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“More,” he begs breathlessly against my lips. “I need more.”
“To the bed. Hurry before I change my mind.” I shut off the water and he climbs out of the tub before me, not bothering to dry off on his way to the bed. I stop by the mirror, staring at my reflection, and I swear I see Lucian reaching out for me. I touch the mirror and his image vanishes, and so does the person I was in the shower only minutes ago. This is acan'tI really don't think I can go through with.
Already thinking I have my mind made up, I grab a towel. As I'm about to wrap it around my waist, it falls to the floor around my feet instead. Phillip is on all fours on the bed, his back flexed and ass sticking up. Legs parting farther apart, he slips two fingers inside him and rides back on his hand. Moaning, his head tilts back and I'm lost in the perfect vision of him.
I'm the man in the shower again. Also the one who was in the ratty motel bed eager to watch him fall apart. I need that again and I need this. To satisfy a part of me that's been without for far too long—to be living again even if it's just for a little while. Discovering fear again made me feel a little human. What other emotions can he bring back in me?
“I'm all ready for you, Daddy. Open and wet.” He reaches for the bottle of olive oil on the nightstand and lubes up his cock, writhing between both hands.
“I'll have to see for myself, won't I?” Arousal pools in my stomach and my cock strains between my fingers. I'm aching and leaking the closer I get to the bed. I'm ready for him too. My body took so long to wake up for someone else, I'd hate to walk away and never have it happen again. Nothing about my life has been normal these past fifteen years except this. Two people giving in to the throes of desire and enjoying each other's company.
I climb onto the mattress behind him, pushing his thighs farther apart to fit between his legs. “Look at you. Fuck, look at you. I've never seen anything so beautiful.”
He cries out when I replace his fingers with mine, using my other hand to spread his cheeks so I can get a better look at me slipping in and out of him. “I haven’t wanted something for so long and here you are to remind me what that's like again. I don't know if I should thank you or punish you.” He lets out more desperate sounds when I shove in another finger, enjoying how his walls squeeze tighter around me. I think about all the things I can't have anymore. A regular job. A family. My husband. Those dreams are all gone. But I can have this.
I plunge my fingers in and out of him, twisting them every time I get deeper.
“Ohhh. Please.”
“Please what?” I stop moving my hand, keeping still inside of him, and his thighs quiver.
“Thank and punish me by using your cock.”
Good thing we're not staying in the main house because we'd definitely have to put a movie on with how loud he's being, and I'm not so sure the dinosaur roars inJurassic Parkwould make a good mood setter.
I move my hand again, stroking between his walls, nice and slow. He whimpers, clawing at the sheets. He says he's a screamer. Let's see. His sounds go from needy moans to a disappointed huff, and his body doesn't stay slack for long when I press my cock to his entrance, rubbing it in circles. He pushes back against me, the muscles in his neck bulging. “Yes. God yes.”
I enter him slowly at first, allowing him to get used to my girth. “You good, burrito?”
“Yes. Please don't stop.”
“We can't rush it. It'll feel better for you if I don't.” He's so damn tight. I want to ask when the last time he had someone inside him was but I’d also rather not know the answer. I hate the thought of another person being with him more than I should. Gripping his hips, I sink in a little deeper, my cock throbbing. He's so warm and perfect. His impatience is clear when he rolls his hips. I'm already growing addicted to his body's reactions. I hold myself inside him a little while before pulling out and slamming back in. His whole body jolts forward and our moans blend together.
“You feel so good.” Needing more of him, I plunge in and out faster, kissing the center of his back. I wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke him in rhythm with my thrusts. We grind together, sweaty and wrapped in ecstasy. I tug on his hair so he's leaning back enough for me to kiss him. We're sharing so much right now. Warm breath, lavish licks, sweat, and dirty, wet sounds.
It becomes too much. His scent mixing with mine, our heavy breaths and bodies rubbing together. He's the bright light keeping me out of the dark, the heat thawing my frozen heart, and the electricity jump-starting a part of me I thought died long ago.
I enjoy it while it lasts, latching on to his tongue with mine and repeatedly hitting the spot inside that has his body glowinglike a roaring fire. He shakes and thrashes at the sheets, biting down on my bottom lip as he comes. I'm right behind him, my legs nearly giving out and my head spinning. It's the moment I'm filling his ass with my release that I realize we didn't use a damn condom. High off my orgasm, I hold on to him a little longer and collapse on the bed once the room starts spinning, dragging him to my side. We can worry about all the consequences of tonight later.
I'm being nudged and kissed awake. Phillip is sitting beside me dressed with wet hair. “I'm hungry and want donuts.”
“What time is it?”
“Morning,” he says, yanking the blanket off me. “And what a good morning it is too.”
Trying to wake up, I roll onto my back, stretching out my legs. “I'm well aware it's morning. I was hoping you'd give me the actual time but I should know better by now.”
“You really should.” He grabs my phone from the dresser and smiles. “It's seven a.m.”
“Shit.” I sit up and scoot to the edge, snatching my phone from him. “We should have been on the road hours ago. My alarm never went off.”
“Oops.” He frowns, hunching over. “I might have accidentally turned that off.”
“Accidentally?” I get to my feet and find my bag.
“Yeah. It was loud and annoying so I turned it off.”
“It's supposed to be loud and annoying. Someone should probably turn you into an alarm.”
