Smack
That sting of his big hand to my other ass cheek sent me over the edge again. I felt a little bad for anyone else nearby, because this time my orgasm ripped a porn-star-worthy cry out of my lungs with Vincent’s guttural moan mixed in. My knees wobbled as my pussy throbbed and clenched through Vincent’s slowing thrusts.
As I came down from the cock high, sweet kisses peppered my back. I was seconds from collapsing face-first into the mattress when Vincent pulled out, then rolled us to the side. Big spoon and little spoon, happy in post sexy-time bliss.
“I love you,” he whispered against my hair, and I snuggled closer to his front. Muscled arms held me, and I felt the safety in his words.
“I love you.”
“I’m grateful for that.” I could feel his smile against my head, and a laugh bubbled out of me.
“I think you’ve ruined my innocent game. How am I supposed to be grateful for fresh air or electricity when it makes me think of your dick?” I’d have to find another game to play.
“I don’t see a problem. It’s a good thing to be grateful for.” He laughed, and my body shook with his.
“You’re something else,” I teased and kissed the arm closest to me.
“We both are, but I’m ok with that.” He squeezed me, then relaxed at my back. Silence surrounded us, and instead of feeling awkward about it, I felt calm. Whenever I had alone time at home or work, I’d find ways to occupy myself, like scroll on social media, eat, watch a movie, fold laundry, or something. It wasn’t until I lay with my person that I realized how peaceful the quiet was. I was warm, safe, and loved. I’d bask all day in his arms if I could.
I glanced around, and besides a line of clothes on a rack against the wall, it was pretty bare.
“Where and when are we?”
“My Hero Society apartment in my time. 2032.” His time. The same time in space where he was married to Chasity. My brain immediately went to name-calling myself. Whore. Homewrecker. Cheater. Mistress. And I had to take a few breaths to calm down.
“What’s wrong?” Vincent sat up and rolled me over to scan my face.
“It’s just weird being here. She’s here, and you two. I’m not being very kind to myself up here.” I pointed to my head and wished those thoughts stayed out.
“This is my apartment to get away. I’ve been here more than with her for a while.” I understood, truly. He talked about a second living space in our year of being pen pals.
“Do you regret what we—” I didn’t let him finish.
“No, Vincent. I don’t. I meant every word I said before. I love you, you’re my safe place, the keeper of my heart. Chasity is a manipulative human, and I don’t hate you. It’s just weird being in the same time and city. Weird but I just need to work through it.” His wife cheated on him, abused him, and probably did more than he’d told me. “As long as you aren’t regretting it and going back to her. That would be a problem.” I hadn’t thought of that, but I knew from my training that sometimes the abused are stuck in dysregulation. They are so used to the constant anxiety and trauma that it feels familiar. Sometimes they would attract the same people and keep the cycle. What if he changed his mind?
“No, I can’t. I won’t. I exist where you exist.” He leaned over to press a kiss to my forehead. I didn’t realize I’d tensed up until his touch relaxed me.
“I filled out the divorce papers days ago, just need to finish the process.” His lips touched the tip of my nose, then finally my mouth.
“We can figure out the rest later.” My fingers drifted to his arms, feeling the hard muscles. He was so strong, and thinking about his body over mine made my nether regions ache.
“We’ve got time,” he agreed, feeling the shift in my energy. I’d never been one of those girls who wanted to go another round right after sex. Maybe the Titan powers flowing through us made the need more demanding, because I wanted him again, now.
“Need me to show you how grateful I am again?” he purred against my lips, and I laughed. What monsters had we become?
“Sounds delightful.” I spoke against his lips, then felt a tickle in my throat. With so much moaning and screaming, I wasn’t surprised.
“I think I’m gonna get a glass of—” The sound of a wooden door opened and shut across the room. Vincent rolled off me with an arm stretched out to block my body from an attack. Suddenly the faucet turned on, and a glass cup flew straight for us.
“What the fuck?” Vincent quickly rolled up out of the way. The glass would have shattered in his hand instead of the wall had he tried to catch it. Shards fell onto the pillow where my head had been.
“What just happened?” I watched as the faucet shut off, and the cabinet doors where the cups were open and closed randomly. Vincent said nothing as he stood, fully nude, and walked to the kitchen to inspect the paranormal-like happenings.
“Do you have ghosts? Perhaps Selene’s husband Jude can kick them out or something. I’m sure they’re around in this time.”
“They are. I’ve met them before. But this isn’t a ghost.” He pushed an open cabinet shut and waited. Nothing.
“Weird. While you’re up, can you get me a drink? I was about to get one when—” Another glass shot out of the cabinet, aimed right for my head. The faucet turned on, and I ducked and rolled off the bed. Vincent rushed over and picked me up off the floor where a few of the glass pieces fell.
