“Oh my God, Sloane…” He moans, the sound heavenly. “You feel so good.”
I find his lips with mine as one hand finds his bound wrists and I hold them tightly.
“Keep those legs where they are, little Rabbit,” I whisper. “Hold onto me.”
“Yes, Sir," he says as I devour his mouth and thrust into him. Hard.
The bed shakes and the restraints rattle against the iron.
I thrust into him again. Hard and fast. Oliver’s hips meet my thrusts in tandem. I lose myself in his mouth, in the feel of him clenching my cock like a vise. I lose myself in his moans, in the faint scent of sweat permeating from our colliding bodies.
His legs tighten around me as I disappear and then he wraps his bound arms around my neck and with one hard movement, he turns us over. The shock must register on my face as the air rushes out of me and Oliver wriggles on top of me, situating himself on my cock. I let out a deep growl as my body becomes flush with his, as I go as deep as I can go. Oliver’s fingers curl against my neck, still trapped in their ribbon. His hips move of their own accord and I am breathless.
“Are you good?” he whispers against my lips. There is an innocence in his voice; a curiosity that is so pure and sweet I wish I could drown in it.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. “Absolutely perfect.”
Oliver’s hips start to move erratically, and I know he is close. My balls draw tight and I won’t be long off, either.
“Come for me,” I order as I grab his cock. I stroke him in tandem to his thrusts.
Oliver shakes his head. “Make me.”
I sit up and grab his ass, upending him with a soft thud onto his back and kiss him as I chase our pleasure.
Oliver comes with my name on his tongue as I fill him, disappearing into his code until I am nothing.
Nothing but his.
When I slip out of him, I feel a deep contentment. Exhaustion hits as I curl closer to him, my fingers deftly releasing his ribbon.
With his hands free, he wraps his arms around me and holds me close. I lay my head on his soft, pale chest and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, syncopating with my own as one.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Oliver
When I wake up, it’s dark, I’m hot as hell, and there’s a heavy weight on my chest. Thunder echoes outside and the sound of rain is heavy on the roof. I rub my eyes, trying to make sense of my surroundings. When I see Sloane naked beside me, it all comes rushing back.
We fucked. Oh my God.
I let out a heavy breath, my heart racing at the memory. Part of me expects to feel pain, but… there is none.
Every part of my body feels unbelievably relaxed. Like a spool of thread, unraveled.
He told me he loved me.
Fuck, he told me heloves me.
I’ve never wanted to say those words back so badly, but… I couldn’t.
They were stuck in my throat, dying to fall out my mouth, but everything was so overwhelming all I could focus on was him. His mouth, his words, the feel of his cock stretching me, the sound of wet skin slapping. His labored breath and feverish mouth.
I didn’t know pleasure could feel likethis.
Lightning crackles, lighting up the room in a white-gold glow. The need to piss is overbearing and so I carefully extricate myself from the bed and find my clothes. I slip them on, relishing in the warmth immediately. This room is freezing.
I stumble through the room, into the hallway. It’s pitch black.
