Chapter Eight

Mia

I was sore in places I hadn’t even known existed. I felt battered and broken, and a quick glance at my hips revealed light bruise marks from his fingers. I’d never realized what a workout great sex could be, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.

Of course he wasn’t beside me, but I wasn’t surprised. What surprised me was how aroused I became again at the memory of everything we had done to each other last night. I considered getting out of bed and tracking down Paxton for another go, but couldn’t wait that long. Instead, I rummaged in my nightstand drawer for my trusty vibrator.

I was still slick from combination of arousal and old release, so the vibrator glided inside me easily. Of course it did, because it was no match for Paxton’s cock, which was easily the largest I’d ever taken. Surrendering to memories of how he had taken me, I moaned and shifted the vibrator to provide more friction against my clit. I was on the edge of coming when the door opened, making me jerk with surprise.

I wasn’t the only one surprised, as Paxton stood there with the breakfast tray, his eyebrows inching up toward his hairline at the sight before him. Embarrassed, I shut off the vibrator and started to put it away.

“No, don’t stop on my account.” He walked closer, setting the tray on the nightstand before taking a seat on the bed—at the foot of the bed, where his vantage point would allow him to see the full show.

Despite everything we had done with each other last night, I was still self-conscious. I’d certainly never masturbated in front of someone before, unless I counted that little stunt a couple days ago when I had used the wall between us to let him know exactly what I was doing. This was still so much more intimate and embarrassing than that had been. Hesitantly, I took the vibrator and returned it to its former spot, turned it on, and glided the toy across my clit, deciding not to penetrate this time.

“That is a sexy sight, beautiful. I think the only thing I like more is my cock inside of you instead of that toy of yours.” He stood up, stripping off his clothes quickly, and I knew I was in for around two.

Just the thought sent me over the edge, and I cried out as I came. It was an intense climax, but over quickly, like most of my toy-induced orgasms. It wasn’t the drawn-out kind like he could inspire, and I couldn’t wait to surrender to him again.

I wondered what toys he would use this time, but to my surprise, Paxton simply lifted me off the bed, laid down, and pulled me atop him. His cock was hard and ready, and I knelt between his legs, my pussy poised to take him.

Instead, I scooted down a bit farther and bent my head, wanting to taste. It was hard to fit all of him in my mouth, but I persisted, lubricating the tip of the head with my tongue as he groaned and writhed beneath me. I loved having that kind of power over him, but I would never abuse it. I would only use it for pleasure, just as he had done for me the night before when he had controlled me so effortlessly with his mouth.

I sucked him for a few minutes, licking the underside and pressing my tongue against his weeping slit to catch every drop of his delicious pre-cum. When his balls felt hard in my hand, and his shaft started twitching, I pulled away. He groaned, looking put out, until I shifted position to sit on him, guiding his cock into my slit.

He filled me just as he had last night, perhaps even more so in this position. My sore body protested for a minute, trying to convince me I didn’t want to have sex right now, but I ignored the twinge of discomfort. I certainly wanted to have sex, and I wanted to have Paxton inside me. It was worth a brief flash of discomfort when he was fully seated in my pussy. Slowly, I rode him, making sure we each felt every inch as I moved up and down. He clutched my thighs, either considerately avoiding slightly sore spots on my hips, or simply because they were the easiest parts to grasp.

Our pace was slow and steady, as gentle as we had been yet, and when my orgasm unfurled, it was slow and sweet and long. He twitched inside me before his erection spasmed, and he came. It was just as amazing as it had been last night to feel a bare cock come inside me. I certainly understood the need for condoms, but I wasn’t at all regretful that he and I were making love without any of those barriers.

No, I couldn’t call it making love. I had to keep the urge to romanticize this in check. There was nothing that suggested any kind of permanency about our arrangement, and I knew Paxton would likely be gone just as soon as Laura passed away—or within days. I couldn’t imagine my dad would actually kick him out the minute his mother died. I didn’t know what was the history between them those two, but my dad wasn’t that cruel. Was he?

Afterward, we curled together on the bed and shared the breakfast he’d made, feeding each other and talking. It was just lighthearted chatter, but I couldn’t help feeling closer to him by the time we dragged ourselves from the bed and into the shower.

I definitely had to keep my emotions in check, because Paxton could be very dangerous. Not because he was a fighter, but because he was a lover too. My lover, and I didn’t want to surrender to some girlish urge to embrace a fantasy that could never be reality.