Page 74 of The Fighter

Later when you’re asleep, I’ll slide inside you while you’re still slick with my cum and fuck you awake.

Con kept his word.

I hummed a yes as my eyes closed, and I palmed the back of Con’s head.

“Fuck, you’re still so wet. Did you even clean up?”

And then I want to watch in the morning as you get out of bed and make me breakfast while my cum drips down your thighs.

“Told me not to,” I mumbled. “Remember? You want me dripping in the morning,”

He groaned, long and low, and his breathing changed, speeding up as his cock seemed to grow harder inside me. His thrusts strengthened.

He stroked my cock with a firm grip, twisting at the tip, so my pre-cum and the remnants of lube slicked his way. All I could smell was us, our fucking, and all I could hear was Con’s steady voice in my ear telling me how good I was, how great I felt. How had I ever lived without this?You didn’t, Tav. You were barely living.

“I’m going to come.” I arched my neck and pressed my lips to any part of his skin I could touch. “Please come, Con.”

“Already there,” his voice was strained as his cock pulsed inside of me. I felt it as he filled me, as his cum leaked out of my hole to drip down my balls.

And then I was coming too, a slow orgasm that drained me until I slumped boneless to the mattress. I rolled onto my stomach on the wet spot, not caring that we might have ruined these sheets. His hand ghosted down my back.

“Don’t clean me.” My words were muffled by the pillow.

But Con heard me. “Sleep more,” he whispered.

My eyes were already closed.

I woke slowly, the brightness of the sun shining through my eyelids. I blinked awake and stretched my arms over my head. Soreness was everywhere—my shoulders, my thighs. Especially my ass. I winced as I shifted my hips but welcomed the feeling of beingused.

I turned my head on my pillow to see Con still asleep on his side facing me. His full lips were parted, and his hair was unusually messy. I could still see the rivulets from my fingers, which made me smile.

Con’s facial muscles were rarely at rest. He held himself tightly when awake, brow furrowed, eyes constantly alert. But now his expression was soft.Hewas soft.

I carefully rolled out of bed and took careful steps into the bathroom so I didn’t wake him. I closed the door and glanced at myself in the mirror and snorted at my reflection. I had thought Con looked messy, but I was worse. My hair was sticking up in odd directions, some of it greased with lube. Cum streaks remained on my chest, as I’d only haphazardly wiped myself, choosing to focus on Con so he didn’t wake up crusty. But I liked the feeling. As I stood, I could feel his seed shift inside me. I’d be dripping soon, just like he wanted.

I did my business and then opened the door to find Con hadn’t moved at all. The sheet was pooled around his naked hips, and his back rose and fell with even breaths. I didn’t pull on any clothes, just walked on the balls of my feet out of the bedroom until I reached the kitchen.

Then I started up the coffee maker and began to make breakfast. It was Sunday, so Con could sleep in while I made us food. I ignored the premade meals his chef had delivered. Sure,the quiche looked great, but what was better than one of my fresh omelets?Nothing.

While music played softly on his speakers, I got busy chopping vegetables and whipping up eggs. I was lost in the act of cooking, waving a spatula to the beat, when a muffled groan sounded from behind me. I whirled around to see Con standing a few feet away. He wore sweatpants and a T-shirt, his hair slightly dripping at the ends. I hadn’t even heard him shower. And he was staring at my naked ass. I knew my inner thighs were streaked with his cum as it leaked from me. I could feel it with every step around his kitchen.

“Seriously?” he groaned and was against my back in two long strides. I muffled a snort and pressed back against him as I turned off the burner and slid the last of the two omelets on a plate. His hands were all over me, running over my ribs, down my hips, over my ass and then down to my thighs. His fingers swiped through the mess. “Turn around,” he ordered.

I did, and he immediately pressed two fingers between my lips. I sucked on them greedily, tasting him, licking between his digits while his blue eyes glowed at me. And then his fingers were gone, and his tongue was there instead, pressing into my mouth so he could taste the flavor on my tongue, the combination of him and me.

His forehead touched mine as he held my hips. “I’m obsessed with you.” I wasn’t sure he meant to whisper those words out loud, because he went still, his breathing halting for a moment before he exhaled roughly. His fingers flexed on my hips. And he said in a firmer voice, “Tav, I’m obsessed with you.”

“Good,” I kissed him and then separated us with a hand on his chest. “Because I’m obsessed with you too. Now you need to eat and so do I. I’m fucking starving.”

He laughed, the sound light and airy as he smacked my stomach. “Yes, you’re just wasting away.”

As he grabbed his omelet and sat down at the island, I shoved a piece of bacon in my mouth. Perfectly crispy. “I’m nearly see-through.”

Still smiling, he dug into his omelet, eating with more gusto than he usually did, but then we’d burned a shit-ton of calories last night. I ate mine before he even made it halfway through his own, which made him roll his eyes. I then finished his, ate more bacon, and shoved a whole muffin in my mouth.

“I can work out now, right?” I said through a mouthful of muffin. Some spilled out of my mouth, and Con gave me a look. I swiped the crumbs from the counter.

Just the thought of lifting weights while wearing a pair of shorts, my ass still dripping with Con’s cum, had me hard as a rock. Con noticed my situation, because his eyes darkened before he looked away. “You can, but not right now.”