“I’m fine,” I say, just to be contrary.
He covers my body then, his weight crushing me into the mattress. He kisses me hungrily, a stark contrast to how the rest of the evening has gone. “Stay,” he whispers against my mouth.
I find myself nodding, and Ihateit. I’m burning with shame at the lack of control. I've never done this before, but my body relaxes following his command like it's second nature. I fucking hatehim.
He places a pillow under my ass. Then, his cock nudges at my hole. It goes in easily. Easier than it has ever before.
He pushes in so slowly, gazing into my eyes. Dark blue, piercing me, baring me open. I want to turn away. I want to hide, but I can't escape him. So open. So desperate.For me.
He groans out loud when his dick is completely seated inside me. “Your body ismadeto take me,” he growls. “So good, baby. So tight.” He moves his pelvis until he’s hitting the spot that turns my nerves into live wires.
I groan, even though I want to beg him instead. He pulls out just as slow and pushes back in swift, hard thrusts.
“I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”
It's too much, too fucking much. I lean up and capture his mouth. He pushes in again, deeper than the last time. His thrusts get faster every time, coming in hard until he can't control himself anymore.
He buries his cock into me again. Our lips touching, sharing air.
I close my eyes. I can't look at him, not now. I feel like I'm floating. My body making space for him with every thrust. He slides into me again and again until I'm climbing high, higher, our bodies coming together until the tension breaks. My dick, stuck between our bodies, spreads my cum across our chests.
He fucks me a few dozen more times, using me until he’s coming into the condom, filling me. He growls against my neck, sucking on it. I'm probably going to have a mark in the morning.
I want to push him away. Instead, my hand cards over his ridiculously soft, brown hair.
He slides to the side, taking some of his weight from me, but keeps his face buried in my neck. I softly caress his hair, my other hand moving across his huge biceps.
I’m too tired to do anything but let my eyes droop shut.
I don’t stop him when I feel him cleaning me. He’s tentative at first, but then does a thorough job of it. I don’t stop him when he lies back down and gently arranges me to his satisfaction with my head resting on his chest before I’m dead to the world.
***
I wake up to the smell of coffee, or maybe the loud barking coming from the living room. My feet automatically pad towards it. The coffee smell, not the barking.Too earlyfor thebarking.
I slump down on the couch, and my hands suddenly have a cup of steaming, delicious smelling coffee. I take a sip. Then another.
The dog looks happy to see me. It looks so cute sitting there with his tongue hanging out. “Aww,” I coo and take another sip.
The dog doesn’t move.
Wait,whyis there a dog in my living room? I blink, and everything comes into focus. The sunlight streaming from the window, my T-shirt that seems too oversized for me, my normal-sized sweats, and the giant shirtless man sliding a plate of what looks like waffles on the coffee table.
My mouth salivates. For the waffles, not the shirtless man. I mean,mostlyfor the waffles.
“Mickey, you’ve already had your breakfast.Down,” Nicholas’s stern voice says before he sits down next to me, another plate in his hand.
Last night comes to me in segments. Nicholas turning me into jelly until I fell asleep and his status as an unrepentant cuddler. I woke up in the middle of the night, all hot, and had to untangle myself from him to go to the bathroom.
Maybe I put on the clothes then?
“Didn't take you long to make yourself at home,” I tell Nicholas, because we need to establish some sort of boundary at least.
He laughs, a full one. It’stoo earlyfor that face. I turn back to my black coffee.There, that my brain can take.
“Glad to have you back with us. And I'm providing free labor, so shut up,” he says.
I mean, yeah, he is. I pick up the plate and take a small bite.
