Page 48 of It Hurts Me
He fucked me hard as I finished, as I rode the waves of pleasure until I hit the shore, a burst of ecstasy that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I wasn’t sure if it was the size of his dick or the size of the man.
When I finished, the tears dripped from the corners of my eyes and made their way to the duvet underneath.
He gave the sexiest moan before he released, filling the condom inside me, shoving himself as far as he could go and making me wince in the process. He folded my legs a little more, showing me just how flexible I could be for the right man. A flush of red moved across his chest and over his neck. He released a breath before he pulled out of me, his dick as hard as it had been when he’d entered me. He left me on the bed and stepped into the bathroom.
I lay there and felt my body crumple with exhaustion, even though I hadn’t done anything except lie there.
Theo walked back into the room a moment later and opened his nightstand. His dick was still rock hard as if nothing had happened, and he rolled another condom over his length. His knees hit the bed again, and the mattress shifted. He must have noticed the surprise in my eyes because he said, “I’m not done with you, sweetheart.”
I lay in his big bed tucked under the sheets and listened to the shower run in his bathroom. The room was dark, with the exception of the lamp on his bedside table. The soreness made me ache, but the rush of pleasure that dumped into my blood made my entire body relax like I’d just gotten a spa treatment.
Theo left the bathroom and turned off the light before he approached the bed. He pulled on a pair of black boxers, the material snug on his thick thighs and tight ass. The bulge in the front was substantial, even when his soldier was at rest.
He got into the sheets beside me before his big hand snaked over my belly. The smell of pine came over me, and the heat from his body was like having hot coals in the bed. My arm moved over his, and I felt lighter than air.
“You make it hard to leave.” Hard to leave this warm bed and this sexy man.
“Then don’t.” He lay on his side as he looked at me, his shoulder jutting to the sky like the cliff face of a mountain.
“If you don’t take a girl out to dinner, then you probably don’t have her sleep over.”
He stared at me for a while, his hand still on my stomach. “I’d tell you if I wanted you gone.”
Bolton was the only man I’d slept with in years. It should feel weird to sleep beside Theo, but it didn’t. His bed felt far more comfortable than mine. Sleeping in that villa all alone felt suffocating. That house felt less like home with every passing day. “I’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
“You have somewhere to be?”
“I have work at eleven.”
“Then that means you have time for breakfast.”
“You don’t look like you eat breakfast.”
He smirked slightly. “I eat two breakfasts, sweetheart.” He came closer to me and dragged my body into his, turning me on my side so he spooned me from behind. It was like a heater right up against my back. His arm was tight over my waist like a safety belt from a car. His face was at the back of my neck, his breaths touching my hair.
It only took a few seconds to feel my mind start to slip. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
When I woke up, Theo wasn’t there.
The bedroom was vacant but still full of his heavy absence.
I went into his bathroom and got ready for the day, taking out the toiletries from my packed bag, brushing my teeth, and doing my makeup. I’d brought a change of clothes so I could go straight to work after this. I hadn’t really planned on a sleepover, but I was prepared for it if it happened.
When I was done, Theo entered the bathroom in just a pair of workout shorts, covered in sweat, his skin tinted red the way it was during sex. His muscles were thicker than normal, plumped with blood and tension from the workout he’d just completed. Without saying a word, he came to me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Then he turned on the shower and stripped down to nothing at all before he got in.
I hadn’t stopped staring since the moment he’d stepped foot into the room.
Water cascaded down his body as he washed his face and ran the bar of soap over his muscles and chest.
I’d never been jealous of a bar of soap before.
I tried to focus on myself, but I definitely lingered unnecessarily so I could sneak peeks of him. When he used the bar on his junk, my eyes glanced back to watch, to see him clean his monster dick.
He turned off the water and reached for the towel.
I packed up my things and walked out before I made it too obvious that I was a creep.