His legs are trembling.He’s come so many times, his body repeatedly tensing and releasing that his muscles twitch and jump involuntarily.
At last I allow myself the relief of unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock.While Ravi catches his breath, I stroke myself quickly and efficient, shooting far too quickly over his stomach and chest.
He regards the spatter through half-lidded eyes, sliding a finger through my cum and bringing it to his mouth.He murmurs something about going to get Mr.Cat, but by the time I finish cleaning him up, he’s asleep, lashes fanned across the apples of his cheeks.
My cum is gone from his skin, but the red marks and bruises are harder to erase.They’ll mark him as mine long after our twenty-four hours have ended.
Lord help me, I’m fucked.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ravi
When I wake up,I’m achy and confused.There’s bright afternoon sun coming in through a window that’s not mine.I’m in Liam’s bed.
Liam, who’s asleep next to me, with what feels like a possessive hand on my sternum.A light snore and the fluttering of his lids make him look more human.
He never did take off all his clothes, but at some point he took off his shirt and his ever-present tactical pants.
It’s not the only time I’ve seen him this way, but it’s one of few.After the night I climbed into this very bed and told him I was in love with him, he never let me crawl into his bed again.Never again flipped pancakes in his boxers on Sunday morning.Things just weren’t the same.
Part of me wants to reach out and touch him like this.To slide my finger along his stubbled jaw and his puffy, pouty lower lip.I want to run my hands through his messy hair.
I want to sit and stare at him, as unhinged as that probably sounds.He’s never soft like this when he’s awake.
My bladder is screaming at me, so I force myself out of bed to answer the call.Since I don’t know what’s going to happen when Liam wakes up, I go ahead and slip on my clothes.
“Oof.”The way my muscles ache, you’d think I’d done a hard workout yesterday and not had a ton of orgasms in a twenty-four-hour window.
The twenty-four-hour window that’s going to be up before too much longer.The thought makes my chest tight.
I’m still pissed at Liam for the way he treated me before, and for the way he’s been monumentally controlling.The way he’s switched from not wanting me to something else so fast has given me whiplash.
But.But…
The idea that I’ve finally achieved what I need to leave him doesn’t feel the way it was supposed to.I was supposed to feel free.Relieved.
I have money now.I can go anywhere I want.Never again in my life will I have to rely on someone else to take care of me, especially someone who doesn’t want to.This is the part where I pack my bags, right?
Shouldn’t I feel accomplished?Gratified?Proud?
For sure I should at least feel sexually satisfied.
Instead, it’s as if someone has reached inside and hollowed me out.
I’m so lost in my thoughts while I’m washing my hands that I don’t realize at first that Liam’s right behind me.
He’s practically glowing with the afternoon light hitting his hair.Larger than life as usual, but maybe a little more accessible.
Sometimes he jokes about being old—I always figured it was to remind me I was too young for him—but he’s tan and sculpted, with abs that would make literally any male model jealous.The tattoo on his arm flexes as he reaches forward to turn off the sink faucet, which is when I realize I’ve been rinsing my hands for at least a minute.
“Sorry.”I clear my throat.“Guess I was distracted.”
He almost sort of smiles.“How are you feeling?Hungry?”
“I want to get Mr.Cat.You promised.”
He nods.“You need to eat and take a shower.The hot water will help with the soreness.How about while you’re cleaning up I’ll go get food, and I’ll pick up the kitten for you?”
