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CORRIE AND I SHARE A TEA, and when she practically falls asleep on my bed, I kick her out. The last thing we need is for Oscar to come back and find her sprawled out on his side of the bed. Is he even going to want to sleep in the bed with me? Is he that mad?
I’m mulling over these questions when I hear someone fiddling with the lock of the front door. My heart races as I stand frozen, studying the door. I know it’s Oscar, but it’s dark and late, and I’m scared.
I let out a sigh of relief when I see his face. He’s still upset. I run up to him, full of questions. “Are you sleeping in our bed tonight?”
He shakes his head. “I thought I’d crash on the sofa tonight.”
My heart sinks. “Why?”
He walks past me, toward the washroom and ignores my question. I follow him in.
He grabs his toothbrush and brushes his teeth.
I stand close behind him, and wrap my arms around his waist. I study his reflection in the mirror. He’s still upset, but his eyes soften at the sight of us. I hold him tighter.
I stand back, and pull up his thick sweater. I press my lips against the warm skin of his back.
“Don’t,” he says, but I can hear the vulnerability in his voice, the desire.
I don’t stop. I trail my mouth down his spine. I hear the water running. He rinses his mouth. I’m on my knees.
He jerks around, and I stand again to face him.
“Don’t,” he says again.
I don’t listen. I pull his sweater up again. He closes his eyes. I trail my hand along the hard ridges of his stomach. His skin is so warm. I press my mouth against his skin again, just above his navel. I feel him breathe in.
“Don’t,” he says, one more time.
My hand travels south, over his jeans. He’s hard. He tells me to stop again, but I know he doesn’t want me to.
He pulls at my arm and jerks me up. “You want another fuck? Because that’s all I’m good for, right?”
“No—”
He grabs my ass, and swings me around, so fast, my heart stops for a second. He tugs at my sleep shorts, and tears them down, along with my panties. The door is not even closed. He props me on the edge of the sink.
I eagerly undo his fly. I’ve never wanted him so badly. I wrap my hand around his erection, and close my eyes at the sensation of him in my hand, so warm and hard, for me. I throw my head back, wanting this so much.
He doesn’t kiss me. He doesn’t whisper sweet nothings, not even a dirty word. He grabs the flesh of my hips hard, and presses his hard cock against my sex, eager for me to let him in. I close my eyes as he teases me, and I enjoy him when he finally sinks into me, hard. No foreplay, no care. It hurts a bit, but also feels so good. I want more.
He presses his mouth on my shoulder and bites at the flesh softly as he pumps into me. I wrap my legs tightly around him, desperately wanting to come. He jerks hard, once, twice, and then he’s done. He pulls from me, and doesn’t even look at me before he turns and leaves.
I deserved that, I guess.
I can’t sleep. Too full of emotion and worry. He hates me. Or does he still love me? We didn’t use a condom. Because of the nature of our open relationship, we always use protection. I’m not worried about pregnancy because I’m on the pill, but… I know he hasn’t been with anyone else.
What will happen now? Are we still going to his secret destination?
I toss and turn until Ifinallyfall asleep. But sleep comes in fits and starts, interrupted by crazy colorful dreams.
I wake early in the morning. Oscar is still asleep on the sofa, covered by a measly throw. I drag my blanket from our bedroom and cover him. He tosses and fusses, still sleeping. I watch him slumber, a hint of a smile and the flutter of his thick lashes. I wonder what he’s dreaming about.
I grab a banana from the kitchen and watch him sleep. I’m not leaving until he wakes up. I watch the clock on the wall, and the hands seem to move so slowly. I listen to the sounds coming from outside. Corrie is still sleeping too. She’s pretty lazy, and always gets up late.
Finally, Oscar stirs and rubs at his eyes. He doesn’t seem surprised to see me looming over him. “Hey,” he says.
