Tom remained sprawled across the bed, his heart still thudding pleasantly from the force of their coupling. He felt fantastic. His ass was sore, his cock stung, and his legs were two limp noodles. He could feel a lingering blush in his face and his chest, and he couldn’t stop smiling.
He couldn’t resist reaching down to feel his hole, wondering if he’d still be open after wearing the plug for so long. He was almost disappointed he’d already started to tighten back up but still couldn’t resist slipping his fingers inside to test the tender tissue, like toying with a fresh bruise.
Damn, that had been intense.
Cypress returned with a hand towel, warm and damp, reverently rubbing Tom down. “How are you feeling?”
“Great,” Tom said. “And mm, not that I’m really complaining, but are you always going to clean me up?”
“It’s my job,” Cypress replied, sliding the towel gently between Tom’s thighs. “It’s part of our aftercare.”
“Aftercare?”
“After a scene like that, it’s important to make sure you’re okay,” Cypress explained. “Scenes aren’t like sex. We talk about what we’re going to do, we plan for it, and afterwards, we talk some more to make sure we’re both okay. Physically and emotionally, the things we do together can take a lot out of you.”
“No shit.” Tom laughed.
Cypress smirked.
“I’m good. Really. Just a little sore.”
“That’s your body. What about your mind?”
Tom honestly didn’t know how to answer. He was deeply satisfied from someamazingsex, and he was trying to find a way to explain what was going on in his head.
“Nothing,” he said at last. “I’m… I’m calm. I’m happy. I’m…” He took a moment to gather himself, saying finally, “I’ve been spending too much of my time settling for what’s convenient instead of what I deserve, well, because I’m lonely.”
Cypress sat down on the edge of the bed, taking Tom’s hand. “You mean like Junior?”
“Ugh, yes.” Tom made a face. “We worked together, he was attractive, and it all made sense until it didn’t. It’s so hard to meet people, and I really thought it would work. Now I’m starting to think the only reason I believed that is because he asked me out first.”
“Since he showed the initiative?”
“Right.” Tom frowned. “I worry that I’m doing that with you.”
“What?”
“Going for convenience.”
“Sucking me off at your work was convenient?”
“Well, it was better than you snitching on me.” Tom laughed softly, squeezing Cypress’s hand. “It made sense in some really crazy way. It was easy… and… I liked you. And you, you woke up something in me I didn’t even know I had.”
“I did,” Cypress said proudly.
“Oh, bullshit.”
“Do you remember what I said that day? About what I thought you looked like?”
“That I needed a hard fuck and a spanking?”
“Right.” Cypress kissed Tom’s hand. “May have been a little in the moment when I told you that.”
“So, what was the truth?” Tom sat up a little, propping himself on the plush pillows behind him.
“I thought you looked like a tiger in a zoo,” Cypress replied, holding up his hand for Tom to give him a chance to explain. “They’re incredible predators, and no matter how nice the zoo is, you can tell they’re tired of being fed. No, they want tohunt. They want to go tearing ass through the jungle and take down their prey, not have it given to them on a platter.
“That’s what I see when I look at you. Deep inside, you want to be free to fuckin’ hunt, and you’ve been keeping yourself all caged up. You have no idea what to do with all this energy and passion that’s burning inside of you, but when you do? You’re going to be fuckin’ fierce.”
