my chest, using his lips to pinch my still-clothed nipple, dragging the fabric away with slow precision.
This time, I don’t bother getting my hopes up that he will give me what I want. I submit to his tortuous touches, the teasing kisses and licks, working his way towards the peak.
He hums as I behave beneath him, though my body still feels as taught as a hallikset string.
Cal’s fingers brush over the first breast, trailing touches directly towards the recently pleasured nipple. His fingers roll the flushed bud as his mouth seals over the one he’s been working towards. My mouth falls open in a loud moan, but I resist arching up into him.
His amused eyes flick up to watch my twisted face as he works. Every inch of my skin is on fire, and my hips are screaming to move, to grind against him. It takes all my willpower to hold perfectly still for him.
He rewards me. Cal’s hips roll once, letting me feel his covered erection as he did on his ship. I don’t take this as permission to move, taking only what he gives me. My eyes stay on him. I’m trying to be good, trying to obey to prolong the building pleasure.
His hips move again, dragging pleasure across my soaked cunt, causing me to cry out. He continues his slow rhythm while pleasuring my breasts in a sinful manner.
Watching him ravish me like this diminishes my ability to hold still. My legs tremble as my orgasm nears; my hips move an incremental amount to meet his movements. I’m so close to coming —
Cal stops. A choked sob rips from my throat at the unfairness of being denied again. My arching body collapses back onto the bed as Cal has the audacity to laugh at me.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask, panting as I come down from the buildup.
“Would you prefer I fuck you the way your Jedi did?”
I wince at the recent memory, less in hurt and more in discomfort that he knows Theo arrived too fast and without bringing me with him. “That was…different.”
“I suppose it was, because I will not leave you unsatisfied before having my fill.”
As I come down from another denied orgasm, his eyes brand me with a seductive promise. He will satisfy me.
Cal climbs over me with such delicate precision, he doesn’t brush a single strand of my mussed hair, as if the Force itself guides his effortless movements. Maybe it does.
He arranges the few pillows to suit him, resting against them and spreading his legs to frame my face. Warm hands wrap around my upper arms, sliding me until I’m flush against him. My undone dress catches on the bedspread as I am pulled free of the fabric, completely nude before him—again.
I kick the bunched-up garment from my ankles. Cal traps my legs, looping them over his, spreading me open, his erection pressed against my spine. I realize how vulnerable I am in this position. It is impossible for me to bring my knees together.
Cal brushes hair from my neck, moving it to give himself a clear view of me. My body weeps for him, dripping down onto the dampening comforter, ensuring he’ll have an early laundry day.
“I have low expectations for your ability to make it through this portion without begging,” he says.
“Will you punish me for begging?”
“You already believe I am punishing you.”
“And yet you continue to deny me.”
“I wouldn’t have to deny you if you would simply behave,” he says, his tone quipped and low, nearing a growl.
“You mean, lie there and let you work?”
“Precisely,” he says.
It is so odd he will touch and tease me without question, but he doesn’t want my touch in return. Perhaps he gets off on being in complete control of another. Or maybe he just wants to draw this out for my sake.
Cal’s trained hand strokes above my trapped knee. I shiver as he traces tantalizing patterns, dipping onto the delicate skin of my inner thigh. The light touches feel like love notes written onto my sensitive skin, though I know an Inquisitor would not do such things.
He presses a tender kiss to my temple as he drags lazy fingers up my spread legs. His other hand cups my breast, thumb brushes across the nipple with the same unhurried pace as before. I do my best to watch both hands, reveling in the easy way he touches me. My imagination made real.
I can’t help but wonder if he always touches women like this, or if he is merely copying the fantasies he saw in my head while we traveled earlier. I’m not sure which possibility I prefer.
Cal kisses my neck, prompting me to tilt my head to give him better access. The moment I move, I become fearful that he will see this as demanding instead of helpful and will cease the pleasure.
His lips graze the ticklish skin beneath my ear before sucking another darkened mark. One that will be very visible. After he releases the bruised skin, my fingers touch the still-wet area. The mark is hot, rushing blood pulled to the surface. A stamp of belonging.
“Would you prefer I not mark you?” he asks.
My hand falls away, as if touching it implies the opposite of my feelings. “No, I like it.”
Cal is quiet, his movements stopping, but his hands remain in place. His arrogance turns to mockery. “You lack forethought. What will your Jedi think of my marks on you?”
Why would he care if Theo is upset with me? I would expect an Inquisitor to take joy in causing distress to a Jedi.
“I won’t go back to him.”
The words leave my mouth faster than I can think. Perhaps I do lack forethought.
“Oh? You would not warn him of me?”
My mouth dries at the blatant accusation. I forgot about warning him, too distracted by Cal’s compromising touch.
Of course I would warn Theo; his survival is important to the Rebellion. But convincing him without disclosing my time with an Inquisitor would be difficult. The recent love bites wouldn’t help.
Cal’s lips smirk before murmuring against my skin. “Perhaps you are unconcerned about my marks because you have already made your decision.”
I open my troublesome mouth to speak, but conflict still wars within me.
Cal works another claiming mark at the base of my neck. “Worry not, I am not asking for an answer.”
The hand on my thigh draws higher, nearing my soaked core. My hips jolt when he finally contacts my outer lips, earning a snicker from him. He traces their outlines, trailing heat everywhere he grazes. Cal doesn’t dip his fingers closer to the throbbing ache between my legs; instead, he begins work on the third bruise on the side of my throat.
“You call me needy, yet you are marking my skin like I’ll forget you,” I say.
Cal removes his hot mouth, contemplating my bold statement. The lack of blood flow to my brain is making me stupid. Taunting him will not get me what I want.
To my surprise, he does not cease the movement of his fingers. “I am marking you less for myself and more for the sake of others.”
This isn’t a claim of ownership. He is ensuring it’s clear I am spoken for when we travel. A clear sign to avoid me. It is a kindness to others.
“You’re warning others to keep their distance?”
Cal returns his focus to his touch between my legs. Tracing closer and closer to my very exposed inner folds. Watching his fingers dance just out of reach lights up my body.
The throbbing ache between my legs is worse than it has ever been. Even throughout my entire relationship with Theo, I never yearned to the extent I do now. I assume it’s because Theo gave plenty of opportunities to handle things alone. With Cal, I suspect any orgasm has to be worked for.
Cal’s finger dips down the graze right above my eager clit. It twitches at the nearby attention. He chuckles low in my ear and brushes nearby again, just to watch the response twice.
All thought leaves my brain as he draws half circles around my uncovered clitoris, leaving me with a blooming warmth and no relief. With focus on his finger, willing my body to come undone without the direct stimulation, but it only makes the throbbing worse.
“Kriff, Cal, please. I can’t take it any longer,” I say, my voice trembling.
His low-pitched laugh causes my face to burn as if I’ve spent too much time in the sun. “Always complaining when I already offer you everything.”
It’s true; I hate how long he teases. All I wanted was to be touched and kissed and used. Yet Cal seems determined to tease until I am at breaking point—multiple times.
His middle fingertip dips down into the wet arousal to coat itself before swirling once over the erect bud. Hot sparks of pleasure shoot out from the point of contact. My shaky moan turns to a whine as he moves away, teasing the rest of the flushed area.
“Complaining again,” he whispers, nipping at the shell of my ear.
“I’m sorry.”
His finger inflicts a harsh tap on my clit as punishment, and my entire body convulses at the direct and firm stimulation. His fingers resume their infuriating teasing around the area. A whine catches in my throat as I remind myself not to complain.
Cal’s fingers finally return to brush the bundle of nerves, his touch light and teasing. My breathing becomes shallow, as if I’m afraid of spooking a timid beast. Each delicate stroke sends intense pleasure up my spine, sparking into tiny fires at the base of my skull. It never feels this good when I do it.
He drags his fingertip over the small area, petting it gently. It becomes impossible to stay quiet; I moan at each easy stroke. My body begs me to move, to grind against his working hand and chase my orgasm.
There is no punishment for my traitorous thoughts as I keep my hips immobile. Instead, he brings his other hand into the mix, gliding two fingers along the edge of my aching hole. I hold my breath as he edges closer.
His fingers press in and I let out a long and noisy sigh. “Kriff, Cal,” I say, my curse barely above a whisper.
My body clenches, trying to keep him inside me. He fights against the pull and withdraws them nearly to the tip before plunging them inside again. With each wet drag, he curls his fingers upwards, heightening the intensity of his strokes.
His other hand continues its light grazing of my clit, causing me to become dizzy with lust. Each thrust and brush draws me closer to the edge of oblivion.
Before I can stop them, my hips buck into his hand. He stops, withdrawing his fingers from my body.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don’t punish me,” I say, on the verge of actual tears.
“Disappointing, I was enjoying myself,” he says, mocking me before pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek. “Worry not, we’ll try one more time.”
I perk up, nodding and situating myself in preparation. Cal graciously imitates the previous setup, plunging three fingers this time into me. I bite my tongue hard, afraid that a single sound might cause me to move and ruin his work.
The fingers stretch and drag against my clenching walls. His other hand petting my clit in little downward strokes, causing me to clench and flutter with each soft touch. Other than my pulsing cunt, I stay still as a statue, closing my eyes when I worry that the visual input will cause me to break my frozen state.
My shallow panting gives away how close I am to release. My eyes peek open to watch him. His finger brushes faster against my clit, making the bud stand at eager attention as he pets its top like it’s behaving. I know I’m moments away from orgasm. My body tightens to an impossible degree.
Cal stops.
I cry out with a long noise of frustration. “Cal! Why? I did nothing wrong this time.”
His soft chuckle in my ear makes me want to throttle him. “Because I want you wrapped around and facing me the first time you orgasm here.”
My eyes scrunch closed, wanting that too, but also devastated that I didn’t get my way again. “Why was I holding still then?”
Cal pulls his fingers from my throbbing sex. “You are gaining strength, more able to control yourself than before.”
Cal brings his hand up towards us, making me look at my arousal glistening on his fingers. I watch spellbound as he brings his soaked fingers to his lips. They close around the digits, cleaning them in seconds.
He releases me from the spread-open position, pushing me to my back and climbing on top. My arms wrap around his neck, hanging on to him like a lifeline. He allows me to pull him down into a kiss, his tongue pressing into my mouth, forcing the taste of my arousal on his tongue.
Cal kisses me as I continue to drag his powerful body against me. He relents, dropping his weight to rest on me, filling the space between my legs. I wrap my legs around him, urging him to stay close and not pull away this time.
The kiss breaks as an amused smile settles onto his kiss-swollen lips. A devious look crosses his features, and he pushes up, forcing me to dangle off of him. I hang on tight, refusing to let him separate us this time, readjusting my grip. He rolls his eyes, lifting a few more inches, dropping, and pushing back up.
It breaks my grip, and I yelp as I fall back onto the bed, scrambling to capture him again. Cal is faster and slides off the bed by the time I recover.
“Cheater,” I say, with an accusatory lilt in my voice.
Cal chides me with another click of his tongue, but there is a growing smile on his face. “Your impatience is unmatched.”
I sit up on the bed, smiling back at him. He seems more at ease, accepting of my playful behavior despite the otherwise serious affair of not allowing me to come.
Cal’s expression darkens, wiping the smile from my face. He reaches behind his neck to remove his undershirt, causing me to swallow hard. He’s every bit as perfect as I imagined he would be. Every defined muscle on display, his skin covered in a smattering of freckles—and scars.
He has suffered so much. I can only imagine how they tortured him into becoming the monster he is—was. He does not seem like a monster. The Inquisitor who killed my family was a monster. Cal seems capable of kindness; perhaps his rough exterior is a front to survive the requirements placed on him.
“Do you miss the way things were?” I ask, knowing he will give me a rehearsed answer.
“Like you, I had no past before the Empire found me,” he says. “It is best not to dwell on things that cannot be changed.”
I frown, wanting more from him. But I know I cannot force him to open up to me; I can only do my best to show him I am a soft place to land. His expression turns sinister.
“I think it’s time I allowed your release.”
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