He’d feel my cum and he’d feel every aching muscle, but his fantasies would fill in the rest and I’d get to read about this moment over and over as he lived it out in a thousand different ways.
But since keeping him asleep was the goal, I rocked into him gently and made soft, soothing noises whenever he sighed or shifted.
“Shh...” Kissing his neck as I went still inside him had him relaxing into me again. He barely let out a breath and leaned into me, but his eyes stayed closed and his chest went back to rising and falling in an almost hypnotic pattern. “Good boy.”
He heard that on some level because his lips curled up into a faint smile, but it didn’t wake him and his body tensed around me. My author was having wicked dreams and thoroughly enjoying being my good boy.
As I imagined what he was living out in his fantasies, I gently started fucking him again. Long, slow strokes stretched it out for both of us, but eventually I couldn’t resist his sexy cock anymore. I ran my hand down his chest, barely caressing him until I was right at his erection and I wrapped my hand around him.
Without the alcohol or the exhaustion he might’ve woken up, but as it was, he sighed and his body tensed as he clenched around me. That got a shiver and I knew he was being filled and used in his dreams. He was making too many low, sexy noises for them to be about anything else.
So I went back to rocking into him and slowly jerking him off with the gentle touch that would’ve driven awake Knox insane. But sleepy, fantasizing Knox loved the overly careful caress and the way his orgasm was slowly building.
At some point between a deep breath and a needy shiver, he came, his orgasm washing over him as his cum spilled out into my hand.
I followed him over, filling him and holding my breath as I waited to see if he’d wake up.
Nothing.
Well, nothing but another sexy, breathy sigh and a shiver as I eased out of him. When he sank deeper into sleep again, my cum making him wonderfully dirty and marking him as mine, his lips turned up again and he finally rolled over to find me. “Master...”
Knox snuggled against me, finding his perfect spot where my shoulder met my chest, and melted into me.
I was happy as fuck but thoroughly stuck...even sleeping, Knox knew how to get exactly what he wanted...and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
At least, not until he woke me at a godawful hour.
Not-so-subtle wiggles made me realize it had to be morning, but it felt like I had his hangover and I had to pull myself awake.
“Did he...yes...I’m sticky. He did it. But what...” Knox was definitely talking to himself, not me, as he squirmed and rocked his hips, clearly clenching his ass and taking stock of his body. “He must have fucked me hard. It’s so good. Even my toes ache.”
Well, that was one thing I didn’t have to worry about.
“Filled with cum. I can feel every muscle in my ass.” Making a thoughtful sound, he wiggled and clenched again. “That has to mean a hard fuck, not something gentle. Right?”
He didn’t seem convinced of that, so I stayed quiet to see what decision he would come to.
None.
His brain jumped like a rabbit.
“Okay, something easier. I don’t like waking up sticky, but someone will. Who’ll want to wake up dirty and well-used? Well, Teddy obviously, but who else?” He’d gone from awake to awake and plotting faster than I’d expected, so I didn’t play possum and rolled over to kiss his cheek. “You’re up. Oh, did I do that? I’m sorry.”
I wasn’t even going to look at what time it was.
Judging by how dark the window was, there was no way it was anywhere close to morning.
“I’ll just have to punish you later.” The sexy threat got a shiver from him and my wide-eyed, naughty author wiggled closer. “Waking up your Master in what’s probably the middle of the night? Is that what a good sub does?”
It wasn’t even what a good slut did considering he hadn’t even woken me up with sex of some sort.
Knox let out a low whine, shaking his head and pouting as he pressed tighter against me. “I’m sorry, Master. I just woke up because the covers made me stuck and then I realized why I felt so good.”
And well-used, judging by his sexy commentary.
“But are you supposed to be up at this time?” Whatever time it was. “You need more sleep.”
Deflating, Knox clearly didn’t want to hear that answer. “But...but what if I promise to take a nap later? What if I promise to give you a blow job first so you take a nap too?”
