The harder I pounded into Dax’s ass, the louder and more he begged me to do it again. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto his chest and I dipped my head, licking our combined sweat off his skin. It was the best flavor in the world. As I fucked him, I kissed and licked my way across his shoulders. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me in every time I tried to pull out.
“Need to…need to slow…fuck…can’t think.” Dax laughed at my inability to speak and screw at the same time and pulled my head down to the mattress.
He bit down on the side of my neck, likely returning the favor from the mark I’d left on him earlier. “Don’t slow down. Come for me,” he pleaded, so hoarsely I felt my world shatter. “That’s it, baby. Feel how good you make me feel.”
It wasn’t until my body slumped on top of his that I realized he’d also found his release at some point. Cum coated both of our stomachs, quickly becoming uncomfortable and sticky as it cooled and dried.
He eased his way out from under me and trailed a finger down my side. “I’ll be right back,” he told me as he tried to get out of the bed. He tried to hide the wince of pain, but failed. Eventually, we were going to talk about him finding a balance between doing what felt good in the moment and what would leave him able to walk after.
“Stay here.” I pushed him back until his head landed on the pillows. “Get comfy, because you’re not going home tonight.”
He’d mentioned staying the night, but now that we’d done what we’d done, the uncertainty was creeping in again. I worried that the nightmares would come back and I’d lash out at him. That having him next to me with his eyes closed, looking so peaceful, would make everything worse. But the more overwhelming thought was that I wouldn’t sleep at all if I could still smell him in my sheets and on my skin and he wasn’t there. I didn’t want to know how shitty it’d feel to wake up alone.
“Hurry back.” He winked and I wondered what plan was forming in his mind.
When I walked back into the room, I stopped and leaned against the dresser for a moment. In less than two minutes, Dax had gone from trying to get out of the bed to sound asleep. As much as I wanted to let him be, he needed to get cleaned up, and he’d be thankful for the bottle of pills I’d grabbed out of the kitchen.
I sat down on the edge of the bed next to him and pulled back the sheet. He flinched when the warm washcloth hit his skin, then burrowed closer to me as I wiped away the remnants of his release.
“Babe, you need to sit up for a minute,” I said when he was still sleeping soundly and I was done cleaning him. “Dax, get up.”
His eyes cracked open and quickly closed again. He draped an arm over my lap and pulled me closer to him.
“Come on, you can go back to sleep in a minute.” This time, I shook him gently. I wasn’t giving up. He needed to take something for that hip.
It took a good five minutes of prodding, but finally, Dax propped himself up in the bed and snatched the pills out of my hand.
“Thank you,” he grumbled. I bent over and kissed the tip of his nose as he flopped back down. “Shut off that damn light and come to bed.”
And that’s exactly what I did.
