With every twist of his wrist, the pressure in my groin builds. My balls tighten as it’s all becoming too much. “I love the way you touch me.” I pant, looking over my shoulder at his sweat-slicked hair.
“Your body is so unreal. I can’t handle it.” He bucks his hips, diving in close to kiss my neck.
“Don’t stop touching me,” I beg, feeling his hand start to falter its pace. “I need you, Angel. Don’tstop—”
One slow, instinctive hip roll makes the tip catch and slip just inside. It’s just the head, but the pressure of it is enough to make us both gasp.
Without warning, my dick goes off like a sprinkler, dripping over his fist onto the sheets as he grips me for dear life.
I moan, trembling. “I’mc-coming—”
I feel his warm release pump inside of me, filling me to the brim. “OhGod,” he groans. “Ffffuck,you feel so good.” His raw voice trembles as he drops our legs, encasing his dick between my thighs. Sliding in and out, his body jerks with the aftershocks, the feeling so dirty it prolongs my orgasm.
Being surrounded by him…coveredby him…it makes me feel like a king.
“Jesus,” I shake, still riding the pleasure. “You’re a little too good at that.” I pant, sinking into the bed as we both come down.
Tobias chuckles lightly, rolling me on my back again, and relaxing his head on my chest.
“I may have gotten carried away. I needed youbadly.” He blushes, giving the back of my hand a few kisses.
“Maybe I should leave more often,” I joke, running my hand through his hair.
He doesn’t laugh at that. Instead, he wraps his arms around me and squeezes me tighter. “Don’t you dare,” he says, his voice muffled and quiet.
“Mmm, you didn’t go for a run this morning?” I ask, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
He stills, looking away from me. “Uh, yeah. I did. I just decided to get into bed with you afterwards.”
My eyebrows pinch. What’s with the weird energy shift?
“You okay?” I ask, looking him over. I tilt his face back towards me.
That’s when I see it.
Red.
Blood.
My stomach drops as my panic surges through me.
“Holy shit, what happened to you!?” I scramble, grabbing his face. His eyebrow has a deep gash, dry blood crusting over the skin. “Tobias, what the fuck!?” My blissed out phase completely fades away as soon as I see it.
Tobias winces, turning his head away from me. “I fell down. It’s nothing,” he says, pushing his hair back in front of his eyes.
“That’s not nothing. T, you could’ve really hurt yourself. Since when have youfallenduring your runs?” I ask.
“It’s what I get for trying to get back to your ass, as fast as possible.”
He laughs, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. The thought taps like a woodpecker in the back of my brain — but he kisses me, and the tapping goes quiet for now.
Rolling off the bed, I watch him head to the bathroom, acting like everything’s normal.Iseverything normal?
Concerned thoughts cloud my mind.
Hefell?That’s so unlike him. My stomach feels weird.
I can’t help but feel like something’s wrong.
