Paul
I was still collapsed in a blissful haze of nonreality caused by Sylas wringing, not one, buttwomind-numbing orgasms out of my body before he’d let loose and flooded me with his essence when Sylas stroked my sweat-soaked back and sighed.
“I imagine I owe you an apology.”
Too melty to move, all I could do was try and raise an eyebrow, but I wasn’t sure if it actually went up or not. “Huh?”
“For barging in and jumping you,” Sylas clarified, still petting my back. “I thought I heard you call me and assumed you needed help,” he snorted. “That was why I came in, not to molest you.”
I snickered. “Oh, I definitely needed that help,” I assured him with a languid stretch, burrowing closer to his hard body. “You absolutely don’t need to apologize.” I smiled against his chest, remembering the pleasure crashing over me again and again as Sylas had driven into my body with a relentless determination, fucking me straight through my first orgasm before joining me in the second. “That was amazing.”
“Still..”
I shushed the man with a kiss to his armpit, sneaking another lungful of his delicious scent. “I’m after-glowing. Don’t ruin it.”
Sylas laughed. “Yes, Tiger.”
“Mm.” I sighed happily, my relaxed melty body still buzzing slightly.“Feel so good. I really need you to molest me more often.”
Sylas froze for a split second before resuming the gentle strokes of my back. “Is that endorphins talking or do you really want for us to have sex regularly?”
I nuzzled into his armpit again, completely unable to get enough of him. “It would sure beat me thinking about you while I jerk off when I think you’re gone.”
Sylas made a growling purring noise in his chest and the hand on my back pressed harder, molding me to his body. “Do you really do that?”
“Mm hm,” I admitted, too high on pleasure to be embarrassed. “Every time you leave, but my fingers aren’t enough.” I yawned. “Gonna have to order a dildo.”
The purring was gone, his response was all growl as he cupped my butt and slid two thick fingers into my well-used hole. I whimpered when he rubbed a circle over my overly sensitive button. “This is mine, Paul. You need taken care of, you tell me, understand?”
I may be a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them, so there was no way I was going to argue. “Yes, Alpha.” I pressed a kiss to his side. “Does that mean that you’ll start sleeping in here with me?”
Sylas brushed his lips over my hair. “If that’s what you want.”
I gave another happy sigh and closed my eyes. “I really, really do.”
“Okay.” Sylas wrapped his other arm around me, engulfing me in an embrace that made my heart speed up. “Go to sleep, Tiger. I’m here.”
“Mm kay,” I agreed with another yawn.
When I woke, the sun was high in the sky and Sylas was still holding me tenderly, gazing at me with a soft smile that I couldn’t help but return.
“Isn’t it kind of creepy to be staring at me while I sleep?” I teased, stretching over to pop a kiss on his lips.
Sylas just shrugged, his silvery eyes dancing with amusement. “Well, I guess I figured it was less creepy than bursting in your door while you masturbated and then taking over, so..”
I giggled. “God, I feel so good right now.” I yawned and stretched in his embrace, trying not to accidentally dislodge his arms.
“You definitely do,” Sylas teased, running one hand down to squeeze my butt. “You feel absolutely perfect.”
Before I could respond, my tummy rumbled, making me groan.
Sylas just laughed again. “I think the baby is telling us enough of the mushy stuff, they want their lunch.” He glanced over at the clock on the dresser. “Or maybe dinner.”
“Oh, jeez,” I stifled a yawn and sat up, shivering when Sylas’s hand slid over my skin. “Is it that late? How long did we sleep?”
“A few hours,” Sylas said calmly. “You didn’t have anything planned, did you?”
“No,” I agreed before looking at him guiltily. “But you told me last night that you had a lot of work to catch up on.”
