“Yes, yes!” Ari was chanting as his hips rocked back and forward, fucking himself on me. “Oh, God, Roger!”
Easing Ari over, I gripped his hips and pulled him to his knees, leaving his chest and head balanced on the sweat-soaked pillow beneath him. Rolling my hips, I drove into Ari’s delicious heat with slow, controlled thrusts.
“Is that good, baby?” I rasped in his ear, reveling in the way his entire body shuddered. “Are you gonna come on my cock, hmm? Milk all that cum from me and make me fill your tight little virgin ass?”
Annnd that was all she wrote.
Ari howled, his entire body rigid as he shot his final load all over the bed without being touched. He pulsed around me, milking me exactly as I’d requested until I ground against him, pressed as deep as I could possibly be, grunting in satisfaction as I flooded Ari’s body with my seed.
Collapsed beneath me, Ari hissed in pain when I pulled free of his abused hole.
“Sorry about that,” I murmured, spreading his cheeks gently and smirking in satisfaction as my release dribbled out of him. As much as I would have liked to swipe my fingers through the mess and bring it to his lips, I was well aware that I’d already subjected the innocent man to more than enough shocking firsts for one day. Instead, I pressed a kiss to his butt cheek and went in search of a washcloth to clean him up.
ChapterTwelve
Ari
“You’re absolutely sure that it’s okay for me to stay here?”
Even though he’d already answered the same question a dozen or more times in the week since he’d been called back to work, Roger smiled softly at me and responded calmly instead of growing angry.
“I’m absolutely positive,” he assured me, hitching the duffle bag higher on his shoulder and leaning over to kiss my cheek, one hand already on the doorknob. “I’ll only be gone for a few days, a week at most,” Roger reminded me. “There’s cash on the kitchen counter, if you need anything we don’t have, and my emergency credit card is in the nightstand drawer.”
I nodded and exhaled slowly, fighting back my nerves. No one had ever trusted me on my own before, much less with a stack of money and permission to spend it as I wished.
“Would you rather I called Jeremy and asked if you could spend the week at ODI?”
“No, thank you.” It had been three weeks since I’d melted down and tried to escape from Omega Destiny, International, and even though we’d cleared the air and I realized that I’d misinterpreted the situation, I hadn’t been back. Roger had insisted that he was happy to have me in his home and, honestly, I justfeltbetter, calmer and more centered when he was near me.
“If you change your mind, Jeremy’s cell phone number is on the sticky note on the fridge,” Roger reminded me.
“I know.” I forced myself to smile. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”
“But if you need anything, even just a friendly voice, you’ll call him, right?” Roger had warned me that he’d be unable to talk to me while he was gone and seemed concerned that I wouldn’t reach out for help if I needed it.
“I will,” I agreed. “I really will.” I glanced up at the clock. “Um, aren’t you going to be late?”
Roger sighed and nodded, leaning in for one more last kiss. “I am. I’ll see you soon.”
With that, he was out the door, pulling it closed behind him with a solid thud and I was technically living all alone for the first time in my entire life. Unexpected panic bubbled up in my chest and clawed at my throat at the thought. I forced myself to sit down, calling up the breathing exercises Jeremy had been working with me on when I was at Omega Destiny, International.
It took several repetitions, but the panic finally began to recede. When I could breathe normally again, I decided that a nap might help and stripped down to crawl into the big bed. It seemed so empty without Roger on the other side, but even without him there, his smell permeated everything and immediately made me feel less alone.
~*~
The first three days by myself were quiet. I spent the days attending remote classes that Jeremy had set me up with, allowing me to continue what he laughingly called my re-entry to the real world. In the evenings, I binge-watched the reality cooking shows that I’d quickly become addicted to before snuggling into the Roger-scented sheets to sleep. During all of it, I ignored the strange itchy feeling that seemed to originate deep in my stomach. By the end of the fourth day without Roger, the itchy feeling was morphing into more of a prickling, almost like a hot needle poking into the top layer of skin, and it was becoming harder and harder to ignore.
On the morning of the fifth day, the needle prick had spread and my skin seemed overly warm. I scanned my forehead with the thermometer and verified that I was running a low-grade fever but other than that, I felt fine. Actually, I felt anythingbutfine, but I absolutelydidn’tfeel sick. It was more anxious with a strange sense of foreboding, almost like I was waiting for the sword of Damocles to drop and I wasn’t sure why. I spent most of the day in bed, tossing and turning as bizarre dreams battered my subconscious.
In some, I was back in my father’s camp, being forced to kneel on raw rice in the empty lean-to, in others I was drowning in a lake despite being a strong swimmer. Roger was on the shore reaching for me, but our fingers never quite touched and I was finally sucked under the rippling water. In the strangest, the humanoid rabbit I’d met at Omega Destiny, International – Pete, I think- showed up on the doorstep angry and very, very pregnant. He was demanding to know where Roger was, insisting that they were getting married as he stroked one furry paw over his bulging stomach.
When my rumbling stomach finally forced me out of bed, I was still exhausted and burning up. I was also confused, finding it hard to focus as I made my way from the bedroom. Stumbling into the kitchen, I stopped short when the room spun for a second and then split into two mirror images. I grabbed for the back of a nearby chair and caught myself before I fell. Realizing I needed help, I was trying to bring the room into focus so I could cross to get Jeremy’s phone number off the refrigerator when noise from the living room behind me alerted me to another person.
“Ari? Baby?” Roger’s voice was thick with worry. “Where are you? What’s wrong?”
I tried to answer, only managing a garbled string of sounds but they were enough to catch Roger’s attention and he was beside me in a heartbeat.
“Baby? What happened?” Roger gathered me in his arms. “Are you hurt?”
