I gasp.
“Shit, baby, you’re awake?”
The heat of him warms my back, and despite the initial shock, my body responds instinctively, a moan slipping past my lips as I press back into him. His finger moves faster, applying the right pressure, drawing my hips into a rhythm that matches his. My brain remains mercifully blank as pleasure overrides everything else.
“Perfect,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my neck. “Come for me.”
My body tenses before it obeys, and I come hard, my inner walls clenching around him, waves of ecstasy crashing over me.Then Sylus groans, burying himself deep, his body shuddering as he fills me with his warmth.
Fuck.
He keeps me close, wrapping his strong arms around me, nuzzling into my neck, his breaths ragged against my skin. “Thank you for the best fucking night of my life,” he pants out. “And morning.”
I chuckle groggily, still catching my breath and my bearings. “You had fun?”
He presses his hips against me, making sure I feel him still inside. “Oh, you did, too, Sparkle baby,” he teases. He leans away long enough to grab his phone from somewhere on the bed, then throws his arm over me, holding the screen in front of us. A video starts playing. Him, fucking me, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy while he murmurs filthy, dirty things.
“Shit, Sylus,” I whisper, my eyes glued to the screen, the heat already building again between my legs, even as I still pulse with the aftershocks of my last orgasm.
God, that’s so fucking hot.
“Mm-hmm…” he hums into my neck, his fingers drifting back to my clit. A whimper slips from me as the overstimulation hits, and I reach for his wrist, gripping it tightly. He chuckles, warm and indulgent. “Sorry.” Brushing his lips against my ear, he whispers, “Want to take a shower with me? I’ve got an en suite, so you won’t have to see anyone in the hallway.”
Only then do I register that we’re not at my place, and I glance around. “Where are we?”
“My room.” Sylus strokes my still-glittery shoulder. “You were out of it yesterday, so I brought you here.”
I frown and turn my head to look at him. “You could have stayed at my apartment with me.”
His lips brush against my cheek, which thankfully isn’t throbbing anymore. “Could I have?”
Where is this insecurity coming from all of a sudden?
“I told you you can.”
I told him he could break in, but that’s basically the same, right?
“Right,” he says, kissing my temple. “Fuck, you’re fucking everything.”
A pang of something bittersweet hits me, and I sigh. I don’t want to be here. Potentially facing the others right now feels too heavy. Yesterday, I managed to push all the lies and deceit away, pretending for a while that things were much simpler. But today? Today, the weight of it all threatens to suffocate me if I let it in.
I try to keep those thoughts from showing in my expression, even if they settle deep, somewhere between my chest and throat. Sylus’s words cling to me in a way that feels too raw, too exposed. He’s always so open with his emotions, always so sure of what he feels. I’ve never been good at that. I don’t know how to carry the weight of his devotion without feeling as though I might crack beneath it.
I glance away, swallowing against the lump in my throat. “I think I wanna go home.”
I need space.
I need to feel in control again, even if it’s only for a little while.
“You still pissed, baby?” Sylus asks gently as he slowly pulls out of me, leaving me feeling even more empty.
“No,” I lie, pulling away from him as I sit up. He follows, sitting beside me and brushing a strand of hair from my face. I glance down and notice the glitter that now covers his sheets.
Oh well.
“You have every right to be,” he reassures as his eyes search mine for answers. “You still pissed with me too?”
“No,” I say again, but this time, it’s the truth.
